Futile Television Shows
© Surazeus
2026 05 26

Earth eats beauty and ugliness alike,
and grave of time abundant hope consumes,
since happiness and sorrow dissipate
together in vast sweep of mindless wind,
thus I maintain calm rituals of delight
to treasure ornaments till endless night.

Though pleasure increase beauty in new forms
from fertile fields of wisdom spurred by hope,
time crushes beauty into twisted lust
for aching urgency to transcend death,
yet I accept decay of vital flesh
that scatters atoms of my self in wind.

This self I build from memories of hope,
composed of actions I perform from need,
will crack in fragments of dismembered days
lit by sunlight of long-lost afternoons
in cities far from where I dwell today,
preserved in futile television shows.

I look in mirror of reflective thoughts
to study how mask of my face has changed
through sixty years of urgent ardency
to play grand role of potent fortitude
my mind believes Fate commissioned for me
to stamp my sign on documents of truth.

My golden prime decays to brazen mask
that hangs on walls of clean suburban homes
preserving moment of bright agency
that fades in voiceless rooms of timeless dream
contrived to flash beyond posterity
as traffic signal red with flame of truth.

Should rich bequest of Nature flush my heart
with noble legacy of solemn hymns
that hail true beauty pulsing in brave hearts
of voiceless people struggling to survive,
then light my soul casts to part veil of gloom
may guide staunch wanderers on road of truth.

Thus I attend my golden pilgrimage
to climb steep hill of heavenly respect
through strength of duty to enhance world view
that frames chaos of Nature with strict rules
designed to guide our quest on righteous way
where our deeds create rather than destroy.

Sweet music I sing to forge strong concord
in lithe communal network of brave souls
embraces every wanderer with hope
that honest nurture of talents to skills
disarms cruel exploitation of blind greed
so our faulty Heaven secures all life.

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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings love songs to seduce Ophelia with wisdom of raising children of our souls before we decay and die.

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