Stuck In Walls Of Tyranny © Surazeus 2025 07 11 If my heart were to close in moonlit woods before I can measure scale of the world, I will have to prove to the faceless ghosts that my body casts no shadow on Earth, therefore I have no fear of nothingness for my atoms are everything that is. Since I inherit warm breath of my mother I hold silence of the garden with care to meditate beneath the ancient oak about why people still believe prayer works when expressing their will with intense faith makes nothing happen in the world of forms. Yet truth about foreverness of faith emerges from constricted heart that knows between explosions of collective fear which sprout from seeds of hidden memory since time is endless flow of molecules that swirl through psychic waves of energy. If I take tattered sandals off my feet to kneel before the burning bush of faith, aware that everything alive will die, I might almost understand tweets of birds who argue over who will breed with whom with intimate play in the urban space. I am no stranger without mask of god who stumbles lost in spiritual terrain for I perceive this world of changing forms through framework of nostalgic ardency, too honest to get trapped by agony because I speak with fiery tongues of angels. We comfort each other with loving touch through endless devastation of world wars, hearts stuck in frozen centuries of gloom, till with nuance of outrage at injustice we sell each other honest sympathy that teaches us the smell of ripened fruit. Now safe in sanctuary of our hearts we dwell in homeland of our memory through survival mechanism of hope that lights our winding way among our graves so we can drive to work just before dawn, stuck in traffic on the capital bridge. Despite our tragic emptiness of faith we program new perspectives of the Earth to look beyond the surface of our pain so we can find the hidden root of rage that fuels our headlong rush to paradise where we get stuck in walls of tyranny.
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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Friday, July 11, 2025
Stuck In Walls Of Tyranny
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Orpheus gives us roadmaps that show us how to unstuck our souls from unjust walls of tyranny.
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