Raven Quill Of Faith
© Surazeus
2026 11 09

Amazed at beauty of this messy world,
I write my dreams with raven quill of faith
so they sprout wings and fly in glowing clouds
which leaves me wandering in the Brooding Wood
where children of my body never born
leap around me and mock me till I laugh.

Annoyed at suffering people must endure,
I code weird spells with raven quill of faith
to reprogram how our brains perceive the world
of complex forms, composed of molecules,
through scientific framework that predicts
effects resulting from proactive cause.

Inspired by pleasure we experience,
I weave new myths with raven quill of faith
to name the humble people of our world,
who perform daily rituals with calm hope,
as heroes whose deeds support global state
which nurtures every person with brave love.

Confused by cruel lie of the afterlife,
I design creed with raven quill of faith
that describes with accurate formulas
essential nature of atomic change
transforming bodies of quick chemicals
through vibrant radiance of our conscious minds.

Entranced by mercurial music of fear,
I compose tunes with raven quill of faith
that spark Prime Ghost at heart of spinning Earth
with potent passion of firm self-control
which channels flash of electricity
through spiral coil of genes inside my brain.

Enriched by wisdom children sing in play,
I draft star hall with raven quill of faith
from architectural concept of the brain
enwoven in clusters of galaxies
that aggregate zillions of globes with life
as God Soul glowing in organic brains.

Alarmed by laughter of gods in glass banks,
I sketch Star Queen with raven quill of faith
whose soul embodies spirit of respect,
bright shining with compassion of her heart,
when we vote for her to rule as seer of trust
global institution of thought control.

Amused by haughty pride of greedy fools,
I craft great law with raven quill of faith
that guarantees equal justice for all
so we live as we will, if we harm none,
since we design our fate with every choice
that we express through psychic verse of love.

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Orpheus preaches at podium in the cathedral converted into an Astarium where people of Zarathia worship Ishtar on the Sabbath of every Saturday at dawn.

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Triumph Of Calm Emptiness
© Surazeus
2026 11 09

I float awake on river of the dawn
with savage avarice of holy faith
urging me to emulate lust of light
that ravishes my soul with eerie tunes
of water rippling with splendor of love
that swells compassion from my aching heart.

How often my astonished heart awakes
from shocking tenderness of flashing waves
when I emerge from absolute despair
to watch bright laurel leaves of innocence
mimic dominance of butterfly wings
that lift me far above this heavy shore.

Shocked by serene exaltation of wind
that whispers ancient knowledge in tree leaves,
I seek arcane meaning of pulsing fruit
that helps me remember names of the dead
whose faces shimmer on the morning moon
at bleak dominion of enchanted snow.

Asserting triumph of calm emptiness,
embraced by beauty of the absolute,
my heart ascends on wings of victory
at voiceless sorrow of brave endurance
since I abide in loneness of the all
that wraps my nothingness in shapeless whole.

Taut string of math-empowered particles,
defined by strict relationship of thought
to sensuous enchantment of bright rain,
vibrates with solid waves of ardency
through sacrament of misunderstood spells
that bears us on river of divine love.

With intimate attention to sound waves
on which our souls of desire undulate,
we abandon hope to intricate flow
that deconstructs rhymed meter of regret
so we identify with ache of love
that marks each phase of passion we transcend.

Enchanted by strange spell of melody
that reassembles fragments of our dreams
from phantasmagoria of intense love
through spiritual integrity we share,
our bodies pulse with corresponding truths
that bloom inside vast hollow of the heart.

We move with majestic uncertainty
through sensual curtains of absurdity
to spark ambition of brave energy
so we transcend all mountains of desire
when we attain perfection of respect
to row boat of faith past oblivion.

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Orpheus plays violin with intense respect for triumph of calm emptiness while Delmore Schwartz rows his boat across the River Styx in search of paradise.

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Veiled By Beautiful Lies
© Surazeus
2026 11 09

We follow strict routes of our daily lives
with our wild minds veiled by beautiful lies,
Tristan declares with flame-hot meteor voice,
so we create our fate with every choice
when we exercise force of our free will
that always leads me to apple tree hill.

Two men with guns follow his fading trail
with earnest intention to never fail
when they set out to capture faceless ghost
who relives drama of Paradise Lost
by limping wounded on the dusty plain
after leaping from the fast-moving train.

Gray shadow of his first featureless face
gleams on television screen without trace
since he becomes the new romantic horse
who trains forty years to master the Force,
then goes on mission to defeat the clown
who steals gold version of the thorny crown.

Turning the large glass television off,
Tristan decides to ignore mocking scoff
expressed by painted warrior on the wall,
then floats outside at the wild raven call
that shatters silence of the Texas heat
radiating from fence-wired fields of wheat.

Walking routes of his summer afternoon,
Tristan passes red-brick church of the moon
where thieves in suits calculate cash they scam
from faithful believers in the I Am
who hides in glow-clouds with nothing to say
to wounded people who desperately pray.

Building starship shaped like plastic pen cap,
Tristan soars swiftly to escape the trap
set by the power-obsessed god Voltar,
while riding in the red Volkswagen car
to swim with elves in the dam-informed lake
where he suddenly becomes more awake.

Observing quotidian nature of hope,
through which we find simple methods to cope,
Tristan draws weird image of the next phase
our bodies may evolve to map the maze
where he evades cruel demons in foul mood
to live safely free in the Brooding Wood.

Resurrected with soul of Lazarus,
Tristan flies far on wings of Icarus
so he can play grand role of Lucifer
while wearing crystal mask of Jupiter
when he journeys from ruins of Babylon
to build world empire from lush Oregon.

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Orpheus meets Isolde in front of the empty church in the small Texas town who asks him if he has seen Tristan, so they search together in the Twilight Zone.

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Anthology Of Dream Code
© Surazeus
2026 11 08

Whatever I inherit from the dead
transforms into books no one wants to read,
so I decide to walk the neighborhood
which always puts me in a better mood
to edit anthology of dream code
dictated to me by the moon-eyed toad.

Entranced by beauty of the river stone,
that glimmers as heart of the princess clone,
I scrub my wounded heart till it seems clean
as polished steel gears of the time machine,
but all my efforts seem to be in vain
when pages of my books dissolve in rain.

Transcendent zero woven from dream math
reformulates fortune spilled by sweet wrath
from secret agony of mindless faith
designed by mirror wisdom of the wraith
who still decides that I resemble both
thief and giver, tricked to accept my oath.

Defunded program of the psychic lab
provides training for soul-painters who dab
enough paint to depict our spinning globe,
ruled by star woman in long scarlet robe
who conquers Heaven with the howling mob,
then appoints me as provincial nawab.

When I transfer bright spirit of the star
to possess computer of the quick car,
my mother gets stuck in the kitchen door,
so I find Cailleach on the misty moor
who teaches me how to manage my fear
when I enter Salem on the White Deer.

After I explore Earth in crystal boat
to trade magic ring for the prancing goat,
I compose formula to calculate
progressive way to design my own fate
through each decision, whether wrong or right,
that I make to enhance my divine light.

Cleansing my soul in the waterfall
that binds my body through electric ball,
I encode secret of life in weird spell
that conjures serpent runes from the brain well
so I climb sunbaked peak of the skull hill
where I insist on process of free will.

