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Sunday, July 13, 2025

Tombstones Of Weird Fame

Tombstones Of Weird Fame
© Surazeus
2025 07 13

I have too many reasons not to waste 
long rainy evening of the albatross 
attempting to locate the island ghost 
who steals my questions in the country song 
with anguished cry of angels in the woods 
who sell no happiness to mortal souls. 

Returning to the country of my heart 
where I kneel in stark ruins of the church, 
I hide sweet sorrow of the falling rain 
with bitter laughter of my ugly pain 
because we travel on the road of dreams 
to smile forever almost reaching home. 

Tonight I serve rendition of false thoughts 
to pilot plane of grace beyond my death 
with eager passion of oblivious faith 
to modify fierce action of my heart 
with honest arrogance of Gabriel 
when I refuse to mute my messages. 

Electric rivers of conceptual words 
flow through taut veins of hungry potencies 
enough to open doors of wrinkled fear 
contrived by gleam of fractured surfaces 
easy enough for children to regret 
erasing names from tombstones of weird fame. 

No angels dare to speak to me of truth 
once ribald horn of pulsing light escapes 
fleet glances lovers trade for time of faith 
since ribbons of respect unravel ruth 
more miserable than dreamers without eyes 
who seek to understand the art of love. 

With sacred passion of the fractured mind 
I burn discarded fragments of my life 
through ardent ecstasy of avid hope 
for flawed regression of unspoken grief 
contained in fragile features of the leaf 
which traps my spirit flight in supple bone. 

Mysterious wing of transient prudency 
bears me to cave of sun-reflected trees 
where kind Medusa offers me sweet wine 
that stirs my long-numb heart with earnest faith 
that I may yet survive the balanced day 
through resurrection of the shadow mind. 

The rain that always falls from dreamless eyes 
refracts attentive prophecy of fate 
that blooms from hungry hollow of the well 
though wind may lift my body from the Earth 
and waft my spirit to the Promised Land 
where you will find me waiting by the door. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus plays romantic tunes on the lyre while Gabriel asks Medusa to marry him after their romantic dinner at the restaurant by the river of tears.

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