My Motherland Of Scythia

My Motherland Of Scythia
© Surazeus
2025 11 22

If happiness sucks life out of our bones 
with monumental typhoon of contempt 
after we buy it packaged at the store, 
perhaps we could return to river vale 
where we tend chickens and cows on the farm 
to avoid causing lush Nature more harm. 

Ten million years from now on spinning Earth 
new species of conscious organic souls 
that evolve from fertile womb of the sea 
may carve our bones into musical flutes 
and play such sweet heart-aching melodies 
that sorrow could translate our memories. 

Yet I spend my non-working leisure hours 
watching stories about romantic strife 
between two people whose aggressive clash 
sparks passionate love of trust-forged respect 
so they generate children from desire 
who in turn join our world romantic choir. 

Though I found my soul mate in this strange life 
on the other side of our spinning world 
so we raise two children combining our genes, 
they are whole separate souls outside my mind 
who will journey new roads on their own quests 
after they bury my books in wood chests. 

If sorrow forges courage in our bones 
with Herculean honesty of faith 
after we sell it on the drama stage, 
perhaps we could oppose harsh tyranny 
to free our bodies and souls from fake debt 
to prove we are not some weak marionette. 

Ten million years ago on spinning Earth 
we swung with joyful energy of hope 
through endless canopy of fruitful trees 
in Garden of Eden around the globe 
before we formed aggressive nation states 
ruled from safe Heavens locked with pearly gates. 

Now I spend my dream-crafting labor hours 
composing stories about faceless souls 
who program mental malfunction with grace 
to transcend fear from nothingness of death 
and follow Orpheus strumming his lyre 
who leads us all home to our humble shire. 

Though I wandered years far across the land, 
performing songs from sea to shining sea 
in quest to become my Essential Me, 
I lounge at home in Appalachian hills 
because my motherland of Scythia 
beams from my heart to form Zarathia.