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Saturday, September 26, 2026

Laughing Thief Of Grace

Laughing Thief Of Grace
© Surazeus
2026 09 26

I wonder at life of absurdity 
where weak men crippled by arrogant faith 
gain power over honest carpenters 
by twisting moral numbers of concern 
to propagate false vision of their right 
contrived by Cloud Ghost to be sacred law. 

As honest fugitive from words of pride, 
that twist our language into holy prayer, 
I grin at keening sun of solitude 
to polish secrets of my brittle bones 
repaired by shocking miracle of lies 
that cannot soothe the sword blade in my heart. 

If I can stop the laughing thief of grace 
from chopping down the ancient Tree of Life 
that blooms in garden of the weeping bride, 
I might play role as Emperor of Earth 
too well for happy people to obey 
commands that we take care of this weird world. 

My crippled hand of brave euphoria 
may listen to harsh darkness in your heart 
to bless our tables with plates of fresh fruit 
that scents our doorless home of frantic wings 
with pungent memories of eventide 
on river shores where unnamed bodies float. 

She asks if I remember why she cries, 
but laughs at all my answers as cruel lies, 
so I reflect on each mistake I make 
while eating sorrow of her chocolate cake 
that teaches me to grieve all suffering 
too many people bear while angels sing. 

We treasure secret visions of ourselves 
that we preserve in books no one can read 
while tending wounds that only devils see 
though jewels, dusted with pollen of flowers, 
refract conceptual spirit of Star God 
through pulsing passion of our sponge-soft brains. 

Crippled by impotent hatreds from fear, 
which motivates our journey for the Book, 
we search for crystal halls where blind gods feast 
while they ignore the suffering of humans 
who kneel and pray in churches built from bones 
for salvation from laughing thief of grace. 

Thus when I deconstruct religious creeds 
I find they elevate dead mortal king 
as powerful god who creates all things, 
so I leave maze of money to ascend 
misty vales of Mount Takoma to merge 
my mortal soul with timeless light of truth. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus wanders vales of Mount Takoma while nations fight for power in World War Three till the messiah sleuth appears in maze of doorless homes with new vision of life.

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