Wander With Bohemian Heart © Surazeus 2026 09 19 Now that we have, for eighty stringent years, passed our souls through the thousand darknesses of death-bringing talk by oppressive thieves, we sing again with radioactive faith by leaping on Icarian wings of joy to fall with grace of humble dignity. With analytic pliers of respect, which I forged from contempt for trickery, I sing about the tragic fate of men who live by principles of honesty so I may wander with Bohemian heart as minstrel transgressing borders of words. Still stranded in imperium of the past, lost immigrants from many diverse lands dwell peacefully as one great tribe of souls within expansive paradise of love, so many languages of babbling hope merge into universal tongue of faith. We shall not mortgage time without death-pledge against collapse of social boundaries which trap our bodies in addressless homes in vast suburban maze of fear-locked doors where endless saga of death from despair beats against windows that frame flashing trees. When tyrant in crumbling castle of pride obliterates borders of social rules, he tries to absorb dramas of our lives from family home to prison of the state when he preaches sermon of our great land through faceless voice on the harsh radio. Annexed to system of the social game, brave sovereignty of my body is bound by legal liens of state identity when grim enforcers of cruel tyranny violate personal space of wounded hearts through psychic domination of contempt. Though libertarian impulse of our minds are all assimilated in grand state, ruled by huge invisible cloud god who wields nuclear missiles as thunderbolts, we hide as blind ghosts in our House of Being, shrouded by smoke of never-spoken words. Obsessive guilt of my heart-tortured tongue transforms into fierce dragon of respect escaping murky pool of wordless rage when bitter tyrant strutting in contempt destroys grand temple of the shining god whose ghost fades into stark light of the moon.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings epic of philosophers at the Kennedy Center of the Performing Arts as King Midas bulldozes the temple with contempt.
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