Futile Television Shows © Surazeus 2026 05 26 Earth eats beauty and ugliness alike, and grave of time abundant hope consumes, since happiness and sorrow dissipate together in vast sweep of mindless wind, thus I maintain calm rituals of delight to treasure ornaments till endless night. Though pleasure increase beauty in new forms from fertile fields of wisdom spurred by hope, time crushes beauty into twisted lust for aching urgency to transcend death, yet I accept decay of vital flesh that scatters atoms of my self in wind. This self I build from memories of hope, composed of actions I perform from need, will crack in fragments of dismembered days lit by sunlight of long-lost afternoons in cities far from where I dwell today, preserved in futile television shows. I look in mirror of reflective thoughts to study how mask of my face has changed through sixty years of urgent ardency to play grand role of potent fortitude my mind believes Fate commissioned for me to stamp my sign on documents of truth. My golden prime decays to brazen mask that hangs on walls of clean suburban homes preserving moment of bright agency that fades in voiceless rooms of timeless dream contrived to flash beyond posterity as traffic signal red with flame of truth. Should rich bequest of Nature flush my heart with noble legacy of solemn hymns that hail true beauty pulsing in brave hearts of voiceless people struggling to survive, then light my soul casts to part veil of gloom may guide staunch wanderers on road of truth. Thus I attend my golden pilgrimage to climb steep hill of heavenly respect through strength of duty to enhance world view that frames chaos of Nature with strict rules designed to guide our quest on righteous way where our deeds create rather than destroy. Sweet music I sing to forge strong concord in lithe communal network of brave souls embraces every wanderer with hope that honest nurture of talents to skills disarms cruel exploitation of blind greed so our faulty Heaven secures all life.
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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Tuesday, May 26, 2026
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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings love songs to seduce Ophelia with wisdom of raising children of our souls before we decay and die.
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