Global Game Of Fame
© Surazeus
2026 01 04

Reptilian core of my aggressive brain
wants to compete in global game of fame
on mission to play God of psychic power,
but I prefer to meditate in peace
by breathing calmly under the fig tree,
ignoring frantic energy of hope.

When haughty spirit of Marsyas howls
with passionate desire of bitter pride
to challenge Apollo in game of song,
I turn away from stage of global fame
and journey in the waste land of desire
to expel that demon from my base heart.

When Apollo binds Marsyas to the tree
to remove mask of his face from his soul
and hang it in Temple of the Erased,
I suppress my desire for global fame
because divine power of prophecy rules
punishment for mortal fools who seek fame.

No Jesus writhing on the cross of fame,
nor Odin hanging over well of runes,
I seek calm bird-song solitude of groves,
with Shelley on the Arno River shore
or with Keats in garden of the plum tree,
to compose chronicle of human dreams.

Instead of suffering agony for fame,
chosen by Zeus to sing his prophecies
that satirize pride of arrogant kings
and eulogize humility of heroes,
I want to live in peaceful harmony
with my wife and kids while mapping the world.

With feathers of angels from paradise,
as quills I dip in demonic blood ink,
I write serpentine spells of riddle verse
with electric runes in blessing and curse
to chronicle quest of the mortal mind
that seeks enlightenment as the God Soul.

My songs are spells on fragile autumn leaves,
which translate weird song of the nightingale,
then blow away in swirls of the west wind
to scatter seeds of long-forgotten dreams
as dust that sparkles on soft desert dunes
where the prophet speaks with the snake of death.

When I hear voices of the human race
pulse passionately behind their placid face,
I transcribe riddles of their frantic hopes
to idolize human minds in myth tropes
when we all sing in global choir of souls
who dissipate in waves on ancient shoals.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury while Apollo sings on stage in Museum of Mad Muses where people feast and watch the evening show.

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