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.
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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Saturday, August 15, 2026
Journey To Our Goals
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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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