I Know The People © Surazeus 2025 08 02 I know the people of the towns and farms who walk along the rivers among hills then gather around pools by waterfalls to feast and sing as children give out charms, for people spring from vision of the land but draw boundaries around where they stand. We build our nation on our aching hearts that drive us in the holy wilderness to find secret treasure of happiness based on weird riddles of forgotten charts, for we embody spirit of the lake that glitters silver when sharp sunrays shake. I hear the people in the halls and streets sing lamentations, psalms, and eulogies to praise our spinning sphere of energies that harmonize with how our wild heart beats, for we emerge from pleasure of the sky projecting secrets in our global eye. I work with people picking fruit from trees, that shimmer in the golden mist of dawn, who wander drowsily on dew-wet lawn where frail-winged fairies flutter in the breeze, for we blossom from tree of sweet desire to sing with joy in the heavenly choir. Though we are driven out into the wild from filthy streets of hunger-crowded towns, we find strange freedom on the misty downs where wanderers follow the holy child, for we assuage mute horror of our pain with dance and laughter in the pouring rain. I listen to the lonely people sing as they load bins of apples on the cart while power of the kingdom falls apart for we must eat beneath the angel wing with form of dreaming that revives our souls so people can perform their chosen roles. Though we lose everything our hands have built when thieves commissioned by the castle goon enslave our bodies in fear of the moon and whip us if we repent not of guilt, we grow as shadows of fake god above who kills the ones who do not give him love. I know the people of the Promised Land who pray for salvation to empty skies while tears of sorrow cleanse our hopeless eyes till we accept the honest helping hand, for people dwell in garden of my mind as peaceful paradise my heart designed.
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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Saturday, August 2, 2025
I Know The People
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Orpheus writes a book about the many interesting people of the world he knows.
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