Navigate Our Crazy World © Surazeus 2025 07 02 The road sign that always points the wrong way disregards decorum people expect from melodramatic vampire who drinks one hundred bottles of beer on the wall while singing the saddest song of all time to ignore dire consequence of his death. He wants to visit every weird landscape of trees across vast fields beneath wild skies where clouds blaze bright with timeless ecstasy and wind in grass explains with formulas why no meaning is inherent to life except impulse to reproduce the self. Every atom, that composes frail frame of this temporary body I am, once clumped in rocks and ice ten million years while Earth spun nearly lifeless in the void till shadow of my soul sprouts from starlight so I can sing the saddest song of love. With smile that beams with innocent respect she gives me bowl of noodles with boiled eggs so we eat together in our quaint home in tranquil happiness of global peace though somewhere someone is killing someone while we savor this Heaven we create. Since the falling light of the west still glows through words of human tales preserved in books, we walk with Death in crowded city streets to soothe the faceless people of the world who wander in stupor of grief and dread while sunlight glitters on rooftops of faith. Through self-asserted value of respect I push against illusion of despair down path of most resistance to expose horrible secrets hidden in my heart so I can navigate our crazy world on my quest to learn all about my Self. Stripping away his disguise with sharp laugh, he projects worst attributes of his heart on mindless robot programmed to express official doctrines of our police state regarding social danger of free will by wearing mask that deceives himself first. Emerging from the fertile ground of being with prime maturity of stable truth, he substitutes his worst brain qualities with programmed proverbs rooted deep in fear, so he adjusts the road sign the right way which misdirects seekers of loneliness.
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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Wednesday, July 2, 2025
Navigate Our Crazy World
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Orpheus and Ophelia live happily in their home during the war that no one remembers happens during the day when everyone is at working earning barely enough to survive.
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