Promised Land Of Peace © Surazeus 2025 06 24 Through gossamer veil of late evening mist I leap to taste the pomegranate moon, but fruit of passion floats beyond my reach. Stars crumble into glass shards on the beach that flash in curses concealed in the rune to burn as your heart pulsing in my fist. Foraging for apple snails of regret, the black-winged Limpkin with star-twinkling eyes gallops swiftly away with ungainly gait. Kneeling before the locked heavenly gate that glitters blood-red with diamonds of lies, I transform as ghost of the ethernet. Awake at dawn in the ruins of Rome, Aurora holds star-gold light in her mouth and threatens to bestow fame on the fool. Forging gold beams into rings with his tool, Vulcan plots how to take over the South and build new empire where goatherders roam. When water in the cauldron of my thoughts boils with rage from flames of state tyranny, I fight the gangs of thugs kidnapping souls. Ill-fated fortune of my psychic roles blooms ripe in apple of epiphany so I wear party masks of long-dead gods. When lightning strikes the tower of lost tales, Selene stands in temple of fake time to prophesy fall of the tyrant king. Floating lightly on soft angelic wing, she sings with voice of knowledge at the chime that rings before destruction of sea gales. Adrift on raft of honesty at sea, while searching for the Promised Land of Peace, we flee from war that engulfs our homeland. The female Dunlin bird rests on my hand as I lament that cruel wars never cease, keeping calm since I wield the secret key. Though antique towers crown the watery glade where Science studies nature of our world, I sport with joy in happy fields of faith. Possessed by fierce ambition of the wraith, I perform my role as new cosmic herald till energy of hope begins to fade. Acquainted with the light of solemn rain, I walk the endless maze of city streets to find stage of my tragic destiny. The luminary clock of ecstasy records accomplishment of noble feats that I perform with nothing left to gain.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Tuesday, June 24, 2025
Promised Land Of Peace
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Orpheus sells maps to refugees of wars that show the way to the Promised Land of Peace that no one ever finds.
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