Elusive Ghost Of Innocence

Elusive Ghost Of Innocence
© Surazeus
2026 11 01

Too subtle for acknowledgement, contrived 
by unpaged books of arrogant dismay 
expressed by humble workers of the world, 
his secret spells depict excessive truth 
buried under stones in gardens of faith 
that mean nothing to sweet waves of the sea. 

Still dancing in the crowded club at dawn, 
after the vampires and kings have gone home, 
she struts before blank face of god with pride 
that she votes for the jester to assume 
rule of nations with justice of the joke 
designed to deconstruct wealth privilege. 

Soul projected through stereopticon 
by moonbeams of antisocial regret, 
he hears the earth revolving fast as wind 
in crystal flux of languages designed 
with beautiful joy of oblivion 
that fools the wise to believe we may live. 

Counting scenes his brain remembers as dreams 
of lightning calculators, that expose 
grief of wounded hearts, trapped by belief 
in bright illusion of the afterlife, 
she claims elusive ghost of innocence 
that lingers where all rivers disappear. 

Exploring waste land of bleak galaxies, 
sunk in countless slumbers of hemispheres, 
ineffable with faces of brave people, 
he mimics how astronomers perform 
arcane rituals of psychic augury 
through revelation of the fractured mind. 

Freed from surveillance of blood-thirsty ghosts 
who win election as state governors, 
she conceals treasures pilfered from sad gods 
who dwell in Valley of Sincerity 
among mulberry bushes of fake joy, 
bearded penitents who circle the pool. 

Too many years ago to understand 
sputtering gaslights on the boulevard 
where hungry girls sell flowers of despair 
to haughty shepherds in suits and top hats, 
he floats through countless doors of empty homes 
to find the Good God who does not exist. 

When he asks Goldilocks to marry him, 
with jeweled ring he stole from Saruman, 
she tells him she prefers the forest bear, 
so he transforms into werewolf of rage 
to wins election as the city mayor 
while she works as nurse at the hospital. 

River of Star Eyes

River of Star Eyes
© Surazeus
2026 11 01

Seeking truth in strange laughter of the wind, 
we swim as one in river of star eyes 
while silvan pipes of supple susurrance 
rustles leaves of our hearts with quiescence 
so we transcend obdurance of despair 
with love that expands our celestial wings. 

Because the sea can almost hear my song 
unvoiced by blind amazement, intricate 
with quickened vacancy of primal thought, 
I ask the dead to tell me tragic tales 
trapped in their bodies with aggressive calm, 
but they encase their secrets in our skulls. 

Revived by harsh November rain at dawn, 
that tricks my cerebellum to record 
heart-aching songs for immortality 
no conscious being can win, I scale vast bulge 
of psychic blossoming with bold surprise, 
but hang above abyss of nothingness. 

Inspired by passion of my foolish youth 
to reach beyond bounds of my spurious brain, 
I catch hold tight to motion time extends 
with germinal regret of blind mistakes, 
entranced by languorous music of crickets 
dispersed by sudden flash of bitter rain. 

Despair delays ascension of my soul 
against primordial fragrance fate enrolls 
to trick our minds that we could live forever, 
yet I decide to hide, beneath the stone, 
heart wounded by expansive sense of time 
with bland unwillingness to escape death. 

We cannot live play of our lives again 
though we are driven by ancestral ache 
of slow decay in fractured bones of faith, 
so we assert our right to live this hour 
by pacing boundless space of everywhere 
with haughty courage of our bloodied feet. 

Gnarled branches of the orchard grab my heart 
at sudden flash of bullets from dawn sun, 
reborn as brave metallic bees that teach 
my body to enclose against attack 
when I lie numb on bulging globe of fate 
till soil transforms my soul to flowered breath. 

Since nothing matters in game of false fame, 
except expression of the lonely heart, 
I sit alone beneath moon-favored oak 
and sing about strange beauty of this world 
that swirls away in river of star eyes 
till I am nothing but the wind on water. 

