Faceless Ghost Of Hope © Surazeus 2026 06 05 Descended from lost exiled wanderers, driven away by politics of power over who controls bodies of the state, I feel their passion to explore the world that drove my ancestors ten thousand years forever westward to the Promised Land. Since I left Garden of Habaeleon, driving long train of horse-drawn wagons west, to build haven of mounds in apple groves now paved over on Isle of Avalon, I traveled ever on to Oregon to find Dawn Land at the end of the world. Where shall I go now with my restless heart, I wonder as I stand on ocean beach and listen to weird song of ceaseless waves that urge my heart to animate my mind with vision of Heaven we build on Earth in stone castles that have crumbled to sand. This globe that was so empty long ago, endless valleys of rivers and vast woods, now teems with more than eight billion humans in five thousand cities and countless towns, each person striving to gain happiness in fractured nation-states where gangsters rule. I hear voice of the prophet in the wind who speaks with authority of the sky, where many believe some god rules our lives, explain how we can unify the world in one religious vision of fair justice for every person breathing air of hope. This voice I hear I know is nothing more than echo of the faceless ghost of hope programmed by visions of Heaven on Earth where One World God rules all humanity which my ancestors conjured in their hearts as they struggled to survive times of unrest. New age of empires controlled by bank kings threatens frail system of democracies when greedy tyrants grasping crown of thorns hijack institutions of government to enrich themselves by exploiting us, as mortal men perform role of Storm God. Exiled by power games of thought control, my ancestors bore Light of Lucifer to found new colonies in the waste land, but now I must join squad of Liberty who leads our fight against grim Jupiter to support United Nations of Earth.
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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Friday, June 5, 2026
Faceless Ghost Of Hope
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Orpheus follows his heart to the end of the world on a beach in Oregon and laughs to find Land of the Rising Sun on the other side of the ocean.
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