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Thursday, December 25, 2025

Chronicle Weird Happenings

Chronicle Weird Happenings
© Surazeus
2025 12 25

If I cannot prevent my star-beam soul 
from falling into thick material pool 
so I get stuck animating this brain, 
then I shall dance naked on castle lawn 
till the mad king returns my angel wings 
so I can chronicle weird happenings. 

Quiet doubts slither with serpentine grace 
through unconscious mirror of earnestness 
though fear unsettles equilibrium 
between dual lives of wokeness and dream 
which filters theories with deceptive truths 
that leave me stranded on alternate paths. 

Conceptual happiness of noble pride 
through subconscious computers devils hide 
imply I sojourn with reflective faith 
in candle-lit cathedral built with math 
where I conceal strange version of the truth 
composed of summer dawns in ancient myth. 

No commonplace surroundings of blank skies 
allow my fractured brain to recognize 
amazing person with electric soul 
who plays with wonderment her special role 
against popular opinion of fate 
because we prefer to dwell on our boat. 

Contingent on what gods pretend to mean, 
our noble cause electrifies wild rain 
to urge complacent people with the sword 
who misperceive prophecies of the bard 
that foretell how our world empire will fall 
at slant of light in grand cathedral hall. 

Due to confident loneliness of hope 
when I drive too fast down the mountain slope 
I crash into wise tree of divine power, 
then crawl burning to consume the dream flower 
till I find myself stuck at blunt impasse 
between the locked door and the broken glass. 

Because everything that has ever been 
is only real because it has been seen, 
I hide sacred truths in brave heart of birds 
who scatter seeds of thought in humming words 
that bloom from graves of insignificance 
with transitory splendor of the fence. 

Soul veiled with shining aura of regret 
that I still love daughter of Baphomet, 
I sell private feelings in market stall 
derived from wisdom of the forest well 
so I inhabit all your different worlds 
with sadness that inspires me to live free. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus brings basket of fruit to Baphomet, old woman in black lace dress, who beams with pleasure as he plays gothic melodies on the lyre of Mercury.

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