Just as I think I understand the mind,
that functions to reveal truth to the blind,
I find myself unfound in Wonderland
with Melusine who wears our wedding band
which proves her right to rule our crowded land
that flourishes from gesture of the hand.

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Orpheus edits Anthology of Dream Code, composed by thousands of programmers of the Zarathian Renaissance, then reads them on the highway overpass.

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Always Voyage To Cythera
© Surazeus
2026 11 08

I wish I could find solace in how waves
extract sharp thorn of sorrow from my heart
yet leaves me bleeding on beach of despair
so I wonder what words mean anymore
as I spiral in vast abyss of stars
what whisper thoughts of time-expanding hope.

Grass consumes frail bodies of dead ghosts
whose hands engrave their names on temple walls
where vultures feast on the sacrificed god
since Destiny is shaper of the Will
through choices we express in devious words
that trap us tangled in our fantasies.

Complex creed of our socialized beliefs
are bright illusions of our blinded eyes
that guide our steps along the rocky shores
of furious islands in fabulous seas
where shipwrecked refugees build world empire
on tale of the girl who steals fruit from snakes.

Stuck as demon in the windowless realm
of my imagination without walls,
I wear gold mask of the sacrificed god
to play his role in pageant of our state
till snow-capped volcano explodes in flames
that unravel secrets of dreamless brains.

Thus I always voyage to Cythera
where Sirens dance in sudden flash of rain
so I can shelter in the temple hall
since glass typewriter of Orpheus waits
for me to chronicle current events
through complex account of our search for truth.

Across infinitude of stable air
I dare explore realm of false parables
with stubborn honesty woven from pain
till I know myself as frail human being
whose heart reflects in mirror of my eyes
concept of God people project at me.

White blood on tearless stones of honesty
reveals source of torrential attitude
that fuels my journey to the Promised Land
where I rebuild grand temple of the god
whose name is lost from books of history
except as shadow on the grass at dawn.

Groomed mightier than death from ecstasy,
my heart is canonized by myth of love
when I become the heavenless undone
by grim assertion death requires I prove,
so I float nameless in slow surging tide
till wings of Icarus grow from my heart.

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Orpheus searches island of Cythera for bones of the greatest poet who ever lived in history of the Earth though she spent her entire live singing as she tended garden of herbs.

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Dizzy Absolute Of Why
© Surazeus
2026 11 08

In empty houses where nothing takes place,
people wanting to play heroes in tales,
carved on mountain cliffs with demonic claws,
move back and forth in tandem with the clock
that unwinds nuclear laughter of dead hearts
who wait by roller-coaster of regret.

In torn images from news magazines
her finger traces shadows of dead gods
disguised as angels wearing masks of glass
who stare with contempt at the camera
that fails to capture essence of the soul
at bitter moment of forgotten lust.

Exhausted on the church roof of false faith,
he transforms into thriving swan of lust
who chases chaste maid on the interstate
till she opposes brute austerity
and frees her body from his fractured eyes
long into midnight of no tolling bells.

No gods on swirling clouds of bold intent
call down to fragile humans sick with hope,
yet they assemble in the stone-walled church
to pray with fervent faith to glowing clouds
from which no savior on angelic wings
beams from his crystal starship of concern.

Ignoring grief that poisons her soft heart
with fragments of surviving memories
as frantic action that obscures with words
pure face of light that God wears everywhere
as soundless scream from buzzing limbs of trees,
she stands in dizzy absolute of why.

Unsettled horror of calm innocence
provides new motivation from his heart
to spin on wild arms at cliff edge of fate
to prove he is survivor of strange love
gone bravely beyond walls of paradise
because he runs forever on the plain.

Accepting that he is the traveler
who knows all highways back to Neverland,
he hides his soul on tattered map of fate
to ask the stranger in each passing town
if they remember mockery of the clown
who now pretends to rule the world with love.

Through motions of her body in cold air
that vibrates canorous tune of despair,
she walks with Phoenix grace of wordless hope
to find the empty house of mountain light
where ghosts of children call her secret name
till she embraces Death with gentle kiss.

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Orpheus finds the man and the woman, who long for each other, wandering lost in the woods, so he leads them to each other with song of the mindless river who seems to know.

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Sunlight Of Forever Now
© Surazeus
2026 11 08

I walk in sunlight of forever now,
heart filled with ravens of excessive joy
which helps me feel vibrations of desire
from pulsing brains of humans seeking love
with fierce ambition to regenerate
fragile bodies of flesh before we die.

I sing in sunlight of forever now
with heart-piercing tune of mercurial voice
that startles people awake from their trance
induced by ideological hypnosis
so they can see this real world as is,
and not distorted through religious lens.

I dance in sunlight of forever now
with Dionysian passion of the heart
to break free from constraints of social rules
that trap our bodies in duties of state
so we can flow with energy of love
we channel through weird spells of faith we chant.

I trace in sunlight of forever now
with Apollonian logic of the mind
to bind excessive chaos of regret
with wealth-producing rituals of design
so we create strict urban zone of good
fueled by fierce passion of the suffering heart.

I watch in sunlight of forever now
progress of whole material forms that grow
from seed of rich potential to transform
through intense training of assertive faith
from frightened children to brave warriors,
seasoned by experience fighting for freedom.

I swim in sunlight of forever now
from resurrection of the apple tree
that teaches me hard art of how to die
by living with brave passion of respect
through endless labyrinth of faceless gods
who sprout from tree that grows from book of tales.

I stretch in sunlight of forever now
to fan new wings I bought from Icarus
because I want to fly above world maze
and map life-path of every living soul
so I can understand what people want
who seek to incarnate before they die.

I play in sunlight of forever now
another game of chess against grim Death
who laughs at all my clueless vain attempts
to save the suffering soul from guilt of Hell
since we construct vast empires to our glory
only to vanish in the Nothingness.

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Orpheus teaches people, burned out from working too much, fine art of becoming real in the sunlight of forever now through joyful song of love for every living soul.

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Then The Prophet Comes
© Surazeus
2026 11 08

Unlicensed by power of the Glow Cloud
to prophesy rise of the Hidden Dragon,
Phoebus declares himself Messiah Sleuth
with insight in the nature of the mind
to organize all people of the land
in new empire of productive success.

Yet people gathered in the city square
cry out with anguish of the hungry soul
for assurance from voice of the Glow Cloud
that the lives they live have not been in vain,
for all we build will crumble into dust
and our souls dissipate in voiceless wind.

Standing alone on the pyramid plat,
too high above the people of the land
to clearly hear the visions of their hopes,
mad Midas screams in rage at little folk
that they should worship him as Golden God,
till they drag him down from his lofty perch.

Lead by Minerva with Longinus Spear,
brave people of the land with hungry hearts
throw mad King Midas on the heap of trash
where he writhes in anguish of his bitter pride,
consumed by flames of greed in hot Sheol
that erases his tyranny from Earth.

The Spirit of the Good Leader, who loves
ambition of the individual soul,
and nurtures innate talents into skills,
migrates from body to body of men
chosen by wise Craftsman of the Blue Sky
to embody leadership of the state.

The Spirit of the Bad Leader, who hates
self-reliance of the individual soul,
and exploits strength of labor to gain wealth,
migrates from body to body of men
chosen by cruel Mimic of the Gold Cave
to embody selfishness of the fool.

