Our Children Grow Strong
© Surazeus
2026 08 06

We sit beyond broad range of all deceit
in teeming garden of our alibis,
still undisturbed by grim visage of Time
who waits with scythe and glass of changing fate
to calculate with arcane laws of hope
how we shall dissipate in swirls of rain.

No great God watches us with star-bright eyes
who may have tortured our credulity
with heart-entrancing harps of holiness,
so we attend to lives of butterflies
while seeking to evade astonishment
of mindless laws all tyrants must obey.

When faceless phantom of our secret thoughts
still lingers in quaint garden of our hearts,
we measure cumulative silences
to bridge abysmal faith in solitude
that must empower minds of wanderers
with passion for weird logic of true love.

We share our futile thoughts on pulchritude
with bold unwillingness to learn how time
unravels secret dreams of happiness
none dare express with beating heart of hope
till fraught ingenuousness of humble faith
requires that we reveal our wounded hearts.

We gather all our fears in paradigms
that frame conceptual modes of hopeless trust
so we are not deceived by clever truths
contrived by strangers we have never met
to break conventions of old social rules
in desperate gambit to no more be tools.

Based on insight of tense experiences,
when we are trapped in weird dramatic scenes,
directed by enforcers of blind will,
we join force of our hearts with clever tricks
to slip free from trap of their cageless stage
by breaking through gold gates of paradise.

Since we are stranger than powers of laws,
enhanced by brave ancestral ways of life,
we grow through each harsh crisis of despair
more into who we will ourselves to be,
encouraged by the God of Evertime
whose eyes are lamps that guide our eager way.

We grow beyond pert friendship of our trust
through daily actions of psychic routine
so we expand scope of our conscious mind
as one soul woven from two separate brains
to maintain haven of our family life
where our children grow strong as we decay.

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Orpheus wears mask of Saturnus as he dances wildly in carnival of mind-bending fantasy to prove his daughter is new queen of the wounded world.

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