How To Thrive With Love
How To Thrive With Love
© Surazeus
2026 08 20
Thoughts tumble over rough cliff of my mind
to form mirror mask of shimmering calm
that veils turmoil of feelings in my heart
so you see placid face you want to see
concealing soul that swirls with clarity
while I plot how to advance my career.
No Christ nor Arthur star in my life play
as grand exemplars for how to behave,
so I accept Odyssean flaws with grace
that drive my soul against Neptunian pride
on zealous quest to find my secret home
that strands me on your grim Plutonian shore.
You are my bright-eyed siren on sharp rocks
whose heart-enchanting song of mute desire
reveals how I lost what I most adore
while urging me to soldier on with hope
around obstacles of indifferent fate
since you are beacon of my journey home.
Frail ship of my enduring heart maintains
integral structure of my fractured mind,
so I stay balanced as I surf wild waves
of constant change in fortunate progress,
star-guided toward weird paradise I built
as haven for your soul till I return.
Bombs dropped from planes that laughing angels fly
may deconstruct framework of our world view
based on security of our hearth home,
but kingdom of our faith consists of code
programmed to bind our hearts with marriage vows
as shield against invaders of our land.
Hearts bound by loyalty of trusting love,
we stand secure in knowledge of our faith
that gives us strength of honest arrogance
to endure relentless attacks of dream thieves
so we preserve pale of our nation-state
till haughty angels fall from flaming clouds.
You are Calypso and Penelope
combined in one courageous soul of hope,
so I commission me with solemn oath
to guard your life against oppressive greed
of men who view your life as profit tool,
for you are person I respect with love.
Long after angry soldiers with cruel guns,
sent by exploiters hiding in tall towers,
retreat from field of battle we endure,
we rebuild haven of our humble hearth,
then grow again through our creative hands
by teaching children how to thrive with love.
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Orpheus runs into open arms of Ophelia who welcomes him home again after his journey to fill wagon with logs to build new home for their son Orion and his mew bride Brigitte.
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