Saturday, October 25, 2025

Mayhem Of Untwisted Roads

Mayhem Of Untwisted Roads
© Surazeus
2025 10 25

Through constant mayhem of untwisted roads, 
split by dark strangulation measured wrong, 
she helps manipulate system of clouds 
that drenches morbid valleys with false tears, 
though children bury masks in river mud 
to prove their right to eat fruit from dead trees. 

Emergent trauma trips ascending gods 
whose bodies bend far temporarily 
around inclined assertion fraught with light 
which fools extreme heartbeat of tame contempt 
to join wild contest at the festival 
long hosted by the faceless god of stones. 

If freedom could be monetized by faith 
through soured neglect of perfidious creeds, 
our privileged bodies might exchange respect 
for mischarged desire stained by honesty 
despite elected key of cankered fear 
we share with strangers on the ocean beach. 

Close to forever suavity, despised 
by bookless prophets without social rights, 
we dance with courage of the broken tree 
to climb unregistered walls gods destroy 
before enchanted demons can escape, 
alone in pleasure of abandonment. 

I purchase strange way to be beautiful 
by tossing unearned prizes in the lake 
against mute hesitation precisely placed, 
though time unlocks considered entropy, 
uneasily though brains deconstruct fame, 
before we can process our bitter loss. 

Unquiet dissertation solved by risk 
records eye of our spirits without rain, 
too slick for runners born less self-aware, 
so we share hard-earned merit with our friends 
who whisper false regrets of bitter joy 
while kissing where the blue crane cries in pain. 

Trapped by intentions of the reckless spell, 
I drive old rusty truck on muddy roads 
and shout in gusts of rain-perceptive wind, 
the more I leap abyss of nothingness 
the closer I approach meaningful jokes 
to find my face in mirror of the sky. 

Uncertain precious days of life are mine, 
I lie prone on eccentric grass of fate 
to free my heart from miracles of love 
till I float blissful on bright radio waves 
to sing weird haunting melody of hope 
against bleak darkness of this world we share. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus laughs when he realizes he cannot control mayhem of untwisted roads while attempting to map complete history of human civilization on virtual globe of Earth.

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