Though individual prophets and tyrants,
who appear in endless tides of events
that undulate through history of mankind,
vanish in the progress of life and death,
new prophets and tyrants will always rise
to replay fight of Christ and Anti-Christ.

When the cruel tyrant claws his way up
to reign with hate on Pyramid of Power,
the people tremble in fear from his rage
till spark of hope erupts from oppressed hearts
and fires rebellion against tyranny,
then the prophet comes to build democracy.

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Orpheus sings hymn to the new Messiah Sleuth who approaches through swirling smoke after the fall of the tyrant Midas from his throne of fake gold.

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Mango Trees Of Jigawa
© Surazeus
2026 11 07

To store dreams in magazine of her brain
Anyanwu glides along the river shore,
heart swelling with joy at the jaunty chirp
of black-winged Ibadan malimbe birds
that causes her to become one with light
though men in helicopters shoot at ghosts.

Watching soccer game on the flashing screen
when girls of her nation win the world cup,
Anyanwu cheers and dances with delight
at courage of the human soul to fight
for victory against decay of death
by kicking ball of sorrow at the sky.

I am Eyes of God in this mortal realm,
Anyanwu sings while strumming long Garaya,
who dreams this world alive so She may know
complex emotions of the pulsing brain
that powers passion of the mortal heart
to savor pleasure of romance and fruit.

Taking shelter from sudden thunder storm
beneath canopy of Iroko trees,
Anyanwu breathes sweet scent of rain in mud
that radiates from broad fields of tangled vines,
then gasps surprised to see the crocodile
transform into tall man with slender arms.

Astonished at grace of his lithe advance
when he offers mango of his bruised heart,
Anyanwu accepts gift of humble hope,
so she decides to walk the signless road
with him through steamy marsh of the God Toad
whose song excites her heart with love for life.

Returning to work at the hospital,
dressed in white uniform of the staff nurse,
Anyanwu tends patients wounded by war
when men fight men over whose god is real,
then wears ivory masked gilded with gold
while she plays violin on bomb-blasted tank.

Glowing warm with cosmic light of the sun,
that distributes life to organic bodies,
Anyanwu dances on the river stone
free among mango trees of Jigawa
which capture solar rays in golden fruit
that nurture minds of mortals with pure love.

Suckling new-born son of her fertile heart,
whose eyes gleam black with unlight of the moon,
Anyanwu sees reflected in his soul
all her ancestors born again in flesh,
so she sings tale of the trickster god Gizo
who appears as spider with star-god eyes.

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Orpheus accepts mango from Anyanwu whose eyes gleam with immortal light of the sun incarnate in mortal body of the girl who dances by the river.

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Lost In Nowhere Land
© Surazeus
2026 11 07

Lost in nowhere land of excessive faith,
Godwulf mops classroom floors of the high school
at midnight when vampires and ghosts haunt hearts
of teenagers seeking to understand
intense desire to regenerate bodies
from tangled memories of divine genes.

Lost in nowhere land of expensive hope,
Godwulf wanders past crowded biker bars
to buy sub sandwich with tuna and cheese,
then sits on park bench by deserted church
with stones that flash from garish neon signs
while he thinks about how wagons are made.

Lost in nowhere land of progressive trust,
Godwulf hears loud angry voice of some man
insulting his wife with contemptuous snark,
but when he beats her on the head with rage
something swells from passion of his heart
so he knocks her abuser to the ground.

Lost in nowhere land of abundant courage,
Godwulf fights the man abusing his wife
till police arrive with guns in their hands
so he tells them he is the caped crusader
protecting women from abusive men,
but young policeman shoots him in the back.

Lost in nowhere land of artistic vibe,
Godwulf lies on his back on wet cement
and stares through branches of the maple tree
to contemplate architecture of stars
that weave life on planets from threads of light
in organic creatures with throbbing brains.

Lost in nowhere land of corporate clowns,
Godwulf leaves hospital after three months
recovering from the bullet in his back,
but finds that he is no longer employed,
so he applies to work as the janitor
at the bank that forecloses mortgages.

Lost in nowhere land of explicit love,
Godwulf sits all day on the polished bench
before city hall with eagle on top
of its dome which spreads golden wings of pride,
and panhandles for money to buy food,
then sleeps behind the library at night.

Lost in nowhere land of mercurial fame,
Godwulf goes to the Pegasus Cafe
every Wednesday night to read poetry
with fragments of ancestral memories
about the fractured paradigm of life,
then wanders mute along the river shore
till he transforms into turtle of truth.

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Orpheus finds corpse of Godwulf where he froze to death on Christmas night behind the city library, so he manufactures harps and flutes from his bones.

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Born In Hyrcanian Hills
© Surazeus
2026 11 07

With supple laughter of the diamond hawk
Arcadius opens golden doors of fate
to gaze upon vast city of his hope
that teems with people who see him as god
who walks in human form on fragile Earth,
but weeps behind the golden mask he wears.

For that is how I imagine he feels,
Petrus explains to the wolf by his side
as they stroll mountain meadow to acquire
diamonds from dark mine of the Underworld
where thousands of people enslaved with chains
extract stars from heart of darkness with rage.

If we keep time-leaping long centuries
between established points in the timeline,
Arcadius complains to the faceless clown,
I might miss how great empires are designed
on strict hierarchical structure of power
based on mortal man who plays role of god.

Driving his pickup truck back to the farm,
with sacks of feed for horses in the field,
Petrus sings along with the country song
about how love is burning ring of fire
that fuels our passion to transcend dark hour
with Dionysian dance in pouring rain.

Aiming rifle at the tall man in black
who robs state banks that foreclose on our farms
and leaves hardworking farmers destitute,
Arcadius questions purpose of the law
designed to help the rich exploit the poor
against the principles that Jesus taught.

Concerned about high price of gasoline
that fuels his tractor for harvesting grain,
Petrus decides to run as governor
against son of the banker in gray suit
who buys foreclosed farmland at auction cheap,
but gets drunk while fishing after he loses.

Stopping his car on highway by the lake,
Arcadius sees some man fall from his boat,
so he swims to the middle of the dark lake
and drags Petrus back to the pebbled beach
where he tries to transform into the wolf
whose spirit was born in Hyrcanian Hills.

Though I had been crowned the first emperor
to rule eastern Rome from Byzantium,
Arcadius smiles for broadcast cameras,
today I am honored with all my heart
that the great people of Zarathia
have chosen me to reign as President.

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Orpheus sails to Byzantium where he meets Emperor Arcadius and Pope Petrus who establish new empire to rule the world in the Spirit of Jesus Christus grandson of Jove.

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Garden Mother Horta
© Surazeus
2026 11 07

While repairing wood walls of their fane home,
replacing rotten porch pillar with pine
he chopped and hauled down from the mountain slope,
Satres stands on tiled roof in leather apron
and sees his wife and daughter hauling bags
of fruit and herbs they gathered by lake shore.

Heart aching as he watches with concern
how Lartha, gentle wife with silver eyes,
and Thania, clever daughter with gold curls,
struggle to drag bags of food over field
of bushes and stones to stock cellar shelves,
Satres pictures wagon with rolling wheels.

