Theology Of Apple Trees
© Surazeus
2025 12 20

When I hear sad raven on the phone line
discuss theology of apple trees,
I turn my face toward shimmer of sunset,
expecting to see Visucia smile,
but by the cactus on porch of her house
I see her typewriter on fire with dreams.

Nine elms lined straight along the boulevard
talk about vertical tempo of faith
stored in secret archive of innocence
despite how psalms of broken harps reflect
repentant burden of the honest man
who sells his doubts in novels about fools.

Candles scream unsilently in the void
about names of the dead carved on wall stones
by trembling hand of the last vampire king
who confesses his love to the flute player,
but she prefers to play tennis at dawn
because she feels truth should never be sold.

If rows of houses by the railroad tracks
fade into shadows of gray pencil lines,
the crescent moon that knows our suffering
expands reluctant feathers of sunset
to brush smokestacks of sprawling factories
where blind workers construct robots of flesh.

Because I never reach end of the road
on breathless floating of chromatic bells,
I gasp at vision of rutilant hills
where coatless refugees from civil wars
learn how to drive cars by uttering oaths
in harmony with clocks in trunks of elms.

Unclaimed stories fester in pageless books
obscured by stark repetitions of rites
that villagers perform on broken bridge
though footsteps in snow reveal faceless ghost
who always lingers beside our locked doors
without expecting mercy sold by Death.

No sanctuary lamp glows in the tower
where Visucia paints my secret face
on fractured mirror of the pulsing mask
since no one knows the gospel of delays
sprouts from garden where serpents invent faith
to prove empty rooms remember my soul.

Alone in temple of the laughing skull,
I wait for Visucia to return
home from other side of the spinning Earth
because her passionate soul haunts my dreams
with the one puzzle piece of scriptural code
that completes spiraling wheel of my soul.

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Orpheus gives new violin to Visucia who beams with joy as she plays her favorite concerto about the raven girl who understands code of love.

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Lui Pui-Yuen - Galloping on the plain 

This is my partner's record. It's one of those rare op shop magic moments. I was super jelly. 

We were browsing a few years ago in a bunch of op-shops. The area has a huge migrant population. The op-shop had these large racks of vinyls (alas they have since got rid of it). I dug through one row but it was all shit. Nothing indicated the rest would be different and I didn't have the stamina to keep going for the other 3. My partner did and found this. Bugger...but also...yay! 

The cover alone is fab, but the whole album from start to finish is a banger. Composed and arranged by Lui Pui-Yuen it contains folk and orchestral compositions and adaptations featuring Pipa (like a lute), flutes, zither, many fiddles, san-hsien, cello, bass, and percussion. The picking on this is mind blowing. So fast. The arrangements are stunning. 

I haven't been able to find anything about this album despite multiple attempts. Released originally on the French label Pathé which then expanded internationally and was later part of EMI group. This was distributed in Hong Kong. Other titles by this artist who seems quite well known can be found with apt names such as "Floating Petals...Wild Geese...The moon on high".

If ya know anything more about it would love to hear it! 

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Flash Of Endless Time
© Surazeus
2025 12 20

Awake on the longest night of the year,
I float forever on strange sea of light
that glitters from infinite flow of thoughts
through undulating waves of aching hope
to pierce heart of darkness with sudden faith
that lights my eyes with flash of endless time.

Attentive glory weaves from mirror glass
frail skeleton of hunger I become
as I transform from fish to wingless cat
with motivation to leap depths of fear
and climb high curling vine of juicy fruit
that fills my heart with flash of endless time.

Extension of my eager will to grasp
elusive treasure of rain-dripping fruit
molds wiggling fingers from my padded paws
so I grab vine and swing from tree to tree
to climb enormous mountain to the sky
that binds my soul with flash of endless time.

Ascension of my mind from shadowed vales
provides firm platform high above bright clouds
where I perceive vast landscape of this globe
that spins among star-ghosts in boundless void
through ever-changing swirls of energy
that guide my way with flash of endless time.

Religious focus of my throbbing heart
through intense discipline of sharpened wit
fuels fearless assertion of my desire
as I evolve to monkey from swift cat
while leaping trees from sea to shining sea
that weave my dreams with flash of endless time.

Affirmed by sturdy foundation of hope,
having lost my tail to swing among trees,
I dance in surge of hungry ocean waves
to walk upright with balanced attitude
so I grasp straightened stick and stone of fate
that drives my game with flash of endless time.

Attribution of values to new shapes
provides framework for vision of my eyes
to mold mud in bricks stacked in ziggurats
from which I rule as mortal god on Earth
to manage world food-production machine
that runs my brain with flash of endless time.

Four hundred million years of spinning faith
transforms my quadrupedal form of flesh
fish to lizard to mouse to cat to ape
to wingless angel aching to play god,
so I strum lyre of Mercury and sing
spells that chronicle flash of endless time.

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Orpheus sings heart-enchanting hymn that recounts evolutionary history of mankind at the winter solstice ritual in the Crystal Cathedral of Zarathia.

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Instruments Of Dream Sense
© Surazeus
2025 12 20

Wandering lonely as the gloomy rain cloud
that looms hungry over your city maze,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
to conjure visions of the Beautiful
from endless misery of our daily lives
as we struggle to maintain global peace.

Wearing crown of ice molded from your tears
that drown our cities in false memories,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
with deft fingers of aggressive concern
to prove with absolute uncertainty
that Death will take us to her Nowhere Land.

Wishing to comprehend how spider webs
mirror matrix of our star-flashing brains,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
that vibrate with thunderstorms of god eyes
which scatter snowflakes on gray city streets
to illustrate beauty of human hearts.

Wagering fabulous ethics of mute pain
to understand wordless song of wild trees,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
that praise weird beauty of nature in psalms
no matter how boring time seems to be
because sunlight always invades my gloom.

Waiving my inalienable rights to life,
liberty, and pursuit of happiness,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
that open doors of perception to Hell
where Orpheus leads mute souls of the dead
so they can sing in the heavenly choir.

Waiting forever on the river shore
where angels talk on eye-phones of the mind,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
that sanctify symphonies of mad seers
who breathe delicious anguish of desire
with each eerie shriek of violin tunes.

Wielding Excalibur with gentle grace
to render judgement against criminals,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
that frame extensive legal arguments
supporting freedom and justice for all
born from the womb of Mother Liberty.

Whistling past the graveyard of long-dead gods
who call to us with voice of mountain wind,
I want to play instruments of dream sense
that surrender loneliness to sea waves
so when we meet at random on the street
we can share feast of winter solstice eve.

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Orpheus directs choir of not-yet-dead humans who express intense desire of the human heart to savor beauty of this too-brief life on our spinning globe of abandoned homes.

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