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.
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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Sunday, July 13, 2025
Tombstones Of Weird Fame
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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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