Ocean Waves Of Thought

Ocean Waves Of Thought
© Surazeus
2026 10 02

I want to talk to you about the rain 
is if broad wings of angels could erase 
conceptual bitterness of twisted pain 
that we accept as normal for the face 
that shields our souls against psychotic fame, 
tricked by the king of clowns to play his game. 

With ache of longing to taste juicy fruit 
while stuck in deep lake of demonic tears, 
I reach my hand to grasp the bitter loot 
that blinds my eyes to arrogate false fears 
while haughty Tantalus laughs at my plight 
because my agony is rendered trite. 

Startled awake from dream of writhing snakes, 
Selene sees her daughter Herse leap 
at flash of lightning that shatters soul lakes 
with sudden laughter that all life is cheap, 
so Hermes swoops down to embrace the girl 
whose honest hex hurls him in ocean swirl. 

Old pastor gripping Bible to his chest 
demands I tell important anecdotes 
which relate need for boys to go on quest 
exploring secret to construct sea boats 
on which we sail to conquer paradise 
with certain shock that we must pay the price. 

I want to hold sweet Thetis in my arms 
because our son is destined to perform 
great deeds of valor on skull-cluttered farms 
where Hera makes love with the God of Storm, 
but she prefers the humble man who knows 
how to tame horses when the full moon glows. 

Enraged that I can never obtain wealth, 
I smash old idol of Hermes in grief 
which scatters gold coins with obnoxious stealth, 
so I buy friendships that prove to be brief 
which leads me to knock at steel gates of Hell 
that shake at shocking mockery of the bell. 

Knee deep in sloshing waves of solitude, 
I wade into cold ocean waves of thought 
to swim with mermaids whose sweet songs are rude 
because they insult the divine robot 
who tries to conquer nations of the Earth 
without understanding what faith is worth. 

With calm compassion for the wounded soul, 
I roll Rock of Salvation up the hill 
to build enormous palace without goal 
through firm intention to ignore the bill, 
till I find fractured skull of Sisyphus 
that vibrates with contempt of bitterness.