If I Reveal My Soul
© Surazeus
2026 03 29

If I reveal my soul by how I sing
relentless emotion through opposites,
I undeceive myself with new belief
that glamors richness of our messy world
which vainly proves with brute indifference
that Nature fills us with passion of hope.

If they assassinate idol of stone
that represents proud ruler of the world
with accurate bullet of childhood games,
we may choose new god from the mortal crowd
to play wise ruler of our crowded state
who plays piano with graceful respect.

If we march to martial music of blood
with bright torch of freedom in every hand,
we may find our ancestral voices cry
for justice from blood-soaked soil of our land,
so we raise flag of Liberty with faith
that our wild howls become anthem of truth.

If we spring laughing from sonorous hills
at sudden strike of brave cathedral bells,
we may plow fields of stubborn prairie grass
and plant gold wheat of fierce ambitious plans
to build empire of hungry enterprise
so our children may dance in sweet moonlight.

If I cast line of hope in lake of dreams
with hope to catch elusive fish of faith,
I may hear noble song of moon-white geese
call out to angels on flame-golden clouds
who grant my boon to gain hard-earned reward,
though Nature owes me nothing for my work.

If I should meditate by sparkling brook
that shimmers calm in grove of twisted birch,
I may hear strange enchanting song of faes
that lures my heart to seek dark gloom of fate
in deep forest green of snow-crested hills
where child of the mountain waits for my gift.

If blind musician in dark smoky bar
plays earthy melody on saxophone
with soulful anguish of inhuman truth,
I feel myself alive more than the sea
halfway between midnight and dawn of time,
awake with silver shimmer of star waves.

If I leap over brook of crystal skulls
while running from death on black horse of fate,
I feel cascade of timeless water spray
swirls of strange immortal energy
prismed radiant with souls of fallen gods
who weep to hear me sing about cruel death.

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Orpheus plays saxophone on the rugged mountain where thousands of blind fallen gods gather to complain to Mother Nature about lack of human faith.

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Zephyrean Voice Of Truth
© Surazeus
2026 03 29

Terrible ache of the brain breaking down
into fragments of misread memories
sprouts into palm tree of the final thought
where fire-feathered bird of psychotic truth
sings the most beautiful song of all time
that drives me mad with wisdom of true love.

While I stumble blind through random events
that contrive false narrative of my life,
my fractured brain invents meaning for why
I suffer through each scene for which God laughs
with mocking amusement at how wings shine
from fire-fangled feathers of ecstasy.

Far beyond end of the quivering mind
I spiral into beauty of regret
dismissed as obstacles on road of growth
when I transform from singing tree of death
to wingless angel limping without care
on signless road that leads me anywhere.

Struck by bare facts of existence, that seal
secrets of desire in mouths of the dead,
I insist the mental world in my head
is just as real as thick atomic forms
that pulse with naked energy of light,
till my brain dissipates it all to dust.

Stomping hard on the solid ground of being,
I shout with cold Zephyrean voice of truth
that I can dwell as both body and soul
in real world of atoms flashing starlight
and dream realm of ideas weaving words
with simultaneous energy of love.

Whole universe of atoms, which contains
fragile flame of my body in vast frame,
glows endlessly in swirls of energy,
while multiverse of visions in my brain
replicates inexhaustible variants
that fuel my quest to find the Promised Land.

Vibrant reality of pulsing light,
that seethes in layers of atomic swirls,
undulates elusive phenomenon
beyond my ability to record
conceptual images of its pure essence,
yet I attempt to represent its flash.

My pure imagination cannot augment
vital essence at core of divine being
that pulses with celestial energy,
so these faint shimmers of my verbal spells
may barely reflect vastness of the Real,
yet I sing with Zephyrean voice of truth.

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Orpheus explains to Ophelia the difference between the real world of atoms that exists regardless of our perceptions, and the mental realm of ideas we design with words in our brains.

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Shifting Sands Of Change
© Surazeus
2026 03 29

Though I walk upon shifting sands of change
that swirl across states of America,
transforming processes we play to live
with honest gestures of productive hope,
I will not slip in void of nothingness
since I extend my angel wings of hope.

I shall waltz upon shifting sands of change
through ardent passion to balance with verve
opposing forces of democracy
which channels progressive charge to grow strong
with conservative reins of self-control
so I transcend bipartisan conflicts.

So we stroll upon shifting sands of change
through cooperative management of fate
to fund projects with capital intent,
then distribute goods with social respect,
ensuring every person of this land
thrives in harmony of communal work.

Rebalanced upon shifting sands of change,
we gather around ziggurat of truth
that shines at core of our civilized world
where Ishtar portrays Creator of Life
which unifies all religions of Earth
in one collective drama of world faith.

Hearts bound tight upon shifting sands of change,
we commit our faith in power of love,
after suffering bleak incertitude
that fractures trust with disillusionment,
when we communicate perceptive doubts
which conjures renewed vision of world peace.

Attentive upon shifting sands of change,
we surf on wildly undulating swerves
attuned between contrary points of view,
with brave commitment to sustain frail life
which invigorates with viable creed
common moral values that guide our way.

Endurance upon shifting sands of change
provides brave courage of objective course
for us to steer assertive drive that beams
clear vantage point of sentimental fact
with firm unyielding passion to succeed
in solemn establishment of world faith.

When I dance upon shifting sands of change,
secure with stationary flow of faith,
my heart expands scope of time-conscious sight
through vigorous radiance of selfless love
to anchor aberrant motions with strict law
that weaves energy in our structured Self.

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Orpheus measures patterns in shifting sands of change to prophesy how we will build new world society on ruins of nation-states destroyed by world war over oil.

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Global Theory Of Radiance
© Surazeus
2026 03 29

Alive with mental dance of solitude,
I follow crystal wires that lace the air
back to exaggerated waste of Hell
to hear sweet vibrant birds of everywhere
proclaim rebirth of everyone in Spring
who gives each other stories of despair.

Since my feelings wither and bloom all year
against background of moral rectitude,
I breathe expansive quality of hope
that swirls from thoughts of frantic pulchritude
confined by loneliness of distant shouts
which dapples blue sky of my fortitude.

Blue shadows sweep across front lawn of fate
with inwardness of my strange character
defined by incidents my soul performs
essential to my state as Lucifer
because I fade from Heaven after all,
disowned by my grandfather Jupiter.

Stark fear subsides with glimmer of warm breeze
when ravens in oak trees recall my name
through sharp intensity of sudden truth
which I anticipate with every game
without atonement through regret for faith
that lifts me upward to avoid false fame.

Adrift through eternity of each hour
that nests my spirit with brave nothingness,
I float on vacant vastness of our world
in vehement valley of pleasantness
with quiet absolution from my heart
startled by drone of planes in emptiness.

Patient observation of social cues
reveals weird circumstantial evidence
based on principal figures of state laws
contrived by particular providence
which permeates family lawns all over town
who share communal feast of precedence.

Sea tides that ebb and flow reveal my heart
composed of stars that gleam in human eyes,
based on global theory of radiance
through vicissitude of conceptual spies
who flee across mud flats of social rules
to lost Willow House where they eat fruit pies.

Obscure on rainbow loop of energy,
that spirals outward from globe of our dreams,
I thread my soul in matrix of god souls
comprised of psychic riddles in word streams
that bind me with religious tales of good
as nameless actor trapped in puzzle memes.

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Orpheus auditions for role of Lucifer in the new world order that spontaneously appears after the global revolution against fascist dictators disguised as presidents-for-life.

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