Survive The Violent Storm
© Surazeus
2025 04 23

Swollen by spring runoff of lonely hope,
the river nymph calls for me to disrobe
and hold her in my arms with aching love,
so I park my car on low highway grass
and half-skid down in my polished dress shoes
to find the spot where gods gather to glow.

Washing foul grime of nasty politics
off cracked mask of my face with river tears,
I imagine huge boulders in the stream
crashing from distant mountain slope of bones
when ancient demon dinosaurs of fame
fight each other over who rules the world.

Eager to escape collapse of our state,
caused by thieves pillaging government banks,
I gaze at fluffy swirls of star-white clouds
with sigh of faint hope I could spread swan sings
and glide with peaceful indifference to fate
among enormous billows of despair.

Raindrops that splash my face with sudden kiss
through sociological appeal angels build
offer to cleanse horror of civil war
from fractured network of my tangled heart,
fraught with crosscurrents of opposing views
that offer clashing views on how to live.

Elite club of wealthy people, who own
imaginative concept of native land,
clamp legal bonds of liens on clutching hands
to exploit aggressive hope of desire
in social programs that favor their power
which alienates people from providence.

With careless arrogance of the planless sage
I measure vastness of the silent space
between assumptions of the human race
that some are better than others with genes
woven by sweet angels from golden threads
while I splash in cold river of regret.

Bright thunderstorm of credentialed contempt
looms over distant vales of singing skulls
where people race each other in street maze
to find the Holy Grail of world success
when Jupiter blusters with arrogance
to rearrange chess pieces of world power.

Confused by trickery of the zodiac
which recalculates roadway to achieve
conceptual fame in the fantasy game,
I choose to believe this beautiful life
I check for myself from chaos of hope
will survive the violent storm of world change.

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Orpheus and Ophelia dry off after swimming in the river, then drive dark winding road in fog at midnight to find the restaurant at the end of the universe.

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