Mask Of Ironic Jesus
© Surazeus
2025 03 17

While wrestling windy shadows of my mind
that buzz electric moonlight through my body,
I sing ethereal sorrow of the sea
in heart-wrenching melodies of despair
to highlight beauty of this eerie world
that shimmers from each object I observe.

Down distant winding Road of Anywhere
I run toward stark horizon of desire
to find beyond bleak nothingness of death
some perfect meaning framed by creed of faith,
but float on wings of Icarus I steal
to wrestle windy shadows of my mind.

Emerging from cracked dragon egg of fear
quicker than huge cockroach along my table,
with Phoenix wings too tangled in phone lines,
demonic Grendel crouches in my heart,
wearing golden mask of ironic Jesus
to offer salvation from propaganda.

So I shout random concepts in weird spells
to divert acid attention of Death
from hidden treasures of my pulsing soul
which unravel curses of legal discourse
congealing into propaganda code
designed to hypnotize with truthful lies.

Beneath the plum tree in Garden of Eden,
where John Keats transcribed sweet enchanting song
of the lonely nightingale with pure verse,
I attend unruly ghoul of my heart
to compose divine hymn that transcends truth,
which expands, rather than converts, the mind.

With each eccentric verse of sentient spark,
I sing with mercurial voice of the wind,
my mind swells glow of consciousness beyond
bounds of acceptable theology
to enclose zillions of worlds teeming life
in unified matrix of the White Whole.

Transforming from fish of mindless desire
to observant human measuring objects
so I can analyze chemical process
of atoms that construct and destruct forms,
I evolve from hairless ape to wise god
who dreams entire bloom of the universe.

With tight-wrought verses of conceptual truth,
that wind coiled energy of psychic hope
to power time-machine of mental flight,
I record my quest to design world view
that helps me navigate hostility
in poems that map my brain ontology.

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Orpheus takes off his mask of ironic Jesus to see the demonic Grendel crouched in his heart with a smirk of knowingness.

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