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Saturday, October 10, 2026

Castle Of God Skulls

Castle Of God Skulls
© Surazeus
2026 10 10

Yet steely spring-dawn sun of innocence 
that sparks my soul awake with ardent joy 
fuels my aggressive strife to conquer hate 
by harnessing with passion of the lake 
pain-devil dancing in cave of my heart 
with shocking laughter of the rolling stone. 

When dawn strikes my heart with ardent joy 
I rise from coffin of my dream-stained bed 
and saunter lustily along the stream 
that laughs at giant stones of arrogance 
which teaches me to navigate my rage 
and build enormous castle of god skulls. 

So faceless demons chase me in the mist 
with mocking laughter of the blind sky god 
till I rip wand of rage from muck of Earth 
and fight dark shadows of terrible truth 
whose sharp teeth gouge weird faith into my heart 
because I gnaw at seeds of bitter love. 

Intense assertion of my right to live 
details contract I sign with Death at dawn 
to question why organic creatures die 
in frantic battle to survive stark pain 
though I glimpse beauty of the timeless glow 
which radiates from my holy heart as love. 

To solve the complex mysteries of love 
I strip my mind bare of intense desire 
to generate new life before I die, 
then float in psychic water of the world 
where faces of the dead gleam in dark waves 
before I wrench my body free from greed. 

I wonder where across landscape of fear 
I could progress against hard social tides 
that sweep our bodies into grand events 
when brutal gods of power fight for right 
to rule how we perceive with frazzled minds 
amazing story of courageous deeds. 

Reborn as wing-foot messenger of hope, 
I fly above vast maze of city streets 
where millions of bright angels sing wild hymn 
to glorify one man above them all 
who guides their journey to the Promised Land 
but vanish as illusion of despair. 

Unlicensed feelings of my mirror mind 
reflect strange legends of the evening news 
that detail endless tales of absurd death 
which humans suffer in their quest for love 
because everyone who lives will soon die, 
and everyone who meets will part at last. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus lounges calmly at the small round table on the sidewalk outside the Crippled Pegasus Cafe and ponders how Impressionism rose from the destructive Siege of Paris.

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