Harsh Times Of War
© Surazeus
2025 07 11

Alert to how car engines imitate
angelic song of waterfalls in moonlight,
I race through shadows of the lonely woods
to find glass temple of the laughing god
so I can save the person I love most
from losing their face to the tides of time.

The charming ring of bells at opened door
startles my heart with anguish of new hope
when bombs destroy the quaint world we create
since people fight to play the roles of fate
yet leave their happy children to grow fierce
in beautiful ruins of fallen empires.

Bitter lessons learned in harsh times of war,
long hidden in bleak hollow of the door,
leak bloody tears of sorrow at the hour
when the lame angel who fell from the sky
returns to seek vengeance against the queen
who killed anyone who opposed her rule.

Yet all I want on summer afternoons
is peaceful hours of timeless lassitude,
relaxed in soft embrace of your respect
while we read books of heroes fighting wars
in lands too far away to be this real
when helicopters flit across the sky.

Our shuttered library of mourning ghosts
reluctantly conceals our naked souls
when we are dazzled by electric faith
that swells our hearts with greatness of true love
till we all dissipate to mindless dust
that forms foundation of the city maze.

Elastic shadow of my solar soul
stretches fiscal strategies of faith
with trickery of the temporal poltergeist
who ransacks my brain for lost memories
to build new empire of glass hospitals
that heal the sick with music of the spheres.

Regret for tangled roots of energy
disburses wealth in splashing rain of faith
when Jingyi walks along the wooden bridge
with everything she knows in her white purse
to kneel before Kwan Yin in temple dome
who gives her peach of salutary grace.

Though we vacation on the pristine beach
far from centers of global politics,
strolling leisurely lost as we hold hands,
gangs of angry boys with machine guns run
through maze of streets to shoot the holy ghost
where Mary cradles her crucified son.

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Orpheus and Ophelia stroll along the beach in Florida while the rest of the world gets tangled in geopolitical conflicts over nationalist ideologies of religious faith.

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