Apple Trees Of Human Hearts

Apple Trees Of Human Hearts
© Surazeus
2026 07 22

Some have called me the Complicated Man 
because I swerve from strict expected path 
through many twists and turns with just my wit 
by stumbling randomly down signless road 
forever nowhere to the Promised Land 
that shimmers gold as palace made of clouds. 

Wrath at injustice of tyrants and thieves 
has driven me through jeweled Gate of Hell 
with hope that I may purge my heart of hate 
and, fueled by love for every human soul, 
ascend Star Mountain to Temple of Truth 
where I play Lyre of Mercury and sing. 

As young man with my magic talisman, 
glass tablet eye-phone of the world wide web, 
aided by wise ancestor of my heart, 
I wield Slingshot of David to oppose 
brute tyrant who exploits the working man, 
then found world nation on equality. 

With Sword of Arthur I forge from the stone, 
and Bow of Odysseus I string with faith, 
I help Athena fight for Liberty 
so ever person living on this Earth 
may employ talents developed as skills 
to build global system of equal rights. 

Each day I work to map this complex world 
with tales on maps that record human deeds, 
I help construct virtual model of Earth 
to program digital twin of our world, 
yet one day Death in black carriage of fate 
will stop for me on Road of Anywhere. 

Though I never planned progress of my life, 
and wandered here and there on road of hope, 
chasing rainbows to meadow of mute ghosts, 
I have arrived at garden of my fate, 
having accomplished project of my heart 
composing Astarian Scriptures of truth. 

These scriptures I compose with honest joy 
detail new testament of my world view 
which I assemble in puzzle of life 
from every myth of every human tribe 
in one whole tale of failure and success 
through world faith of Astarianity. 

Now that I have translated song of waves 
to dream-encoded sentences of verse 
that faintly gleam with visions of my mind, 
I shall lie down by timeless Lake of Dreams 
so my bones become stones and my flesh soil 
from which sprout apple trees of human hearts.