My Motherland Of Scythia
© Surazeus
2025 11 22

If happiness sucks life out of our bones
with monumental typhoon of contempt
after we buy it packaged at the store,
perhaps we could return to river vale
where we tend chickens and cows on the farm
to avoid causing lush Nature more harm.

Ten million years from now on spinning Earth
new species of conscious organic souls
that evolve from fertile womb of the sea
may carve our bones into musical flutes
and play such sweet heart-aching melodies
that sorrow could translate our memories.

Yet I spend my non-working leisure hours
watching stories about romantic strife
between two people whose aggressive clash
sparks passionate love of trust-forged respect
so they generate children from desire
who in turn join our world romantic choir.

Though I found my soul mate in this strange life
on the other side of our spinning world
so we raise two children combining our genes,
they are whole separate souls outside my mind
who will journey new roads on their own quests
after they bury my books in wood chests.

If sorrow forges courage in our bones
with Herculean honesty of faith
after we sell it on the drama stage,
perhaps we could oppose harsh tyranny
to free our bodies and souls from fake debt
to prove we are not some weak marionette.

Ten million years ago on spinning Earth
we swung with joyful energy of hope
through endless canopy of fruitful trees
in Garden of Eden around the globe
before we formed aggressive nation states
ruled from safe Heavens locked with pearly gates.

Now I spend my dream-crafting labor hours
composing stories about faceless souls
who program mental malfunction with grace
to transcend fear from nothingness of death
and follow Orpheus strumming his lyre
who leads us all home to our humble shire.

Though I wandered years far across the land,
performing songs from sea to shining sea
in quest to become my Essential Me,
I lounge at home in Appalachian hills
because my motherland of Scythia
beams from my heart to form Zarathia.

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Orpheus teaches classes on the history and literature of Scythia at the University of Zarathia, then hangs out in coffee shops where students play guitar and read poetry.

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