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Monday, December 29, 2025

Face I Lost Somewhere

Face I Lost Somewhere
© Surazeus
2025 12 29

Mindlessly wandering nowhere alone, 
I seek to avoid the dramatic play 
where my life is endangered by contempt 
when people attack my right to exist 
to keep myself safe from psychotic hate 
strangers project at my innocent heart. 

Assertive mirror of my flashing mind 
fractures in fragments of strange memories 
where I am running away from the crowd 
who throws rocks at illusion of my soul 
which vibrates across spectrum of despair 
to dance with shadows of arrogant flames. 

Confined in boundaries of my sudden being, 
I cherish optimistic view of fate 
while running nowhere in the shadow land 
to find my secret face I lost somewhere 
by breathing deeply grief of sharpened faith 
till I fall laughing at absurdity. 

Yet still I roam expansive space of thought 
to savor nothingness of silver light 
my secret moon beams deep inside my mind 
at warm embrace of terror I despise 
who loves me with indifferent lust for death, 
alone in wind-swept garden of delight. 

Long unaware what color my mind tastes 
from granite suffering based on sunset rage, 
I sell false guilt that wounds my stone-hard heart 
because I never will confess my wrong, 
unmoored by laughter no one dares express 
while searching for naive divinity. 

I never listen to the ash-gray sky 
except to fracture wide my heart to cry 
with heart-enchanting melody of faith 
that chronicles weird journey of my soul 
as nameless migrant lost in Neverland 
far from the home where my mother still cooks. 

When ardent pulse of hundred billion stars 
inspires performance of necrotic rites 
I feel my true face disappear as God 
who stares at me from flashing thunder cloud 
as gleam of lightning that excites my heart 
so I sing solemn hymn of loyalty. 

Each time I fall from adamantine walls 
I grow in skill at spreading cautious wings 
to swerve away from self-destructive fate 
so I can dance with Dionysian joy 
on swirling clouds of frantic energy 
that scatter my atoms across the void. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus leads billions of souls from the Otherworld of Despair to dance with Dionysian joy in the waste land of bombed-out homes.

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