I Want To Believe © Surazeus 2026 05 26 False as devils wearing bright angel masks are those who willfully misunderstand specific statements that assert clear points contrary to selfish motives through greed their tangled words conceal in trite bromides that dislocate perverted attributes. While I keep my head in the stars of dream I bind my body to the ground of truth when I investigate uncanny tales of alien beings from planets far away who buzz our globe in saucers of star gems to document the hoax of dreamless facts. When the Men in Black appear in my house, beaming down from starship in the sky, they spread angelic wings of glowing silk to gaze deep in my mind with crystal eyes that project visions of the universe so I see spiral coil of cosmic truth. Ten thousand orbs of light flash in the sky over ten thousand towns across the land so journalists in cars speed lone highways to chase gray aliens across desert plains to end of the rainbow where ghosts of fear vanish in sudden gust of wordless wind. I want to believe, the agent declares, while gathering evidence of aliens, and photographs god in the flying machine who arrives with wisdom of ancient souls to usher in New Age of Peace on Earth so all social conflicts evaporate. Call them angels or devils in spaceships, the crazy man in the tinfoil hat shouts, but they are ancient demons from the stars who rise up from the surging sea of fear as Godzilla who rules Earth with despair, while waving blurry photographs of planes. Wide-eyed Icarus on the Silver Bridge spreads white wings wide against storm-blasting wind and howls with hope in grim Plutonian night as millions of people gaze in his eyes that hypnotize their minds with secret truth so they call for aliens to save our world. When storm clouds part at blazing flash of dawn, Jesus beams down from Starship Enterprise and walks among all nations on our globe who proclaim him Emperor of the Earth, so I turn off that television show and sit on my front porch to play guitar.
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
I Want To Believe
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Orpheus wears gray alien mask and floats down from the crane as Deus ex machina to land on outdoor theater stage where he plays King Lear proving to Hamlet that aliens are real.
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