Carving multiple blocks of wood in curves
with adze he hones sharp on smooth river stones,
Satres assembles four wheels from oak felloes,
fitting them with dowels into strong rings,
adjusts them with axles of sturdy pine,
then presents wagon to his surprised wife.

Hauling wagon down to shore of the lake
where fruit trees, herbs, and vegetables grow wild,
Satres holds up shovel he bought from Velthur
who forged it from metal in the hill cave,
then when Lartha shows him small fruit trees
or vegetables she wants, he digs them up.

Planting trees and vegetables in clay pots,
that he carefully extracts from thick soil,
Satres hauls wagon back to their fane home
where Thania hoes rows of furrows from field,
then Lartha shows him where to place each pot
as he digs holes deep enough for long roots.

Hauling pots of water filled from the lake,
Satres rests on bench under shady elm
while Thania waters trees and vegetables
which Lartha tends by pulling hungry weeds
and trimming branches so more fruit will bloom,
as cool breeze rustles leaves with pleasant hum.

When several planks of the wagon get cracked
from heavy clay pots of water or dirt,
Satres replaces them with new-carved planks,
then sits at table outside their fane home
where they eat galettes baked with meat or fruit,
and drink apple cider in evening glow.

Strumming taut strings on lyre of Mercury
with fingers callused by carpenter work,
Satres sings hymn to Garden Mother Horta
who taught him how to gather plants from fields
and plant them in garden enclosed by walls,
while Lartha and Thania dance on moonlight.

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Orpheus brings broken lyre to farm by the lake where Satres repairs his musical instrument in his workshop as they chat about the art of versification.

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Empty Of Clock Sorrow
© Surazeus
2026 10 06

Empty of clock sorrow that could obscure
clang of church bells in the merry hollow,
Silvanus prances through ten thousand doors
to crack his heart on stages smeared with blood,
then wanders home to lounge beneath the willow
and ask the starling for romantic cure.

Having struck the richest gold vein of truth
in sunless mine of human memories,
Silvanus weaves from tangled nerves of fear
ten thousand tapestries of world events
presenting humble people as great heroes
who mimic messiahs on talking burros.

Eager to learn how to play grand piano
with brave Bavarian fury of the storm,
that Ludwig performs when he wrestles angels,
Silvanus leaps with outspread arms of joy
in flower meadow of the honey bee
to play President in Land of the Free.

Exiled from Heaven for stealing our hearts
with scathing mockery of the haughty king,
Silvanus hosts midnight feast for the elves
when he strums lyre of Mercury and sings
about mysterious people with star eyes
who secretly dwell in covenant burrows.

Struck by weird inspiration of glass gods
whose brains refract confused divinity,
Silvanus falls in love with the Lost Princess
who rises from toilet cleaner to queen
and rules with fierce justice of innocence
over wanderers in ten thousand boroughs.

If given the chance to go back in time,
teleported three thousand years before,
Silvanus would choose to dwell in the Alps
where spirit of his father Silvus wakes
beside star-eyed lake in high mountain vale
when he builds fane for his bride to dwell safe.

Mind cluttered with fragments of memories,
lived by his ancestors ten million years,
Silvanus slowly twirls while breathing wind
to practice martial arts through meditation
till he gains power of the stealthy wolf
who builds army from refugees of war.

When ten thousand starlings swoop from Glow Cloud
with message scrolls from angels in glass towers,
Silvanus reads in swirl of their wild flight
new age of freedom and justice for all
rising from hearts of people who desire
all nations of Earth unite in one faith.

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Orpheus visits Silvanus and his bride Flora in their fane by Lake Garda where he plays violin while she sings heart-aching melody of passionate faith.

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Inspired By Flame Of Awen
© Surazeus
2026 11 06

With my bones of glass forged by flower light,
and serpentine tongue of weird prophecies,
Taliesin whispers to cracked tortoise shell,
I should remain invisible from Fame
whose blessing is the curse of vampire lust
that drains bright Awen from my aching heart.

Though clutching harp of whale bone to his breast
with wordless passion of the sky-fierce crow,
Taliesin stands on cliff of mocking wind
and sings in harmony with ocean waves
so strings from hearts of dragons ring clear thoughts
that spark our craving to understand why.

Mouth open round as cave of flashing wind
expressed by Zephyrus in curls of verse,
Taliesin channels craving of the heart
in spell that formulates obsessive want
which drives all conscious beings of chemicals
with brave propellant of our mutual love.

Composed of quick atomic chemicals
that program progress of productive rites,
Taliesin bonds integral drive of hope
through vision of our bodies as star gods
consuming fruit and meat of voiceless souls
to fuel expansion of our fragile minds.

Like Adam aches to eat apple of Eve,
and Phoebus chases Daphne in fruit grove,
and Romeo clutches Juliet to his chest,
and Orpheus turns with frantic respect
to bring Eurydice back to warm life,
Taliesin searches our dreams for Modron.

Heart pulsing with slow swirl of galaxies
when his fingers strum taut strings of our hearts,
Taliesin sings while bearing harp of bone,
time molds our temporary spirit flames
from mindless slime of surging ocean waves
to wingless angels emanating light.

With skulls of Orpheus, Hamlet, and Jesus
singing prophecies on museum shelf,
Taliesin translates song of ocean waves
to story of curious humanity
constructing global empire of glass towers
from Flame of Awen in the human heart.

Inspired by Flame of Awen in his heart,
that flares forth from first flash of the big bang,
Taliesin sits on Stone of Prophecy
on Mount Takoma by Star Mirror Lake
and writes our dreams in serpent runes of faith
which beams new visions in our hungry hearts.

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Orpheus and Taliesin visit Pope Leo in the Vatican where he shows them scrolls of prophecies composed by the mad wizard of Oregon with blood of angels.

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Bodies Of Our Vibrant Souls
© Surazeus
2026 11 05

I feel sacred glow of her fertile heart,
that radiates passion for beauty of life,
encased in subtle innocence of truth
that nurtures bodies of our vibrant souls
when we explore landscape of our desire
with honest attention of mutual trust.

She imitates electric flight of birds,
disguised as flowered angel of despair
with owl-eyed wisdom from exploding seeds
while dancing on sun-stippled field of fate,
perfumed with freakish sorrow of desire
when she bites into apricot of trust.

Heart dilating gold-rimmed Black Hole of love
at flap of angel wings before dawn flash
electrocutes my soul with earnest angst,
she clutches me with wrecking cry of trust
that twists our bodies into prefect swirl
of startled gasping at explosive kiss.

We dream our bodies lithe as serpent joy
in shadowed hall of undone paradise
with taut assertion of magnetic trust
that splatters spirits of our bonded hearts
on undulating canvas of our hearts,
transforming us from mortals to clay gods.

Unmindful of Medusa in her heart,
she reaches tender hand of anguished hope
to pierce hard shield of sorrow I erect
which mirrors beauty of her timeless face
that unstones my too-long paralyzed soul
so we pulse pale with living fruit of love.

If we meander too long in hot glare
of eyeless sun, that seems to always know
dark secrets we unspokenly conceal,
she splashes me with fountain tears of love
to prove our souls are destined to compose
new bodies for immortal soul of genes.

