Tombstones Of Weird Fame
© Surazeus
2025 07 13

I have too many reasons not to waste
long rainy evening of the albatross
attempting to locate the island ghost
who steals my questions in the country song
with anguished cry of angels in the woods
who sell no happiness to mortal souls.

Returning to the country of my heart
where I kneel in stark ruins of the church,
I hide sweet sorrow of the falling rain
with bitter laughter of my ugly pain
because we travel on the road of dreams
to smile forever almost reaching home.

Tonight I serve rendition of false thoughts
to pilot plane of grace beyond my death
with eager passion of oblivious faith
to modify fierce action of my heart
with honest arrogance of Gabriel
when I refuse to mute my messages.

Electric rivers of conceptual words
flow through taut veins of hungry potencies
enough to open doors of wrinkled fear
contrived by gleam of fractured surfaces
easy enough for children to regret
erasing names from tombstones of weird fame.

No angels dare to speak to me of truth
once ribald horn of pulsing light escapes
fleet glances lovers trade for time of faith
since ribbons of respect unravel ruth
more miserable than dreamers without eyes
who seek to understand the art of love.

With sacred passion of the fractured mind
I burn discarded fragments of my life
through ardent ecstasy of avid hope
for flawed regression of unspoken grief
contained in fragile features of the leaf
which traps my spirit flight in supple bone.

Mysterious wing of transient prudency
bears me to cave of sun-reflected trees
where kind Medusa offers me sweet wine
that stirs my long-numb heart with earnest faith
that I may yet survive the balanced day
through resurrection of the shadow mind.

The rain that always falls from dreamless eyes
refracts attentive prophecy of fate
that blooms from hungry hollow of the well
though wind may lift my body from the Earth
and waft my spirit to the Promised Land
where you will find me waiting by the door.

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Orpheus plays romantic tunes on the lyre while Gabriel asks Medusa to marry him after their romantic dinner at the restaurant by the river of tears.

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