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.
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, October 10, 2026
Castle Of God Skulls
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