Blue Bird Of Bitterness
Blue Bird Of Bitterness
© Surazeus
2026 05 05
Plodding along in vast maze of my life
with passionate boredom of contrived faith,
I sing with the blue bird of bitterness
whose melodies calculate happiness
which raises our ancestors from dark graves
so we can live the good life we deserve.
I hear mad prophets on the radio
excoriate the humble king of faith
who sings with the blue bird of bitterness
about search for truth in the wilderness
that we undertake on quest of the fool
to redesign the long-accepted rule.
With caustic interference of regret
the church lady tries to sell Book of Faith,
yet sings with the blue bird of bitterness
despite her brave mission of kindliness
that mocks her straight-laced dignity of pride
which fractures when she learns her preacher lied.
Now heavy as Saturn in my old age,
I leap with spirit of youth in my heart
to sing with the blue bird of bitterness
about eternity of nothingness
that we will experience after we die,
so before then I want to learn to fly.
While meditating in warm summer eve,
I wonder at pure whiteness of the lily
guarded by the blue bird of bitterness
according to dream code of cleverness
by which I program ritual of my life
to exercise self-control during strife.
Though I am absent from you this fine spring
and with your shadow play in carefree joy,
my heart feels the blue bird of bitterness
lead me across Bridge of Forgetfulness
to find the glorious white horse of your heart
frolicking freely round my apple cart.
I may cavort with shadow of your soul
for vermilion pleasure of our kiss,
recorded by blue bird of bitterness
in valley-haunting song of gracefulness,
but I am devoted with ardent faith
in helping you develop adroit skills.
Though I was born in maze of Babylon
in body of clay dazzled by starshine,
developed by blue bird of bitterness
from quiet wisdom of sweet loneliness,
I will rebuild Garden of Avalon
in machine-mangled woods of Oregon.
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Orpheus finds the blue bird of bitterness, he had captured years before, dead in the gold cage, so he weeps for her beautiful song of faith he will hear no more.
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