Bougainvillea Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2026 03 11

Lost in harsh waste land of the modern world,
I find bougainvillea of my heart
thriving through resilience of suffering
with cool menace of eye-enchanting flowers
concealing unnoticed thorns of despair
with treacherous allure of sirenic beauty.

Enduring legacy of my grandmothers,
within bougainvillea of my heart,
thrives with fragile compassion of respect
connecting my body with my ancestors
as scarlet flowers shroud crumbling tombstones
with persistent beauty in ruined homes.

Flourishing in vast cement maze of myths,
vital bougainvillea of my heart
conquers the world with scarlet privilege
through nostalgia for lost time of ripe oranges
that drip with blood of angels on my lips
when I consume resources of the Earth.

Flower-crowned mask of my delicate nymph,
who tends bougainvillea of my heart
with nurturing hands of innocent faith,
reflects divine face of wise Mother Earth,
reborn each generation from her womb
through brave extension of life after death.

Vibrant beauty of resilient strength,
that blooms bougainvillea of my heart,
veils shattered ruins of democracy
where skeletons dance with bears in red rain
with the grateful dead of our burning land
as immigrants displaced by endless wars.

Kneeling in hilly jungle of Brazil
to sketch bougainvillea of my heart,
Jeanne Baret studies its delicate leaves
that hide treacherous thorns of bitterness,
amazed at how it flourishes in ash
as deep pink gash of death-defying beauty.

Both beautiful and dreadful, fragile blossoms
that mask bougainvillea of my heart,
sprout from roots that curl deep into hard soil,
gripping rocks of mountains with angel hands
which suppresses depression with fierce joy
of urgent passion to live beyond death.

Tangled in excessive tendrils of faith,
wired from bougainvillea of my heart,
I struggle against bounds of time and space
to expand scope of curious consciousness
broad enough to enclose every lost soul
who attends show in garden of blind ghosts.

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Orpheus attempts to rip huge tangled vines of bougainvillea from walls of the Garden of Eden, but their thorny tendrils trap him in anguish of paradise.

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