Ocean Of Celestial Tears
© Surazeus
2025 05 23

When I understand the mind of the world
I will run frantically in rain-dark streets
to leap through fractured windows of the truth
to swim in ocean of celestial tears
which bleed from eyes of children without homes
who gather at the library to read.

I hear deep voices of the prophets call
when they assemble in library hall
to read weird stories of their broken hearts
so I can understand their secret minds
by reading names of roads on half-bent signs
while driving past abandoned factories.

They hide their sorrows inside locked church doors
which writhe with agony of fractured rules
encased in blasting sentences that blind
eyes of false citizens through irony
whose children play inside the schoolyard fence
entranced to lies of strange authority.

With dubious attention of regret
we realize we artists must cultivate
unreasonable enthusiasm for reality
based on banal faith in the proud profound
wrongly attributed to ancient seers
with intention to subvert fools in charge.

Rare opportunity presents itself
for me to shirk responsibility
so I declare with Terminator Voice
I will be back from Heaven with the Sword
assigned to me with right to execute
right of the court to adjudicate laws.

If best minds of my generation write
daunting spells fueled by our demonic blood
to operate machinery of night
with dynamic stars that illuminate
motionless world of time between our hearts
then I vibrate with ecstasy of love.

Shocked by the number of human beings killed
in wars of genocide around the world
that men have waged the past one hundred years,
I wander foggy streets in red lamp glow
and listen for the terror in the wall
that explains economic formulas.

Obscene odes of ambiguous contempt
I paint with blood on congressional halls
record the crimes of visionary clowns
who whisper curses through telepathy
while wandering lost in lonely country towns
where ravens in oaks by my grave call me.

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Orpheus carves the name of every person killed by war, disease, and famine in the past one hundred years of solitude.

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