Flood Of Divine Truth
© Surazeus
2025 03 01

Sleepless in cluttered room of memories,
I lose interest in conundrums of faith
devised by weak abusive control-freaks
to keep me dependent on their false creeds,
so I throw their books up into the air
where they turn into crows with bloody beaks.

Unlocking paragraphs of bitter words
that flutter on limbs of arrogant trees,
I turn the corner to the crowded street
where blind people wear masks of movie stars
to scatter apple seeds on cracked sidewalks
while bobbing their heads to the engine beat.

When I speak works that I am told to say
to entertain bored people of the world,
I leave my self-mask broken on the stage
so when people throw tomatoes at me
I take them home to eat with omelets,
then hide my sorrows on the bleeding page.

Through diagnosis of the pristine curse
I analyze omen carved on the door
by trembling hand of the shy oracle
who hurries away with hammer of flame
through loud disquiet of ineptitude
to sail Loch Ness in hide-bound coracle.

That face I see in cracked mirror of time
smiles back and calls me on the telephone,
so I wear mask of Jesus Jupiter
to play his character in world dreamtime
erased by winners who write history books
which prove I must be son of Lucifer.

Born sixty years ago in Oregon,
I journey with guitar on signless road
without my mask from sea to shining sea
because we humans, hungry to be loved,
are actively dying as we transcend
nothing except pretense that we are free.

When I find your sorrows on the wet ground
as fragments of verse on the tattered sheet,
I record the sad dreams you threw away
with wry obsession of the desert saint
who thinks neglecting our bodily needs
will transform their bodies the way gods pray.

Exhaustible resource of empathy
limits expression of my broken heart
based on prerequisite puzzle of fate
because love multiplies when freely expressed
and flows from infinite well of faith
till we drown in the flood of divine truth.

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Orpheus wears mask of Jesus Jupiter to the masked ball at the inauguration of President Lucifer.

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