Friday, October 31, 2025

Escaping Bankrupt Nation

Escaping Bankrupt Nation
© Surazeus
2025 10 31

If darkened hills yield sorrow of soft rain 
our hearts assemble with cows in wet fields 
to ponder barrenness from pestilence 
that twists our hearts at beauty of the moon 
as ghosts of the dead wear discarded clothes 
and ask for food from people of the sky. 

Yet broken melody of the glass moon 
excites my hesitant heart to assert 
laughter of ocean tides with orphaned dreams, 
hesitant to wake from darkness of truth 
so I can shelve books in their proper place 
before the weeping willow learns my name. 

When I survive sharp surgery of grief 
beyond stark limitations of concern, 
my heart hides thoughts in secret passages 
within the hollow hearts of honey trees 
so we can share key to the afterlife 
where paper skeletons of angels dance. 

Trapped in well-lit room of infinity 
with all the lost objects of fallen kings, 
I outline theory of the fractured mind 
designed to explicate wholeness of death 
when we emerge from womb of otherness 
to claim our place in heaven of lush fields. 

Escaping bankrupt nation of despair 
to display happy memories of youth, 
we sell our sorrows to the bitter god 
in exchange for fame we could never earn 
because development of mental code 
has been arrested before clocks explode. 

Safe in the sad forever of our song, 
I leave my body floating in sea waves 
to permeate wholeness of our spinning globe 
with conscious fortitude of honest hope 
that we paint our fears on rough walls of caves 
to prove we are more than fate of the wrong. 

Sophistication through insipid tales 
could spite our solemn vow to comprehend 
unspoken sorrows people try to hide 
in bold dramatic movies no one sees 
except blind clown on the telephone pole 
who longs to join the carnival of gods. 

Morose but calm at blast of angry bombs, 
I write my lamentation on the sky 
with blood of angels killed by mindless guns 
since Mother Nature is indifferent 
to whether we humans survive of not, 
so I wear disguise to hide from my ghosts. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus prints fake passports for millions of people who seek to escape bankrupt nation that has been taken over by vampires disguised as oligarchs.

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