Friday, June 20, 2025

Runes On Bones Of God

Runes On Bones Of God
© Surazeus
2025 06 20

When my heart aches with the sorrow of loss, 
remembering souls of people killed by bombs, 
I carve their names with runes on bones of God 
to preserve spirit of courage and hope 
though their conscious minds dissipate in wind 
so their voices sing when I play the flute. 

Recording variants of the human soul 
with measured templates of precise details, 
I draw beauty with runes on bones of God, 
trimmed by the flawless angst of earnest hope 
with twirling blocks that should align all time 
with savage moment of our holy kiss. 

Forgetting sorrows that drip from wet leaves 
as bitter rain long tangled in sly knots, 
I smear passion with runes on bones of God 
to raze enormous castles of blind greed 
that levels playing field for social game 
when merchants sell wishes to haughty fools. 

Because the future still changes the past 
despite intensive force of happiness, 
I weave stories with runes on bones of God 
that highlight guilt of the vulnerable heart 
who plays charade of romance for the crowd 
when angels execute the lonely queen. 

With blessed assurance of the endless game 
adjusting harmony of urgent speed, 
I recalculate runes on bones of God 
past far horizon of the happy horse 
who shows me where our words in silence drown 
at startled recognition of the clown. 

Soft petals of mulberry violets 
sprout from stone idol of the Buddha skull 
each time I scribble runes on bones of God 
no matter how long devils meditate 
in vain attempt to transcend human needs 
for us betrayed by weakness of the flesh. 

When fierce Athena gazes down at me 
with eyes that flash bright lightning bolts of love, 
I kiss her lips with runes on bones of God 
to show how deeply I adore her soul 
through signs that indicate alternatives 
to sharp equation of her wedding dress. 

When she wears mask of luminous concern 
to face unfiltered light of cosmic truth, 
I map the trail with runes on bones of God 
where she wears sacred artifact of faith 
as white lace dress iconic from her art 
to show me wisdom at the cliff of time. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus eats apple pie baked by Emily Dickinson who shyly plucks strings on the lyre of Mercury and asks if he will teach her how to play and sing spells of truth.

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