Barbaric Boulevard Of Fame © Surazeus 2025 11 05 If memories of my messy random life mislead my heart with glow of paradise suffusing landscapes of my long-lost past, then I accept with brave alacrity that what I want to remember with joy must be truer than strange sadness I feel. I spend each period of my random life in far different places across the land where patterns of fate are scattered about in disjointed fragments of anxious hope so I must invent with haphazard code narrative of progress that contrives sense. Sunlight gleams through pines on enormous hills ranged around sleeping volcano of fate to fill round church with bright angelic wings when I consider possibility that God seeks salvation through my respect to become conscious in visions of my brain. Wind swirls sand along black asphalt highway that leads east away from the Promised Land while I strum strings on guitar at my breast and improvise epic tale in tense verse about the common man who wanders lost with no mission to save his state from greed. To analyze weird crisis of my heart outside mental frame of social context designed to organize random events, I chant electric hymns of faceless gods by lonely fountain near the storm-wild sea till my sorrows transform into black swans. Every person I meet in every town as I hitchhike east sea to shining sea fades into faceless ghost of somewhere else whose absence haunts my endless morning hours when I watch deer graze on front lawn of flowers because I wear no face that I can see. I wear ring of demonic energy to transform my limited form of self to imitate shape of every conscious being who has ever lived on this spinning globe so I understand how every soul feels driven by urge to procreate more souls. Yet still I wander in vast maze of myths where idols of humans transformed to gods line long barbaric boulevard of fame and ask if man will worship them again till I transform into statue of stone to stare forever at the bleeding sun.
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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Barbaric Boulevard Of Fame
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Orpheus explains to psychology students at the University of Zarathia that Victor Frankenstein is a father who becomes disappointed that his socially rebellious son fails to live up to his high expectations.
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