Disguised as Harlequin with thirteen wings,
clipped from both demons and angels alike,
I glide with proud elegance of the swan
in ploy of honor when I must perform
role of Odysseus for Penelope
since airplanes fly above our garden pool.

She is the May Queen with grace of the swan,
awake with sparks of passion from my eyes,
since we perform in tragic play of love
that still engenders children of our hope
so we accept our bodies will decay
as they become their most authentic selves.

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Orpheus dances with May Swensen in Garden of Eden where skulls of Adam and Eve on the hearth tease them while they flirt and make love among flowers and butterflies.

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Psychic Flash Of Memories
© Surazeus
2026 11 05

Blinded by psychic flash of memories,
I utter arcane knowledge of god-stars
with insane voice of eager honesty
that throws me into tangled vines of fear
where, troubled by temptation of contempt,
I dangle upside down from cross of fate.

Fueled by psychic flash of memories,
I race through endless maze of rancid wealth
to catch elusive butterfly of love
that leads me lost in meadow of cracked skulls
which sing strange prophecies in secret code
about the fall of greed-stoked tyrannies.

Confused by psychic flash of memories,
I wear new gilded mask of Jupiter
and prance with haughty glow of angel pride
to prove my divine right to rule the world,
forever on the run from nothingness
till Death finds me on throne of arrogance.

Triggered by psychic flash of memories,
I conceal my natural identity
beneath so many layers of false myths
that I lose track of my primary self,
entangled in titles and names of fame
when glamor traps me in my fantasy.

Annoyed by psychic flash of memories,
I feel my soul stretched taut with probity
so my brain oscillates between extremes
around opposing poles of moral creeds
till my soul is bound by veracity
that blinds my eyes to essence of my Aion.

Prompted by psychic flash of memories,
I design new temple of global faith
based on true vision of creative force
expressed by Ishtar on the ziggurat
from which she rules world religions of faith
with story of mankind as curious angels.

Flustered by psychic flash of memories,
I climb Mount Helicon to Cave of Dreams
where skull of Orpheus with mirror eyes
sings timeless spells of social synergy
that heals wounds of my heart with sacred goal
to secure United Nations of Earth.

Inspired by psychic flash of memories,
I rubricate scroll of my epic poem
about search of humanity for truth
that leads our brave steps of curious faith
ever deeper in labyrinth of dead gods
who preserve our ancestors as word ghosts.

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Orpheus organizes scrolls in Library of Zarathia which chronicle the lives and deeds of every philosopher, alchemist, and scientist whose ideas program how we perceive the world.

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Code Of Eternal Truth
© Surazeus
2026 11 05

Brain tangled with code of eternal truth,
I laugh at how time disconnects my heart
from people of my small community
when I move to vast city maze of hope
to find my role in drama of world games
as one who draws map of the wandering trees.

Fate misdirects attention of our hearts
from dreams we build of cloudy palaces
to trap our bodies in mundane routines
gathering energy from soil of the Earth
to nurture psychic flash of memories
by which we map our quest for fruit of faith.

Nerves frazzled by code of eternal truth,
I leap into sky of infinite thought
as if I bear broad wings of Icarus
so I can fly above maze of our world,
but I fall back to solid sense of facts,
and breathe for energy to venture forth.

Fortune tricks my eyes with glamorous dream
that I could ascend high steps of success
along honorable course of offices
to achieve programs of productive wealth,
but I get knocked down by aggressive strife
when rivals frame me with guilt of their crimes.

Mind programmed with code of eternal truth,
I measure features of material shapes
to draw clear blueprints of their ideal forms,
then state in formulas of numbered law
cause and effect of consequential force
so I can analyze essence of life.

Chance leads astray ambition of my faith
when I realize Jesus was mortal man
whose deeds embody noble character
of leader who nurtures talents as skills
in people who accept him as their savior
when he incorporates them in haven life.

Heart inspired by code of eternal truth,
I stop to chat with every human being
in every city on our spinning globe
so I know their names and dreams of their hearts,
and how we all connect in web of souls
that radiates visions of our fears and hopes.

Luck catches me by surprise when she beams
from Heaven to bestow on my bowed head
laurel crown of acclaim from Tree of Truth,
so now I wear Cloak of Invisibility
to evade Fame with her nuclear-bright eyes
lest ring of wealth become slave-chain of greed.

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Orpheus teaches code of eternal truth in brain-programming class to students eager to design new virtual model of Earth in global world view of one international religion.

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Tall Tree Of Ignorance
© Surazeus
2026 11 04

My feelings are no mountains of the moon,
yet rivers swell from earnest praise of stones
who hide opinions of angelic clown
too hungry for unbaked bread of surprise
because all houses on the country road
burn from strange laughter of sad pyramids.

House of my body stretches wings of hope
so I can fly above vast town of graves
where mothers gripping bayonets of faith
make talismans for children without eyes
who steal jobs in the county government
by getting tattoos of uncertain gods.

Words burst from perfect eggs of solitude
to track quick revolution of our globe
around three suns of happy carnivals
where elves hold weddings always at midnight
for twenty centuries of rocking cradles
despite how often halls of fate collapse.

Though we hold hands with loyalty of fear
to gather plums in rockets of contempt,
we cross old covered bridges every dawn
where leaves of spirits flutter in cold breeze,
so we pause in mid-flurry of shocked truth
to take cute selfie of our twisted souls.

So when blonde girl in yellow dress of pride
gives me old record-player made of glass,
we sit together on broken stone wall,
pretending we still live in paradise
where everyone operates their own store
along the river boulevard of fate.

Still wearing dress her mother sewed from rage,
she plays atonal melodies of faith
on glass piano forged from meteor tears,
awake with thrilling ecstasy of love
that no one else but us can understand
as secret we share in the crowded church.

Soft steps of urgent innocence extend
harsh laughter of the weeping telephone
clutched by last angel of forever now
whom darkness fleshes real from ocean sand
as truth contained in letters never read
by sad old woman in the rocking chair.

My name means wind of elegant respect
exposes joy in foul grave of my heart
at sudden jazz of cars on highway bridge
that glisten gold in anguish of night rain
though we return to paradise we lost
and hide behind tall Tree of Ignorance.

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Orpheus cuts pictures from fashion magazines and arranges them in clever collages of socialized images that expose hypocrisy of pious angels who sing hymns in church.

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Manage Randomness Of Fate
© Surazeus
2026 11 04

My heart remembers nothing of the pain
wound tight by tree roots in my throbbing brain
long after river stones of moral tricks
crack into pageless books of blood-soaked bricks
from which foundation of our holy state
was built to manage randomness of fate.

From crowded neighborhoods of faceless ghosts,
enchanted by blind horse that always boasts
about grandiose wars of wealth it has won,
I compile statistics about the sun
with plan to build from ritual pieties
empire through religious anxieties.

We cheer great victory of the humble man
who campaigns for God with progressive plan
to fund healthcare for every breathing soul
whether or not they perform social role
that contributes to success of the state
for refugees locked outside jeweled gate.

Retention of brave workers without hands,
who sacrifice their health to uphold brands
of corporate pirates trashing companies,
inspires new mission to reforge mental keys
that should unlock new opportunities
for tailless monkeys who still live in trees.

