Games Of Word Power
© Surazeus
2026 02 22

I played my part in the national tale
though no one noticed my performance art,
so who will be surprised when it falls apart
because I finally caught the great white whale
and saved America from tyranny
by redirecting global symphony.

When I transform into tall tree of light
and float as mist above tree-shrouded hills
so my soul shimmers clear in mountain rills,
I channel soul of Star God through dream flight
by singing in harmony with the stream
where we unite and work as loyal team.

Sunlight gleams on lake of demonic force
while I write name of every famous mind
who played on stage of hope that fate designed
in quest to seek psychological source
from which springs energy of social change
that drives some to express whole mental range.

Untwisting threads of fortune tangled tight,
from which no human spirit can escape,
I wear leather Dracula boots and cape
while recording tales of the human plight
dramatized as gods on the global stage,
who play characters on the unread page.

Though Fame never cast her eyes on my face,
illuminating both weakness and strength
that calculate with fractured scenes coiled length
expanding my conscious sense of dream space,
I celebrate success of role I played
with solemn eloquence that needs no grade.

Kwan Yin provides conceptual scope of health,
preserved in luscious peach of timeless spark
as bright atomic ray from divine quark,
which fuels ascension of my soul through stealth
from ever-changing sphere of molecules
to wake as mortal god from chemicals.

Intense with sudden insight of mute rain,
I gaze out window of my roadless home
at wagon trains that pass the crumbling dome
to colonize farms on the river plain
far from political games of state power
so children can find truth in the star flower.

Frustrated by fake role of loyal fool
both church and state demanded I should play,
I rewrite brain program script to portray
creative architect who wields word tool
to conjure virtual model of the Earth
designed with progressive code of soul birth.

Though you will never know the role I played
as minor function in global machine,
you may see ghosts glow on the silver screen
that perform tale of Savior and Mermaid
till we all go home when the play is done
since Death cares not about who lost or won.

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Orpheus keeps tally on who won each contest in which they compete for everlasting fame of achievement at the Olympic Games.

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