Lightning Flash Of Faith
Lightning Flash Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 06 25
Exclusive laughter of our bitter truth,
not honest enough for fire-induced waves,
envelops our bodies with barbed-wire words,
trapped in paperback novels pulped by pride,
which beam invincible beauty of hope
when we prevail against silence of fear.
To make friends with enemy of despair,
while managing estate of broken hearts,
I give each angel fallen from the sky
new human name that masks their vibrant soul
with transparent sorrow of falling leaves
that shroud our graves with pages of old books.
Based on filthy discord of tortured words,
tangled in sponge brains of arrogant gods,
my story services elusive good
with mountain shadows of unechoed voice
that cries destruction of the lonely world
where we give our friends what we treasure most.
Each day we wake at flash of bleeding light,
that drips from screaming star of ecstasy,
we walk with smiles of fractured fantasy
at sudden closeness of sweet-honeyed hills
where chickadees explain secret of birth
when dragon souls are born from broken rocks.
When rain of happiness, purchased from pain,
drenches moon-silver sand of the shocked beach,
we vacate bright-lit cafes and dry homes
to dance with ghosts of pessimistic wind
so we can access secret dreams of love
responsible for lightning flash of faith.
Intense expression of miserable joy
expands my consciousness of what is real
with shifting framework of our old world view
so we account for events that occur
in swift succession of soul-twisting games
till all my fantasies are stripped away.
With every song I scribble in beach sand
I chronicle weird changes of the world
so I can analyze through formulas
of psychic gods each political force
that seems to manipulate minds of men
who fight each other for the Promised Land.
Compassion for the common state of being,
we share in brutal fight to rule the world,
adjusts aggressive force of thought-control
when I break free from net of social rules
to soar on beating wings of Icarus
above vast maze of cities where you sing.
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Orpheus leads thousands of dead souls through maze of city streets to find the person they each love most so they can haunt with sorrow of faith.
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