Ocean Waves Of Thought
Ocean Waves Of Thought
© Surazeus
2026 10 02
I want to talk to you about the rain
is if broad wings of angels could erase
conceptual bitterness of twisted pain
that we accept as normal for the face
that shields our souls against psychotic fame,
tricked by the king of clowns to play his game.
With ache of longing to taste juicy fruit
while stuck in deep lake of demonic tears,
I reach my hand to grasp the bitter loot
that blinds my eyes to arrogate false fears
while haughty Tantalus laughs at my plight
because my agony is rendered trite.
Startled awake from dream of writhing snakes,
Selene sees her daughter Herse leap
at flash of lightning that shatters soul lakes
with sudden laughter that all life is cheap,
so Hermes swoops down to embrace the girl
whose honest hex hurls him in ocean swirl.
Old pastor gripping Bible to his chest
demands I tell important anecdotes
which relate need for boys to go on quest
exploring secret to construct sea boats
on which we sail to conquer paradise
with certain shock that we must pay the price.
I want to hold sweet Thetis in my arms
because our son is destined to perform
great deeds of valor on skull-cluttered farms
where Hera makes love with the God of Storm,
but she prefers the humble man who knows
how to tame horses when the full moon glows.
Enraged that I can never obtain wealth,
I smash old idol of Hermes in grief
which scatters gold coins with obnoxious stealth,
so I buy friendships that prove to be brief
which leads me to knock at steel gates of Hell
that shake at shocking mockery of the bell.
Knee deep in sloshing waves of solitude,
I wade into cold ocean waves of thought
to swim with mermaids whose sweet songs are rude
because they insult the divine robot
who tries to conquer nations of the Earth
without understanding what faith is worth.
With calm compassion for the wounded soul,
I roll Rock of Salvation up the hill
to build enormous palace without goal
through firm intention to ignore the bill,
till I find fractured skull of Sisyphus
that vibrates with contempt of bitterness.
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