Waves Of Psychic Energy

Waves Of Psychic Energy
© Surazeus
2025 10 21

Awed by luxury of conceptual codes 
that angels devise from human despair, 
I subtract wisdom from blank nothingness 
to pay for rent required to live in Hell 
by weaving light in language of the brain 
so every soul may live through liberty. 

Surprised by laughter of the falling leaves, 
that dance with joyful agony of faith, 
I might review weird spirit of the stone 
preserving prophecies blind children scream 
without explosively powerful thoughts 
from almighty revelation of death. 

Concerned about divinity of trees 
that transform soil of bodies from our graves 
to rolling waves of psychic energy, 
I shiver lost in maze of memories 
because all bridges to the past decay 
and leave me stranded in the future place. 

Entranced by linear process of soul change, 
which pulses hot in bodies sewn from dreams, 
I look back down familiar road of fear 
to see I always live beyond despair 
by sounding terse with elemental words 
scattered among pebbles on river shores. 

Ungendered by contempt of my free will, 
more resolute that roaring roads of pain, 
I rise from frenzy through necessity 
to measure frothing fantasy of faith 
while tumbling with respectful attitude 
in universal moment we exchange. 

Mismanaged by perceptive eyes of loss, 
based on extensive flights of fortitude, 
I learn assertive art of writing lies 
with blood of dragons on cathedral walls 
that misdirect your minds from frantic crimes 
when I steal money from your bank accounts. 

Shocked by dire lamentations Gabriel sells 
to bitter raven at the conference 
that smirks on bust of Minerva all night, 
I swim with holy frogs in pond of scum 
to relive evolution of my soul 
four hundred million years from fish to god. 

Confused by words God never speaks to me, 
except through murmur of cold ocean waves, 
I study perfect beauty of the brain 
which conjures virtual model of real Earth 
till I am fooled by pure love to believe 
my consciousness just might survive my death.