Brave Children Of Our Love © Surazeus 2026 01 01 Another spin around the shining sun returns my body to fountain of light where I swim laughing in the dreamless deep to mold my passion into juicy fruit that flushes my veins with electric blood so I resurrect from grave of my heart. Evolving now four hundred million years, I transform life after life to become Idea of God that gleams in my mind as goal toward which I strive with ache of love through passion of the conscious brain I am to transcend nothingness of wordless sleep. I walk the signless road on quest for truth around the spinning world ten thousand times, forever lost on boundless plain of time where I build homes from anguish of respect as tombs that shelter my ancestral skulls while I continue on another dawn. Fast forward on the endless road of hope I fly toward vision of paradise lost where I tend fruit trees of my broken heart that bloom with treasure of the shining sun transforming rain to energy of love so we can dance another hour till death. Each flower blooming from corpse of my heart remembers every life of driving pain that my ancestors lived from birth to birth which motivates my lonely quest to find pure spark of light in darkness of my brain till I expand my conscious scope as God. I wake each morning eighty million years reborn in new form of immortal genes to walk vast landscape of this cluttered globe and fight for life against aggressive hate so I survive each cycle of rebirth against the greedy puppeteer of power. I hide my face behind hard mask of faith to shield my soul against consuming fear so I transcend relentless swirl of death beyond brutal fate of Achilles Christ as I evade destruction long enough to generate new child before I die. Another spin around the mindless sun reveals four hundred million years of change as perfect vision of our life on Earth because we struggle against pain and fear to find our soul mate on the road of hope so we become brave children of our love.
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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Thursday, January 1, 2026
Brave Children Of Our Love
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Orpheus and Achilles Christ sit together by the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, and share jokes as they eat tteokbokki and drink soju.
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