Our bodies wither from unspooling clocks
that call with trumpets to war-monger hawks
who land on wrist of Christ at whistle call
when his voice shakes faith of the castle wall
through resurrection of the never-dead
whose wisdom springs as daughter from my head.

Hephaestus hobbles in cathedral hall
to fool Achilles in the shopping mall
with joke that he has been elected king
who should wield invisibility ring
through power to raise spirits from the dead
who are but memories in my addled head.

I condescend to implicate myself
through screaming statue on library shelf,
yet choose to vindicate with random rule
my use of sorrow as attention tool
for tricking people to see me as god,
but flee when they realize I am a fraud.

Last emperor of my ancient dynasty,
paralyzed through glam of my majesty,
I wander homeless on the signless road
to find secret marsh of the humming toad
who teaches me code of eternal truth
so I can play role of messiah sleuth.

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Orpheus calculates randomness of fate with conceptual tool of unlanguage based on formulas of psychotic fantasy to manage terror of the future that paralyzes people with faith.

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Arthurian Trance Of Faith
© Surazeus
2026 11 04

I have never heard the nightingale sing,
yet I have felt brush of the angel wing
my mind designs as spirit of true love
that beams at me from the warm sun above,
so my heart projects conscious sense of thought
at our Cosmos that mindless atoms wrought.

Whether relaxed in garden of fruit trees,
hair gently caressed by the caring breeze,
or mapping our world on computer screen
with urgent faith from soul of Melusine,
I feel vibrant light of the cosmic glow
radiate through my brain as atomic flow.

My body pulses with matrix of light
that forms our planet spinning in slow flight
two hundred fifty million years one time
around galactic ring in psychic chime,
expanding scope of my one tiny brain
from core of Earth to Laniakea plane.

Though I am temporary node of being
on tiny globe in supercluster ring,
that flashes zillions of planets with life,
where each mortal soul grows wiser through strife,
I feel concept of God wake in my heart
in quest I map on star-observant chart.

Since beauty of the quaint communal scene,
where humans live safe from the thought machine,
is truth we choose with goal of Liberty
to share our globe in world democracy
where every soul may thrive with equal rights,
I channel Mithras to mediate fights.

Our long greed-ravished Earth of fertileness,
that blooms to wreck towers of greediness,
waits mutely in Arthurian trance of faith
for Sylvan historian of our God Wraith
to chronicle our fight for Liberty
that guides our way from dales of Arcady.

My peaceful temple in lush mountain vale,
where I guard secret of the Holy Grail,
may be safe haven from national wars,
but billions of people behind locked doors
struggle to maintain healthy dignity
through personal responsibility.

To nurture individual human worth,
enforced by United Nations of Earth,
I sing in tune with Lyre of Mercury
brave hymn that praises world democracy
where every conscious soul on fruit-tree hill
may thrive in legal framework of free will.

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Orpheus contemplates patterns of thought that compose his Arthurian Trance of Faith when he strums the lyre of Mercury and sings spells of hope for humanity.

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Blue Wave Of Social Synergy
© Surazeus
2026 11 03

With beating heart steeled by courage of faith
that Justice always prevails over greed,
I surf blue wave of social synergy
in noble fight to stand with Liberty
against cruel oligarchs of tyranny
who always lose to brave democracy.

Mercury dances with the cheering crowd
with joy erupting from his fear-taut chest
to breathe again with hope against despair
after long years beneath dark cloud of greed
when brave Minerva casts bright flame of truth
dispelling demon that oppressed our land.

When Serpentus, dragon with sapphire eyes,
emerges from wild ocean waves of change,
she glides on broad wings of attentive hope
over sprawling metropolitan maze
to hunt King Midas, clutching bags of gold,
who flees stumbling in wilderness of greed.

We gather by broad river of deep faith,
cleansed by blue wave of social synergy
that sweeps away cruel gang of fascist thugs
to free brave people of our fertile land
so we all dwell in whole community
that maintains our vital democracy.

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Orpheus celebrates victory of Keisha Bottoms as Governor of Georgia, Gina Hinojosa as Governor of Texas, and Deb Haaland as Governor of New Mexico, and many more.

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Projection Of Conscious Souls
© Surazeus
2026 11 03

While wading knee-deep in cold lake of eyes,
Phoebus explains with earnest nonchalance
that God is projection of conscious souls
who see their spirit mirrored in the world,
so they mistake shimmer of their own soul
for supernatural mind that controls all.

When beam of sunlight breaks through black rain cloud,
Phoebus stands in bright shaft of holy glow
and asks God in crystal starship of fate
to rapture him to Heaven on gold clouds,
but nothing transports him beyond this world,
so he turns to us and grins as we laugh.

Am is the first word mankind ever spoke,
gazing at face of first mother with love,
because she hums hymn of attentive care
while feeding us milk of the spinning world,
so we stand on the lake shore of our dream
and chant Om with vibration of respect.

Rain splatters on leaves of the apple tree
where Am, first mother of humanity,
cradles her child, she names Ba, at her breast,
and teaches him to name each thing they see
in cunning spell with playful melody
while she gathers apples, berries, and eggs.

Ascending small ziggurat ten feet high,
Phoebus faces people camped on the beach,
who feast on roast fish and hot apple cider,
then strums haunting tune on the cow-horn lyre
and sings hymn to Great Mother of the Sea
who protects and feeds all lost wanderers.

Dreams of memories, my ancestors lived
centuries ago by long river of time
before my current soul-body was born,
program how my own brain perceives this world
based on framework of language they designed
that controls how I see things perform actions.

Vision of their successful actions drive
progress of my quest to become myself,
authentic replicant of my ancestors
till I swerve off expected path of duty
to blaze new trail of my own psychic sense
when I realize I am Phoebus reborn.

When Phoebe, daughter of Phoebus, presents
Cronus as man she loves and wants to marry,
I feel spark of eternity expand
from primal cause of passion in my heart
to sing about harsh struggles of mankind
as we strive to become God we respect.

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Orpheus gives me lyre of Mercury that has been played by thousands of poets over ten thousand years so I strum weird melodies and sing about our quest for truth.

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River Of Dream Time
© Surazeus
2026 11 03

Extracting minerals from heart of the Earth
with giant metal claw of hungry greed,
Vulcan devours mountains of synergy
to forge billions of cars from steel and glass
with piston engine Barsanti designed
that powers chariot of Ezekiel.

Amazed by trans-human magnificence,
that emanates from fertile seas of hope,
and exerts lust through bulging mountain peaks,
Diana runs with deer in shadowed woods
to find ghost of Silvanus by the lake
polluted by waste from car factories.

Thrown into frame of Earth with hope for life
by passion of my parents to preserve
immortal soul of genes in my small body,
I walk along the River of Dream Time
while ancestors and descendants observe
through this temporary node of my being.

I breathe wind rustling leaves of apple trees
while strolling past greasy telephone poles
strung with wires that connect thousands of cities
through swift currents of electricity
generated by copper coils of faith
wound around huge magnetic core of iron.

Standing by the river of snow-pure water,
that winds from high mountain to swirling gulf,
I scroll social media sites on my eye-phone
through global network of cellular towers
that connect us all sea to shining sea
where birds haunt marshes near asphalt street mazes.

