Bitter Prayers Of Fantasies © Surazeus 2026 08 21 After turning key of uncertainty I ask the honey bees of innocence to find home burned by soldiers of despair who barricade their hearts with polished stones fractured from idols of their social gods who feed on bitter prayers of fantasies. There is no substance in our enmities we gather to replace faint hopes of love, yet we ask honey bees of arrogance to build their hives of passion-pilfered wealth in home now empty of our family ghosts whose hearts lead them to wander windy hills. In ninth Troy of America we dwell, secure in tower where Rapunzel sings, whose anguish catches it afire this hour, though we continue with our daily lives through certain faith that noble minds prevail though faceless Helen walks the Earth again. Dark weeds grow from pavestones of social power where Brigid herds sheep on the White House lawn, and sings enchanting prophecies of doom while I play broken lyre of Mercury, yet she decides to give out fish and bread to people homeless from social collapse. No dream of paradise could paralyze our good intentions for democracy in noble mission to replace all kings with honest leaders whom people elect because they hear with brave ears of insight voices of the dead explain how to live. Heart riddled with weird light of star-blind gods, I hurl fierce curse of justice at the sky where no immense mind of the absolute ensures equality for every soul, so with eye of my brain in turbulence I seek moon-stark hill of electric skulls. Shocked by insistence of angelic wings that I transcend this fragile flame of flesh, I channel bitter prayers of fantasies through jubilant expressions of respect for brave endurance of our wounded hearts to face down the silver-helmed Seraphim. Indifferent to our solitude in time, the star-eyed prophet of the misty isle refuses to proclaim in busy streets crimes of the powerful who still exploit our bodies for profits they confiscate though we pray to idol of God for help.
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, August 21, 2026
Bitter Prayers Of Fantasies
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Orpheus strolls with Yeats on Innisfree to gather apples fallen from the wounded hearts of refugees whose homes were bombed in war of fantasies.
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