Crowded Streets Of Life

Crowded Streets Of Life
© Surazeus
2026 03 28

Rebirth of angels from body of flesh 
transforms the population of our world 
from manic robots of aggressive hope 
to celestial choirs of respectful clones 
who dissipate to mist at flash of dawn 
when I wake from sweet dreams of paradise. 

Shocked from complacent attitude of faith 
by constant annihilation of souls 
through war, famine, disease, and rot of age, 
I gaze with loving awe at every soul 
I see while walking crowded streets of life, 
heart aching to treasure each divine mind. 

We are pure flashing energy of light 
congealed in frail organic form of thought 
as atoms attempting to wake as God 
through conscious vision of our dreaming brains 
in neural nets of memory-storage nodes 
that refract divine concept of Star Mind. 

Through metaphysical concepts of love, 
that portray essence emanating bright 
from material machines of chemicals, 
I seek to express transcendental truth 
based firm on building blocks of verity, 
for our conscious souls will perish at death. 

Relaxed on wood bench before city hall, 
I observe strangers, wearing uniforms 
of social status, stride with calm intent 
of business to attend inherent needs 
concerning social strategies of power, 
leaves of flesh tossed by mindless winds of fate. 

Each individual face with special features, 
specific to ancestral strife to grow, 
presents elastic mask of mental will 
which replicates mythical characters 
whose spirits replay dramas of their lives 
in stories left unread in ancient books. 

I see detailed on vast map of your face 
journey of your ancestors across time 
that codes how their souls navigate despair 
long enough to generate child of hope 
who continues endless journey of faith 
to find the Promised Land of fantasies. 

Though we are wingless angels of the wind, 
contained in organic bodies of flesh 
for our brief journey on this spinning globe, 
we live forever in names carved on stone 
though we become dirt roots of trees imbibe 
to bloom as fruit which our descendants eat.