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Saturday, August 15, 2026

Journey To Our Goals

Journey To Our Goals
© Surazeus
2026 08 15

Though shapes of words have lost their glistening 
from over-thoughts of motionless desire, 
my voice molds fluid disbelief from light 
in solid symbols of harmonious truths 
concealed in potent melodies of faith 
designed by skeptics to describe our souls. 

There comes no time when we should cease our walk 
through empty shadows of our endless minds 
because we love to feel assertive force 
of constant motion when our blood flows hot 
through pulsing clock of timeless memories 
that motivate our journey to our goals. 

Still far across this nameless wilderness 
of wind-swept hills, where rivers silverate 
oppressive sorrows that would trap our hearts, 
we strive to overcome dire obstacles 
with heart-enchanting songs of timeless truth 
that bleeds from golden sunset gleam of fear. 

Without attentive focus of our hearts 
on distant gleam of Heaven beyond time, 
we might now wander lost in Somewhere Land 
except for guidance of the cloud-bold hand 
that gestures omens of our providence 
forth ever at elliptic blare of winds. 

Strange empire of steel towers sprouts from graves 
where bones of our ancestors sing of faith 
in wake of our progressive journey west 
that rises tall from humble homes we build 
till sermon of our free democracy 
rings clear on duty-darkened mountainsides. 

Through ceaseless motion of transcendent strife 
our vision dominates old tyrant states 
with principles of liberty and justice 
for every person born from womb of hope 
till tyranny sprouts from our bitter hearts 
at shock of horror from our power trips. 

Hearts twisted back in devil-tangled fear 
at quick expansion of conceptual games 
that crowds vast chess board of our social state 
with players who disrupt course of success, 
we vainly raise harsh legal laws of fate 
in weak attempt to fortify our state. 

When Orpheus leads us from the Underworld 
with soul-stirring anthem of noble pride 
for deeds our ancestors accomplished well, 
we hold hands with our faceless energies 
in bid to rise from cave of primal rage 
so we dance free in forest of fruit trees. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus eats banana and ponders colonial expansion of corporate businesses in demon-haunted jungles where angels draw cryptic maps to the Promised Land.

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