Radiant Jewel Ghost
© Surazeus
2025 10 25

If I perceive the radiant jewel ghost,
who emanates from writhing words in books,
my heart will sprout electric wings of faith
so I find courage through communal strength
to fight against oppressors in gray suits
who program tricks that exploit honest hands.

Enchanted forest in the city park
lures lonely people stuck in offices
to wander nowhere on the signless road
where they assemble shadows of lost truths
in ever-shifting puzzle that illudes
innocent souls with dreams of paradise.

Regret for losing key to gates of Hell
inspire my journey through the Underworld
where Pluto teaches me to forge gold coins
with blood of dragons dripping from dead trees
so I can purchase loyalty of fools
who are willing to be employed as tools.

Entranced by haunting tune of the bone flute,
that causes me to float in ecstasy,
I wander busy streets on Sabbath night
to hear weird spells that happy witches chant
while hungry men build castle walls from fear
that worms devour our brains before we die.

I always love the radiant jewel ghost
because she understands my secret heart
while writing prophecies on palace walls
that warn the wealthy of apocalypse
before the world stock market crashes again
so millions wander lost from burning homes.

Her spirit lives forever in my heart
though she disappears on dark Samhain night,
so I wear clever disguise to evade
hungry vampires searching for my tense soul
that radiates music from conceptual waves
each time I stand and sing the haunting tune.

I must return to work before red dawn
drenches city towers in menstrual blood
from which spring angel-robots with ten eyes
who teach us how to vote for one we trust
to manage operations each four years
till jet planes transform into graceful swans.

Thus I will claim the fallen jeweled crown,
then wander awkwardly in castle halls
where none but ghosts still whisper my name
because I refuse to play the blame game
that Zeus decreed I will obey or die,
so I hold hands with the woman I love.

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Orpheus paints portrait of the radiant jewel ghost who has long curly hair and star-flashing eyes while she lounges in the hall of mirrors at Versailles.

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