Secret Agent Of My Heart © Surazeus 2026 07 12 Because the secret agent of my heart is activated into combat mode when greedy devils of the corporate bank kidnap my precious daughter from safe haven, I transform into fierce angel of vengeance to harrow Hell and free blind slaves of money. When I was young, with tender heart of hope, I launched my new-built river boat of faith, encouraged by star-eyed ghost of my mother, and sailed bright river between tree-lush shores toward glorious palace of gold glowing clouds that gleams beyond horizon of desire. Yet bright illusion of my fantasy that shimmers with pleasures I long to taste lures me to city teeming with strange treasures that trick my hands to take what I desire with appetite for unreachable beauty till debt traps me as slave of hungry greed. Too many voices of seductive truth that echo with passion in city streets present bright fantasies of facile wealth through advertisements of brave services which offer easy solutions of power till I dispel them with assertive spell. Toward shining palace of celestial clouds I sail far from safe homeland of my heart but wander lost in maze of puzzling doors locked tight against dark thunderstorm of fear on mission to find daughter of my heart trapped somewhere in lush paradise of faith. I wander circles among market stalls amid chaotic turmoil of desire where people seeking treasures of the heart flow swift in patterns of rapacity till I lie dizzy in the field of skulls and call name of my daughter to the wind. Hands bleeding with rapacious hope for truth, I claw precious minerals from the Earth to mold material wealth of energy in forms of beauty that blind eager eyes with grandiose visions of national pride as hall of stone that stands ten thousand years. When I breach secure walls of paradise to find my daughter dancing by the pool, feet bound by golden chains of charity, I fight to free her soul from slavery, but wealth controls her power to create life from aggressive ambition of fate.
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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Sunday, July 12, 2026
Secret Agent Of My Heart
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Orpheus finds Ares fatally wounded in Garden of Olympus after King Midas stabs him when he tries to rescue his daughter Phoebe from slavery.
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