House Of Laughing Masks

House Of Laughing Masks
© Surazeus
2026 04 04



Though I fade into white wall of blank masks, 
I open drapes of sorrow to perceive 
casual performance of every-day life 
when people walk to the clean grocery store, 
then cook dinner and listen to weird songs 
on vinyl records that spiral the void. 

Another child exploring the wheat field 
disappears into shadow of the book 
that teleports them to far distant land 
where they invent new name that confines thought 
as jeweled crown secure on velvet cloth 
beams satiric laughter at the Glow Cloud. 

When I gaze in eye of the Palantir 
I watch people all over the world live 
lives of quiet desperation to prove 
we are ghosts in one television screen 
assured of salvation with the One Ring 
forged by Angel of Death from my soul bone. 

With white horse of my adventurous heart 
I stroll along the craggy seashore cliff 
on winding network of trails that invite 
my noble journey to end of the world 
where I will build the House of Laughing Masks 
to preserve record of my mundane life. 

Ten thousand retired schoolteachers with pens 
could not repair my house of memories 
fallen into disrepair through regret 
for not opposing tyrants in steel towers 
whose greed destroys institutions of state 
so empires collapse into companies. 

Marble idol of Jesus on the hill 
spreads arms of love to welcome every soul, 
then gives me book and pen with bold command 
that I rewrite whole history of the world 
to show his sons triumphant in conquest 
as they enforce law of his love with guns. 

With joy for life, despite dark fuel of fear 
which nurtures passion of respect for death, 
I saunter casually on spring-bright road 
past houses where strangers wear laughing masks 
to hide horror that men in seats of power 
bomb hospitals and schools to kill the flower. 

Leaving frantic hustle of city life, 
I stroll in pastoral painting of false hope 
to visit natural beauty of wooded hills 
where monstrous demon of human desire 
seethes under calm waters of mountain lakes 
so I return to House of Laughing Masks.