Bridge Of Broken Minds
© Surazeus
2026 09 27

I feel in my heart strange desire to sing
but lie mute under shadow of the wing
that presses me to center of the globe
so I transform to nothing but blind lobe
that pulses with compassion for the lost
whose fate reveals what greedy hope has cost.

While dream-biking on bridge of broken minds
I stop to call the demon whose heart binds
billions of human souls in web of pain
though we assemble to laugh in cold rain
that drenches waste land in our angel tears
which cannot cleanse our bodies of harsh fears.

That moment when you wake up from blind dread
and see ghost of my name outside your head
remember all the moments of our love
we spent together in the starlit cave
because the hot pulse of those memories
will vanish bright as rain in thirsty seas.

Look closely at wavering ghost of my soul
and you will see the fragment of the whole
as contradiction twisting what you feel,
then you will know that I am always real
while fears that haunt your wounded heart are fake
as weird illusion your fraught desires make.

Though wind blows weeds beside the country road
I ride my bike past pond where moon-eyed toad
reveals in wordless vision of my heart
weird beauty of false faith in starless chart
that glows as constellation of god stars
which shimmers at the passing of glass cars.

Your words of faith I hear on phone of trust
dispel demonic anger of the ghost
that follows me on endless road of fate
so love for life blossoms from rotten hate
as lotus bloom that weaves my tangled soul
in psychic matrix of the cosmic whole.

My bloody feet leave prints on signless road
where I run from exploding bombs of God
dropped by his angels from swift silver jets
that transform into thirsty vampire bats,
so I hold emptiness in mangled hands
while I wander homeless on kingless lands.

Ghost of my childhood flees from flashing bombs
to hide from devils in abandoned tombs
while planes of tyrants scream across the sky
in howl of vain victory that drowns the cry
of orphaned children who attempt to pray,
then build new world order on the True Way.

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Orpheus considers why he sees ghosts of children killed in wars as hallucination that manifests his helplessness at protecting them from hate and greed of the tyrant.

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