Blue Bird Of Bitterness

Blue Bird Of Bitterness
© Surazeus
2026 05 05

Plodding along in vast maze of my life 
with passionate boredom of contrived faith, 
I sing with the blue bird of bitterness 
whose melodies calculate happiness 
which raises our ancestors from dark graves 
so we can live the good life we deserve. 

I hear mad prophets on the radio 
excoriate the humble king of faith 
who sings with the blue bird of bitterness 
about search for truth in the wilderness 
that we undertake on quest of the fool 
to redesign the long-accepted rule. 

With caustic interference of regret 
the church lady tries to sell Book of Faith, 
yet sings with the blue bird of bitterness 
despite her brave mission of kindliness 
that mocks her straight-laced dignity of pride 
which fractures when she learns her preacher lied. 

Now heavy as Saturn in my old age, 
I leap with spirit of youth in my heart 
to sing with the blue bird of bitterness 
about eternity of nothingness 
that we will experience after we die, 
so before then I want to learn to fly. 

While meditating in warm summer eve, 
I wonder at pure whiteness of the lily 
guarded by the blue bird of bitterness 
according to dream code of cleverness 
by which I program ritual of my life 
to exercise self-control during strife. 

Though I am absent from you this fine spring 
and with your shadow play in carefree joy, 
my heart feels the blue bird of bitterness 
lead me across Bridge of Forgetfulness 
to find the glorious white horse of your heart 
frolicking freely round my apple cart. 

I may cavort with shadow of your soul 
for vermilion pleasure of our kiss, 
recorded by blue bird of bitterness 
in valley-haunting song of gracefulness, 
but I am devoted with ardent faith 
in helping you develop adroit skills. 

Though I was born in maze of Babylon 
in body of clay dazzled by starshine, 
developed by blue bird of bitterness 
from quiet wisdom of sweet loneliness, 
I will rebuild Garden of Avalon 
in machine-mangled woods of Oregon.