Supervision Of Greediness

Supervision Of Greediness
© Surazeus
2025 05 27

Transparent in the night rain of my heart, 
my body channels plenitude of life 
from cosmic presence of the faceless god 
which originates in dream of my brain 
as seed of love that spirals into role 
I play in grand theater of free will. 

Lost in the darkness of unfettered words, 
that writhe in tangled mess of honesty 
fraught with emotions of uncanny thought, 
I wander beyond bounds of pulchritude 
in journey I begin again each life 
designed by immortal soul of my genes. 

I leave my footprints shadowed in white sand 
which reveal pathway of my secret choice 
as I search far beyond walls of my home 
for sacred pool of water near the sea 
where I bathe angel wings of my sad heart 
so I can fly over vast maze of myths. 

Dressed in gold-furred skin of the beast I slew, 
I grip one writhing snake in each tense hand 
and dance with people of my forest tribe 
in sunlit meadow under boughs of grapes 
while Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury 
to prophesy coming of the star mother. 

Because the noble country I grew up in 
has vanished into haze of tyranny, 
like so many times in world history, 
I grip the sword honed sharp with honesty 
to defend my right to live as I will 
if I harm none through bold integrity. 

I am the wisdom of the rolling stone 
that smashes clay-foot idol of the tyrant 
who tries to impose psychic tyranny 
on people trained to support liberty, 
secure equal rights through justice for all, 
and support the weak with generous care. 

People enslaved by unfortunate fate 
in every land around our spinning globe 
have built the infrastructure of their state 
under supervision of greediness, 
but garner no rewards from their hard labor, 
not even in the fantasy of Heaven. 

Unfettered by soul-chaining lien of power 
exercised by men who claim to be gods, 
I design my fate with each choice I make 
till I get lost in labyrinth of hope 
where I hang my face in the gallery 
and float away as faceless god of death.