Strong Help The Weak

Strong Help The Weak
© Surazeus
2025 10 16

Not fast enough to catch the falling star, 
I wander among pointed leaves of long vines 
and contemplate how grapes represents souls 
who spring from one continuous bloodline 
to embody immortal soul of genes 
that sprouts from sacred heart of the Earth. 

Down in lush valley of the sparkling lake 
ghosts of my ancestors explore strange woods 
with star-bright eyes encased in diamond spheres 
which analyze force of conceptual fears 
to map from memory of endless landscapes 
virtual world that programs how my brain knows. 

Stitching in flexible matrix of truth 
ten thousand fragments of moments in time, 
I weave one vision of our universe 
combining countless tales of human lives 
in whole unbroken epic we perform 
each day we wake to create till we die. 

Sustained assertion through incessant song 
propels our progress against tyranny 
to formalize institutions through law 
which empower heroes working for good 
to manage chaos of opposing wills 
in social program that supports free will. 

Relentless beauty of spectral sunlight, 
that flickers on waves of rivers and lakes, 
beams straight into core of my pulsing heart 
grand vision of human endeavor, bound 
with awe-inspiring purpose to share love, 
where the strong help the weak to survive well. 

When trees breathe wisdom of secure respect 
through tangled roots wound deep inside my heart, 
I dance in meadow thick with birds and bees 
to escape illusion of dominance 
on brave conceptual wings of urgency 
till I accept limits of my psychic being. 

Along the endless road to anywhere 
we walk with rhythm of electric rain 
to celebrate sweet suddenness of light 
that fills our bodies with pain-forged delight 
because we feel stretched curving of our world 
extend beyond horizon of despair. 

If light reveals weird shadow of my soul 
cast slant-wise far across cathedral hall, 
I choose to stand in field of eager trees 
to sing ten thousand songs of mortal minds 
that brush my tear-streaked cheek with mourning breeze 
of soft discordant silence in my heart.