Our Children Grow Strong © Surazeus 2026 08 06 We sit beyond broad range of all deceit in teeming garden of our alibis, still undisturbed by grim visage of Time who waits with scythe and glass of changing fate to calculate with arcane laws of hope how we shall dissipate in swirls of rain. No great God watches us with star-bright eyes who may have tortured our credulity with heart-entrancing harps of holiness, so we attend to lives of butterflies while seeking to evade astonishment of mindless laws all tyrants must obey. When faceless phantom of our secret thoughts still lingers in quaint garden of our hearts, we measure cumulative silences to bridge abysmal faith in solitude that must empower minds of wanderers with passion for weird logic of true love. We share our futile thoughts on pulchritude with bold unwillingness to learn how time unravels secret dreams of happiness none dare express with beating heart of hope till fraught ingenuousness of humble faith requires that we reveal our wounded hearts. We gather all our fears in paradigms that frame conceptual modes of hopeless trust so we are not deceived by clever truths contrived by strangers we have never met to break conventions of old social rules in desperate gambit to no more be tools. Based on insight of tense experiences, when we are trapped in weird dramatic scenes, directed by enforcers of blind will, we join force of our hearts with clever tricks to slip free from trap of their cageless stage by breaking through gold gates of paradise. Since we are stranger than powers of laws, enhanced by brave ancestral ways of life, we grow through each harsh crisis of despair more into who we will ourselves to be, encouraged by the God of Evertime whose eyes are lamps that guide our eager way. We grow beyond pert friendship of our trust through daily actions of psychic routine so we expand scope of our conscious mind as one soul woven from two separate brains to maintain haven of our family life where our children grow strong as we decay.
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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Thursday, August 6, 2026
Our Children Grow Strong
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Orpheus wears mask of Saturnus as he dances wildly in carnival of mind-bending fantasy to prove his daughter is new queen of the wounded world.
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