Siren Call Of Social Fame

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.