Siren Call Of Social Fame © Surazeus 2025 12 10 Because my plutonian heart is laid bare by stolen passwords of classified code, I raid the treasure house for secret tropes so with each sentient spell my tongue recites I may free demon of my inner child to dance while laughing on the ocean shore. When I hear songs of sirens on sharp rocks who seek to lure me with visions of love, I sail away through swirling mist of fear to find the Garden of Eden in Hell where angels in white robes of feathered wings compose our tales on scrolls of energy. Disarmed by meter of relentless waves that wrack indifferent cliffs of solitude with anxious thoughts of wordless ecstasy, I seek to trick the woman with sad eyes by giving her sweet fruit from Tree of Life then sell her wisdom of the holy light. Yet she buys nothing from box of my dreams because she sees behind my fractured mask while gazing amused in my mirror eyes where face of beauty gleams with sudden power, so she embraces me with urgent faith to generate new life before we die. Her heart-enchanting melody of hope possesses me with vision of Star Truth so I become small part of her grand play where I perform creative tasks with faith that build world view of sacred guardianship where she reveals true nature of all things. Though I keep falling from Tower of Truth because my fantasy of flight fails me, I stand again on ardent legs of faith and search the endless maze of Wonderland till I find thirteen keys of magic mirth to spring the locks of churches without doors. When chronicles of human history, which I compose with pure angelic blood, appear unclassified with secret codes, I strum the lyre of Mercury and sing brave odes about anti-heroes and fools who heed the siren call of social fame. Almost forgotten in the Promised Land, Muse Calliope finds me by the tree where I assess mind-state of misery, and gives me crystal sphere of potent power so I can dream history of the Earth till waves of time wash me out to the sea.
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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Wednesday, December 10, 2025
Siren Call Of Social Fame
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Orpheus enrolls his son Orion in the Zarathian Academy of Music where he learns to compose narrative poetry from Calliope.
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