Strong Help The Weak
© Surazeus
2025 10 16

Not fast enough to catch the falling star,
I wander among pointed leaves of long vines
and contemplate how grapes represents souls
who spring from one continuous bloodline
to embody immortal soul of genes
that sprouts from sacred heart of the Earth.

Down in lush valley of the sparkling lake
ghosts of my ancestors explore strange woods
with star-bright eyes encased in diamond spheres
which analyze force of conceptual fears
to map from memory of endless landscapes
virtual world that programs how my brain knows.

Stitching in flexible matrix of truth
ten thousand fragments of moments in time,
I weave one vision of our universe
combining countless tales of human lives
in whole unbroken epic we perform
each day we wake to create till we die.

Sustained assertion through incessant song
propels our progress against tyranny
to formalize institutions through law
which empower heroes working for good
to manage chaos of opposing wills
in social program that supports free will.

Relentless beauty of spectral sunlight,
that flickers on waves of rivers and lakes,
beams straight into core of my pulsing heart
grand vision of human endeavor, bound
with awe-inspiring purpose to share love,
where the strong help the weak to survive well.

When trees breathe wisdom of secure respect
through tangled roots wound deep inside my heart,
I dance in meadow thick with birds and bees
to escape illusion of dominance
on brave conceptual wings of urgency
till I accept limits of my psychic being.

Along the endless road to anywhere
we walk with rhythm of electric rain
to celebrate sweet suddenness of light
that fills our bodies with pain-forged delight
because we feel stretched curving of our world
extend beyond horizon of despair.

If light reveals weird shadow of my soul
cast slant-wise far across cathedral hall,
I choose to stand in field of eager trees
to sing ten thousand songs of mortal minds
that brush my tear-streaked cheek with mourning breeze
of soft discordant silence in my heart.

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Orpheus teaches children in school that the highest virtue of a moral society is where the strong help the weak.

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