Insight Of Weird Gratitude
© Surazeus
2026 05 24

Excessive thoughts of bonus ardency
expose conceptual pride of World God Mind
that flashes vaguely true in radio songs
with urgent insight of weird gratitude
sent out in instant grams of doctored faith
as scenes of beauty that inspire my heart.

Because my body is less dead that stone
and limbs of motion fly away alone,
I prize computer screens of flashing words
as stars that channel divine Mind of God
through startled neurons of my Dreamless Brain,
so I build House of Wisdom from cracked bone.

Strange music leads me through assertive rain
down endless streets of sorrow slick with rain,
from gloom of faith to glowing hall of fear
where demons paint on holy walls of bone
reverent icons to the Mother and Child
who grows to rule vast nations with brave law.

What apparition on angelic wings
descends from vast blue heaven of regret
with arms outstretched to welcome every soul
reborn as wingless angels who contend
in global wars of Hadean prophecy
to prove their father is true god of Earth.

No frame of steel-glass towers could contain
magnificent ghost of modest disdain
with godless beauty of cerulean skies
where demons and angels as men disguised
sell each other medallions of false fame,
inspired by passion of the tongueless flame.

Born upward by rush of violent wind
that swells from secret cavern of our hearts,
we claim authority of perfect light
speaks through our mortal bodies of frail flesh
with holy spirit of celestial truth
that motivates our souls to seek real truth.

One delicate twisted flame from God Mind
expands bright fireworks in Hall of My Mind
so I feel bright immortal Soul of God
wake in my brain brief hour of ecstasy
since atoms of my soul flare forth from eye
of light at center of the universe.

When orange nasturtium of my aching heart
blooms bright from ancient rotten corpse of god,
I feel the special spirit of my soul
wake my brief hour of all eternity,
so I dance with grace on landscape of the world
and sing about weird beauty till I die.

surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/05/…

Orpheus joins followers of Phoebus Christ in hall of broken idols who sing when the holy spirit of truth inspires them to spread the wisdom of Ishtar to the world.

#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism