Voice Of Faceless God
© Surazeus
2026 03 11

Voice of faceless god reverberates
through weak eyes of mortals who testify
to inner beauty of dream-beaming brains
that bind psychotic scales of timeless hope
with absolution of fantastic guilt
which leaves us floating in oblivion.

My heart curves into silence of the Earth,
imploding boldly with brilliant words
unbound by principles of blithe respect
through unconditional rules based on fear
defined by sea waves swirling on hot sand
on which I tumble with tedious faith.

Constrained by monotonous disbelief
in ceremonious rites of mental growth,
I manufacture miracles from lust
for mind-expansion of absurdist wind
which entertains my sense of dignity
through recreation of humility.

My voice dares mountains to explain why pain
contrives our wishful bleariness of thirst
by trudging vainly toward garden of gods
while I pray with serendipitous rage
for brave interludes in false paradise,
demanding haste of madness to debate.

If I succumb to sudden shift of fate
with untainted love for merciless skies,
my heart may swell against locked doors of truth
to reach absolute void of heartless love
because my body decays with each day
I dream magnificence of fruitful trees.

Disturbed by alien anguish I deny,
I prepare to leap shade of wretched chime
with yearning passion of never-read books
by craving darkness of death-anxious fruit
where wordless thoughts whisper in humming trees
so I catch rain with shadow of my hands.

Insignificant doll of rotten flesh,
birthed by wet sorrow of maternal moon,
I break conceptions of unperformed wrongs
that could destroy illusions of strange joy
cherished by nameless strangers who contrive
to fool the laughing ghost of broken stones.

No fervid wish of seamless fortitude
could crack my dreadful trust in shameless death
despite investment of my hungry heart
in grand delusions of unwanted fame
that cripple my assertive vanity
with shocking wisdom of genetic gain.

surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/03/…

Orpheus sits in his private office in the bank built of white marble like a Greek temple and ponders the strangeness of being real.

#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism