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Thursday, June 26, 2025

High Over Laughable Void

High Over Laughable Void
© Surazeus
2025 06 26

Outrageous doubt of vital escapades 
reflects the tarnished gold of searing tongues 
when gangs of wolves with bitter eyes of hate 
arrest gardeners and cooks of paradise 
by cheating honesty with harsh distress 
that poisons well of justice with their greed. 

Deserted lovers riding trains of fear 
on iron tracks of transparent contempt 
swallow sludge of vitreous smoke at dawn 
while floating high over laughable void 
where tender sorrow of the dead reverts 
to gnarly vertigo of broken walls. 

Detailing crimes of men in masks of rage, 
Blind Bard records in verses of restraint 
horrible events people suffer each day 
while stumbling on the scales of destiny 
through starry years on treeless plain of pain 
with voices sealed by horizon of truth. 

If she wants to resist her memories 
of faces twisted by abuse through faith 
she could escape false paradise of rules 
to preach new program of social advance 
in fierce campaign to run as senator 
commissioned to protect rights of their souls. 

So when she wins the vote on day of truth, 
she stands before the cheering crowd with pride 
to vow with earnest voice intent to serve 
needs of their hearts so programs she presents 
improve conditions of their struggling lives 
by framing social issues with love code. 

When circus tents where preachers sell sweet lies 
burst into flames of holy righteousness, 
bright as the fire that burns the Sinai bush, 
she carves new proverbs for the modern age 
on bones of dragons dug from tombs of gods 
so refugees may build productive lives. 

Though poetry makes nothing happen well, 
poets depict what should happen with laws 
that legislate behavior of state heroes 
as they record events of social change 
in tales where good men strive against all odds 
to keep their people free from tyranny. 

Preserved in books of fractured fantasy, 
epic tales of noble heroes inspire 
each generation of children to play 
roles in endless drama of world empire 
that sprouts from ruins of paradise lost 
where the woman gives the man fruit to eat. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus and Tristan Tzara write surreal poetry with serpent blood on leather suitcases while they ride the train over the Alps where wood elves build airplanes in war factories.

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