Born As Adventist
© Surazeus
2026 05 27

Awake in endless desert forged from bones,
designed by swirls of agony and joy
in storm of sensation that blooms as trees
from urgency of faith in what is real,
I feel my body transform from weird words
that mold mirror mask over my flesh face.

Struck by epiphany of curling roots
that provide general guidelines in dream code
for submission of desire to world peace,
my mind expands from adventurous seed
to borrow wings of Icarus with pride
so I can fly above my memory maze.

Beneath wild sea of calm anxiety,
where angels invent mental telephones
from writhing tendrils of demonic clowns,
my family swims in swirls of holy hymns
through false argument of glib poverty,
constrained by social rules of hungry hope.

Lush meadow on credible sunlit moors
lures my enchanted heart to settle down
in vain attempt at prayer with humble trees
to buy salvation from the fractured stone
who still repeats forged riddle of despair
at taste of honey oozing from my tongue.

Born as Adventist in small prairie house,
composed of pine logs from dark Raven Wood,
I stare at glowing clouds of fearful faith
to watch for Phoebus Christ on beating wings
who may descend from palace in the sky
to cast all evil tyrants in hot hell.

Witness to turbulent eddies of change,
which surge from energetic hearts of souls
ambitious to assert bold right to dwell
by azure pond where honest demons lurk
with divine grace in morbid field of thoughts,
I lounge on porch of my cabin and laugh.

Not deep enough to shield my wounded heart,
too eager to escape dutiful play,
our secret pond conceals my naked mind
from privileged arrogance of stolen wealth
so I build houses on the roadless plain
for wanderers to dwell in tense accord.

Death carries me across the codeless plain
and lays my fragile soul on dire lake shore
where brave blue heron shields my humble hearth
with tender wings of innocent respect,
so I compose in secret book of lies
my fake memoir with blood of gods as ink.

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Orpheus teaches me how to play lyre of Mercury and chant hymns of wisdom that teach lost souls how to invent some kind of meaning for their life to create rather than destroy.

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