My heart transforms into the moon-eyed crow
who wakes fierce spirit of Cronus in me,
so I sing heartache of the tree and bird
who dwell on shores of brackish city lakes
littered with trash from factories and stores
where I park my car at the shopping mall.

Since Vulcan built first coal-fired steam engine
that powers factories, trains, ships, and cars
two hundred years of industrial expansion,
mankind has transformed our Garden of Eden
into sprawling cities of Pandemonium
connected in cyberspace through computers.

While wandering vast metropolitan maze,
I hear cry of Silvanus with my heart
whose spirit lingers in the wilderness,
so I hike wild hills around Mount Takoma
where Diana appears with hunting bow
to share with me ancient spell Nature sings.

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Orpheus analyzes relationship of humans with Nature of Earth through conceptual framework of ecopoetics to revive spirit of Silvanus from polluted lake of ghosts.

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Strobilus Mountain Ghost
© Surazeus
2026 11 02

Reborn as the Strobilus Mountain ghost,
I watch over vast world of human souls
with emerald eyes of Mithras in my brain,
commissioned by Anahita to guard
Garothman House of Song in paradise
where lovers dance among lush apple trees.

When I cross Chinvat Bridge of the Requiter,
my path widens in gold-paved road of faith
where I pick apples from the Tree of Knowledge
as Anahita guides my way to Heaven
while tyrants in towers of steel and glass
battle each other to control the Earth.

Though I wander lost on the signless road
across the endless waste land of desire,
Ahura Mazda arrives on winged horse
and gives me Truth Wand of Asha Vahishta
with mission to lead army of the people
in holy war against tyrants of greed.

Fallen to my knees in exhausted hope
on snow-blasted slope of Mount Strobilus,
I gasp for breath of wisdom from blue sky,
but, just as I fall in pit of despair,
Sura Anahita embraces me
and fills my heart with courage of respect.

With help of Verethragna and Sura Osha,
Anahita urges me to attend
focus of my heart on people of Earth
who languish under corporate tyranny,
so I wake from dark slumber of despair
as Sura Zeus, son of Astaria.

Ascending double peak of Strobilus,
I stand before the burning bush of truth,
so Zurvan beams from spiral of the sun
and asks why his twin sons still fight for power,
Ahura Mazda, God of shining truth,
and Ahura Mainyu, God of dark lies.

Zurvan Akarana, God of Infinity,
teaches his son, Chronus, how to recount
progress of humanity to evolve
from angry ape to angel of control,
adjusting Zodiac Wheel with skillful hands
in chronicle that reveals spirit of Aion.

Awake as the Strobilus Mountain ghost,
I pilot starship of psychic insight
to patrol United Nations of Earth,
arresting tyrants and their oligarchs
to free humanity from their blind greed
so we live through justice and liberty.

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Orpheus meets Zurvan, Mazda, Mithras, and Anahita in crystal temple of truth on snow-frosted slopes of Mountain Strobilus to discuss world events.

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Mindless Nature Zones
© Surazeus
2026 11 02

Bright river flows between bush-tangled shores
where sandhill cranes discuss theology
concerning mirror vision of the self
that we project in mindless nature zones,
so I fish for salmon of earnest faith
in how the sun gleams through reluctant clouds.

Amazed by paradox of brilliant light
enhanced by solid nothingness of gloom,
I drive bus on brave road of anywhere
so people holding books of fairy tales
may find their grief in secret forest glades,
encased in tangled roots of apple trees.

Acquainted with sadness of drifting hills,
our children wearing costumes of dead gods
gaze through kaleidoscopes of sacred creeds
to see angelic souls their neighbors hide
behind time-weathered masks of bitter faith
in suffering issued by seven-eyed fate.

Contrived by formulas of quiddity
to represent weird whatness of our souls,
new social myths define our troubled age
based on performative respect for law,
so I assert right to my breathing-space
beneath the timeless olive tree of love.

Strange laughter from unopened books of faith
preserves tales about the Healer of Minds
who teaches us art of resilience
to understand sorrows we leave behind
since aging angels, that our parents are,
guard our progress against rapacious lies.

Old-fashioned riddles stuck in holy books
slither from unnatural signs to engage
unmeasured truths people long to believe,
such as that souls which animate our bodies
remain whole with our consciousness intact
after our frames of flesh dissolve to dust.

Well organized by our season in Hell,
our frantic feelings of nonchalant hope
lie wounded beneath windows of the church,
beamed by sharp light of citric nothingness,
so we search through fog of reality
with dim lamp of our aching hearts as light.

Each person sees complex state of this world
as their own puzzle, simplified by fear,
so we breathe spirit of ethereal love,
then speak strange words invented by blind trees
that helps us understand what others see
as we walk along bright river of faith.

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Orpheus maps the mindless nature zones of the Earth and sells them at the international fair crowded with war refugees from every nation of the world.

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Radiate Timeless Love
© Surazeus
2026 11 02

Shoes worn by walk across the broken land,
I stand before cracked mirror of my mind
to reclaim lost time of unwinding hope
as I keep moving toward the somewhere else
on mission to become authentic self
inherent in my genes before I die.

My heart is rainless waste land of desire
from which emerge ghosts of ancestral souls
who guide my way on roadless land of truth
till I find broken star on dusty plain
which mirrors primal spirit of my soul
so I begin to radiate timeless love.

I hear no nightingale in fruitless woods,
so I slice open sorrow of my heart
that springs in fountain of conceptual tears
which nurture honest roots of humble trees
who breathe in fear to sing courageous love
that swells in mystery of wind-fluttered leaves.

When I grow tall as mountain on the plain,
limbs stretched far longer than taut vineyard vines,
I see around me pools of shining eyes
in countless mirrors that reflect lost worlds
which teem with life across our multiverse
where I exist on every globe of hope.

I shout with tuneless voice of nightingales
in song that radiates out from flaming star
which weaves chaotic atoms into globe
with seas from which organic spirits flow
as we evolve from fish to singing god
who gazes at the stars and wonders why.

I drift without goal in the faceless crowd
which flows across the bridge of endless hope
that arches over river of dead souls,
and wonder where they all are rushing to,
as if plum blossoms transform from snowflakes
in endless swirl of people seeking love.

I drink fruit cider from cup of my heart
beneath sweet shimmer of the timeless moon,
then gaze at your face glowing from its light
till I fall slowly in sea of your eyes
and spiral into coils of tangled genes
that weave our bodies in new human soul.

When we meet walking in the silver rain
I hold umbrella over your bowed head
so we merge our two paths in one shared road
that leads us to safe garden of our love
where we sing melodies in tune with fate
for children who spring laughing from our hearts.

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Orpheus considers starting a family-friendly bakery in the historic district of the quaint New England town near the ocean where mermaids are singing each to each.

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Elusive Ghost Of Innocence
© Surazeus
2026 11 01

Too subtle for acknowledgement, contrived
by unpaged books of arrogant dismay
expressed by humble workers of the world,
his secret spells depict excessive truth
buried under stones in gardens of faith
that mean nothing to sweet waves of the sea.

Still dancing in the crowded club at dawn,
after the vampires and kings have gone home,
she struts before blank face of god with pride
that she votes for the jester to assume
rule of nations with justice of the joke
designed to deconstruct wealth privilege.

