Holy Heart Of Zephyrus © Surazeus 2026 07 03 Small island of my heart amid black seas remains with memory of its singing streams as solid beauty with tower of light that serves as beacon of my destiny to sail across wild undulating waves, then return to its haven in the storm. Remote from turmoil of kingdoms that fight to rule the minds of men with fantasies, my island garden blooms in silver haze where I translate weird songs of nightingales to weave tales of gods from long-burned-out stars while I breathe sweet peace of my remote world. Still strange power of the infinite sea regulates tide pulse of blood in my veins with swelling passion of logical lust to generate new life before I die in body that preserves in timeless dreams immortal soul of replicating genes. My song articulates voice of the sea where I stand frail on jagged cliff of hope, embraced by holy heart of Zephyrus who teaches me to see light of the soul that gleams through constant gloom of world events so I find courage to play my own role. Each night I slumber, weary and undone, strange visions flash in network of my brain, incredible with hope of weird insight that we can build democracy of faith from shattered ruins of our principles, inspired to survive tides of social change. Shocked by fierce cloudy thrill of innocence, I push my fragile soul against despair with haunting presence of dead patriots which motivates my quest to rise from fear and stride where secret star-beams allocate new space for me to activate the truth. From rubble of our nation bombed by greed Pierrot and Columbine emerge with hope, though wounded by futility of faith, to dance in garden-grove with dreams decayed, which proves our principles of liberty and justice for all survive in our hearts. Though proud nations fall and false faiths decay, we join hands on the lawn of apple trees to nurture brave philosophy of truth that all humans share equal rights from birth which we assert with our communal heart to celebrate birth of democracy.
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, July 3, 2026
Holy Heart Of Zephyrus
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Orpheus plays Lyre of Mercury and sings heart-inspiring anthem about global principle of human rights to liberty and justice that celebrates birth of democracy.
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