Unwinding Clock Of Sorrow

Unwinding Clock Of Sorrow
© Surazeus
2026 11 01

Unwinding clock of sorrow back one hour 
to readjust attentive force of wisdom, 
Mercury flies homeward to the glass tower 
where he operates global finance system 
by which he funds our food-production farms 
through psychic function of conceptual charms. 

Unwinding clock of sorrow before dawn 
to spark immortal soul of genes awake, 
Mercury becomes stone on White House lawn 
that watches families sail boats on the lake 
with voiceless sapience of the Cosmic Eye 
that knows each process of atomic why. 

Unwinding clock of sorrow with burned hand 
that carves commandments on tablets of stone, 
Mercury performs with new corporate brand 
official functions of the stateless clone 
who pilots United Nations of Earth 
to prove each human has intrinsic worth. 

Unwinding clock of sorrow through moon howl 
to reunite beauty with true sublime, 
Mercury wears crystal mask of the owl 
that generates human souls from sea slime 
with bold agency of abundant grace 
to mold inner light in each special face. 

Unwinding clock of sorrow with Dream Word 
to endow power on our Cosmic Nurse, 
Mercury plots progress of the absurd 
that redesigns state of our multiverse 
so angels and devils merge in one shape 
as humans who explore our weird landscape. 

Unwinding clock of sorrow from brain threads 
that weave matrix of souls in global sheen, 
Mercury maps continent watersheds 
with glowing eyes of well-witch Melusine 
so every person in the world may drink 
water of life that gleams as vital link. 

Unwinding clock of sorrow in god hearts 
that calculate the way to paradise, 
Mercury draws new set of star charts 
that guides Jesus to make his sacrifice 
then reign as Savior in empire of need 
which traps monarchs in brutal wars of greed. 

Unwinding clock of sorrow from book tales 
that moralize how humans should behave, 
Mercury weighs our actions on thought scales 
based on illusions in the dreamless cave 
where Anahita bottles water-light 
that inspires me with oracular flight. 

Electric Brain Juice

Electric Brain Juice
© Surazeus
2026 11 01

Fear swallows all dissenters of the heart 
who dare defy finality of death 
that wastes our fragile bodies with despair, 
though we glow with ambition to endure 
by drinking electric brain juice of love 
we steal from Tree of Knowledge with respect. 

Gripping rifle of absolute faith 
in guardianship of angels in gold clouds, 
Orion runs in woods of hungry ghouls, 
then crouches behind large Salvation Stone 
to shoot at tanks invading his small town, 
just as bombs blast the church next to his home. 

At roar of silver angels in blue sky, 
that stretch their aluminum wings with pride, 
Orion aims rifle at Heart of God, 
but flash of shots from rifle of his courage 
attract the Eyes of Death with mocking grin 
who looms as shadow in Valley of Fear. 

When lieutenant of his platoon is shot 
by laughing bullet from tongue of the Devil, 
Orion tries to rally frightened soldiers, 
so they retreat to ruins of the church 
where he crouches beneath statue of Mary 
who holds the headless Savior in her arms. 

Staring at the marble statue of Jesus, 
whose head was shattered by bullet of faith, 
Orion declares to his huddled squad, 
this fertile land where our fathers have lived, 
since they arrived sixteen centuries ago, 
is sacred haven where our families thrive. 

At midnight when moonbeams illuminate 
shattered ruins of the tenth-century church, 
Orion studies structure of stone walls 
to understand architectural design 
on which mankind builds Cathedral of Faith 
now shattered by bombs of national greed. 

Inside the shattered wall of the church apse 
old bottle of wine gleams in gold moonlight, 
so Orion raises glass of wine to Heaven 
and prays for victory of his homeland 
against invading empire of the north, 
then sings heart-wrenching hymn of bitter faith. 

Drunk on ancient wine of fermented faith, 
brewed by some monk hundreds of years before, 
Orion consumes electric brain juice 
that fills his heart with courage of the doomed 
who always fight to guard the fertile land 
where their children play hide and seek with Death.