Always Fight For Freedom
© Surazeus
2025 04 07

Touched by unimaginable touch of time
that monitors mutation of my soul,
I climb corruptive scale of anxious care
to meddle with avarice of my mind
expressing hidden passions of my heart
through outward forms that no one understands.

Woke in sublime tower of everyday,
I program tranquil anguish of my heart
to adore beauteous evening we all share
where no mighty Being outside human brains
broods over oceans and mountains of truth
except my own solemn thought about light.

Though no immortal Being exists to know
immense structure of our cosmic white whole,
this world of changes is no less divine
than concept of perfection our minds share
because we program how we view the world
with linguistic system of ideal forms.

Thus humble at inner shrine of my heart,
symbolized by pillared temple of faith,
I worship mindless spirit of the Earth
that gleams with beauty of is changing forms
composed of flawed objects my words describe
in visions which expand my consciousness.

The periwinkle trailing wreaths of hope
inspires my soul with breath of honest love
to sing in harmony with silent notes
that trees of many kinds in shady groves
sing into thousand blended notes of truth
to enchant my heart with knowledge of death.

Creatures motivated by simple needs
express thrill of pleasure in being alive
through quick aggressive motions of their souls
which fuel graceful dance their lithe bodies feel
since all organic spirits of this globe
exist as vibrant flash of chemicals.

Sharp gushing song of rivers in dim woods
explains patient hope of my sovereign cry
to note with evidence of subtle proof
right to exist that every creature feels,
asserting justice against cruel assault
in heart-pounding fight to evade contempt.

Bitter-sweet it is with uplifted eyes
to survey course of human history
as constant travelers on long road of life
to know with lamentation of respect
that men oppress men with thought-control games
so we always fight for freedom to love.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury while William Wordsworth sings with tremulous voice in the shadowed woods of human history.

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