Laughing Thief Of Grace
© Surazeus
2026 09 26

I wonder at life of absurdity
where weak men crippled by arrogant faith
gain power over honest carpenters
by twisting moral numbers of concern
to propagate false vision of their right
contrived by Cloud Ghost to be sacred law.

As honest fugitive from words of pride,
that twist our language into holy prayer,
I grin at keening sun of solitude
to polish secrets of my brittle bones
repaired by shocking miracle of lies
that cannot soothe the sword blade in my heart.

If I can stop the laughing thief of grace
from chopping down the ancient Tree of Life
that blooms in garden of the weeping bride,
I might play role as Emperor of Earth
too well for happy people to obey
commands that we take care of this weird world.

My crippled hand of brave euphoria
may listen to harsh darkness in your heart
to bless our tables with plates of fresh fruit
that scents our doorless home of frantic wings
with pungent memories of eventide
on river shores where unnamed bodies float.

She asks if I remember why she cries,
but laughs at all my answers as cruel lies,
so I reflect on each mistake I make
while eating sorrow of her chocolate cake
that teaches me to grieve all suffering
too many people bear while angels sing.

We treasure secret visions of ourselves
that we preserve in books no one can read
while tending wounds that only devils see
though jewels, dusted with pollen of flowers,
refract conceptual spirit of Star God
through pulsing passion of our sponge-soft brains.

Crippled by impotent hatreds from fear,
which motivates our journey for the Book,
we search for crystal halls where blind gods feast
while they ignore the suffering of humans
who kneel and pray in churches built from bones
for salvation from laughing thief of grace.

Thus when I deconstruct religious creeds
I find they elevate dead mortal king
as powerful god who creates all things,
so I leave maze of money to ascend
misty vales of Mount Takoma to merge
my mortal soul with timeless light of truth.

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Orpheus wanders vales of Mount Takoma while nations fight for power in World War Three till the messiah sleuth appears in maze of doorless homes with new vision of life.

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