Soul projected through stereopticon
by moonbeams of antisocial regret,
he hears the earth revolving fast as wind
in crystal flux of languages designed
with beautiful joy of oblivion
that fools the wise to believe we may live.

Counting scenes his brain remembers as dreams
of lightning calculators, that expose
grief of wounded hearts, trapped by belief
in bright illusion of the afterlife,
she claims elusive ghost of innocence
that lingers where all rivers disappear.

Exploring waste land of bleak galaxies,
sunk in countless slumbers of hemispheres,
ineffable with faces of brave people,
he mimics how astronomers perform
arcane rituals of psychic augury
through revelation of the fractured mind.

Freed from surveillance of blood-thirsty ghosts
who win election as state governors,
she conceals treasures pilfered from sad gods
who dwell in Valley of Sincerity
among mulberry bushes of fake joy,
bearded penitents who circle the pool.

Too many years ago to understand
sputtering gaslights on the boulevard
where hungry girls sell flowers of despair
to haughty shepherds in suits and top hats,
he floats through countless doors of empty homes
to find the Good God who does not exist.

When he asks Goldilocks to marry him,
with jeweled ring he stole from Saruman,
she tells him she prefers the forest bear,
so he transforms into werewolf of rage
to wins election as the city mayor
while she works as nurse at the hospital.

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Orpheus and Goldilocks hike the Appalachian Trail to find the holy berserker of Babylon who paints abstract art which pretentious rich people buy with profits from factories.

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River of Star Eyes
© Surazeus
2026 11 01

Seeking truth in strange laughter of the wind,
we swim as one in river of star eyes
while silvan pipes of supple susurrance
rustles leaves of our hearts with quiescence
so we transcend obdurance of despair
with love that expands our celestial wings.

Because the sea can almost hear my song
unvoiced by blind amazement, intricate
with quickened vacancy of primal thought,
I ask the dead to tell me tragic tales
trapped in their bodies with aggressive calm,
but they encase their secrets in our skulls.

Revived by harsh November rain at dawn,
that tricks my cerebellum to record
heart-aching songs for immortality
no conscious being can win, I scale vast bulge
of psychic blossoming with bold surprise,
but hang above abyss of nothingness.

Inspired by passion of my foolish youth
to reach beyond bounds of my spurious brain,
I catch hold tight to motion time extends
with germinal regret of blind mistakes,
entranced by languorous music of crickets
dispersed by sudden flash of bitter rain.

Despair delays ascension of my soul
against primordial fragrance fate enrolls
to trick our minds that we could live forever,
yet I decide to hide, beneath the stone,
heart wounded by expansive sense of time
with bland unwillingness to escape death.

We cannot live play of our lives again
though we are driven by ancestral ache
of slow decay in fractured bones of faith,
so we assert our right to live this hour
by pacing boundless space of everywhere
with haughty courage of our bloodied feet.

Gnarled branches of the orchard grab my heart
at sudden flash of bullets from dawn sun,
reborn as brave metallic bees that teach
my body to enclose against attack
when I lie numb on bulging globe of fate
till soil transforms my soul to flowered breath.

Since nothing matters in game of false fame,
except expression of the lonely heart,
I sit alone beneath moon-favored oak
and sing about strange beauty of this world
that swirls away in river of star eyes
till I am nothing but the wind on water.

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Orpheus accompanies the River God who follows the river of star eyes from the mountain to the sea while he visits every home along the route of his authority.

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Unwinding Clock Of Sorrow
© Surazeus
2026 11 01

Unwinding clock of sorrow back one hour
to readjust attentive force of wisdom,
Mercury flies homeward to the glass tower
where he operates global finance system
by which he funds our food-production farms
through psychic function of conceptual charms.

Unwinding clock of sorrow before dawn
to spark immortal soul of genes awake,
Mercury becomes stone on White House lawn
that watches families sail boats on the lake
with voiceless sapience of the Cosmic Eye
that knows each process of atomic why.

Unwinding clock of sorrow with burned hand
that carves commandments on tablets of stone,
Mercury performs with new corporate brand
official functions of the stateless clone
who pilots United Nations of Earth
to prove each human has intrinsic worth.

Unwinding clock of sorrow through moon howl
to reunite beauty with true sublime,
Mercury wears crystal mask of the owl
that generates human souls from sea slime
with bold agency of abundant grace
to mold inner light in each special face.

Unwinding clock of sorrow with Dream Word
to endow power on our Cosmic Nurse,
Mercury plots progress of the absurd
that redesigns state of our multiverse
so angels and devils merge in one shape
as humans who explore our weird landscape.

Unwinding clock of sorrow from brain threads
that weave matrix of souls in global sheen,
Mercury maps continent watersheds
with glowing eyes of well-witch Melusine
so every person in the world may drink
water of life that gleams as vital link.

Unwinding clock of sorrow in god hearts
that calculate the way to paradise,
Mercury draws new set of star charts
that guides Jesus to make his sacrifice
then reign as Savior in empire of need
which traps monarchs in brutal wars of greed.

Unwinding clock of sorrow from book tales
that moralize how humans should behave,
Mercury weighs our actions on thought scales
based on illusions in the dreamless cave
where Anahita bottles water-light
that inspires me with oracular flight.

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Orpheus tries to fix the broken clock of sorrow with tangled anecdotes of human experience that defy the dichotomy of right and wrong with complex values.

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Electric Brain Juice
© Surazeus
2026 11 01

Fear swallows all dissenters of the heart
who dare defy finality of death
that wastes our fragile bodies with despair,
though we glow with ambition to endure
by drinking electric brain juice of love
we steal from Tree of Knowledge with respect.

Gripping rifle of absolute faith
in guardianship of angels in gold clouds,
Orion runs in woods of hungry ghouls,
then crouches behind large Salvation Stone
to shoot at tanks invading his small town,
just as bombs blast the church next to his home.

At roar of silver angels in blue sky,
that stretch their aluminum wings with pride,
Orion aims rifle at Heart of God,
but flash of shots from rifle of his courage
attract the Eyes of Death with mocking grin
who looms as shadow in Valley of Fear.

When lieutenant of his platoon is shot
by laughing bullet from tongue of the Devil,
Orion tries to rally frightened soldiers,
so they retreat to ruins of the church
where he crouches beneath statue of Mary
who holds the headless Savior in her arms.

Staring at the marble statue of Jesus,
whose head was shattered by bullet of faith,
Orion declares to his huddled squad,
this fertile land where our fathers have lived,
since they arrived sixteen centuries ago,
is sacred haven where our families thrive.

At midnight when moonbeams illuminate
shattered ruins of the tenth-century church,
Orion studies structure of stone walls
to understand architectural design
on which mankind builds Cathedral of Faith
now shattered by bombs of national greed.

Inside the shattered wall of the church apse
old bottle of wine gleams in gold moonlight,
so Orion raises glass of wine to Heaven
and prays for victory of his homeland
against invading empire of the north,
then sings heart-wrenching hymn of bitter faith.

Drunk on ancient wine of fermented faith,
brewed by some monk hundreds of years before,
Orion consumes electric brain juice
that fills his heart with courage of the doomed
who always fight to guard the fertile land
where their children play hide and seek with Death.

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Orpheus brings supplies for Zelensky to continue defending homeland of Scythia against attack by Pluto who wants to restore the old empire.

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