Mindless God Eye
© Surazeus
2025 01 31

Reluctant to acknowledge why Death laughs
at fragile humans focused on their craft
to create meaning from goops of soft mud,
I build enormous castle of baked bricks
to shelter refugees from mindless storm
so we can sing love songs during the war.

Confused by laughter of the river snake
at serious intent of obedient folk
to praise the warm sun for rising again,
I bend steamed boards of wood with humble chant
to build hull of my world-exploring ship
so we can sail across abyss of hope.

Disturbed by laughter of the apple tree
at pious prayers of people traumatized
by bombs depuzzling everything they love,
I gather seeds from ruins of the church
to plant herbs of compassion in the grave
where corpse of god rots into wriggling worms.

Excited by laughter of joyous goats
who prance in meadow of camellias
that blossom from cracked skulls of warriors,
I gather lost souls on the signless road
to form community of honest folk
who help each other survive bitter days.

Denied my civil rights to freely laugh
at how I lose myself to find myself
by hoarding syllables of naked thought,
I choose to endure starvation of faith
that sharpens sensations of ecstasy
from which I spring to dance in tears of rain.

Confounded by laughter of hope for love
through mystic monolog of desert streams
where thirsty angels crawl on hands and knees,
I map every road that leads to my heart
which is not center of the universe
where mindless God Eye dreams itself in me.

Concealed by veil of mist on Lone Tree Hill
that laughs at haughty pride of the Moon Wolf
who operates book shop on the ocean cliff,
I write with blood of angels in blank book
chronicle of my destiny I choose
by swerving randomly on road of life.

Erased by laughter of the empty sky
at how immortal soul of genes designs
this mortal body of my present life,
I cannot see which face I wear today
when I gaze in mirror of the forest pool
till I fall and drown in my memories.

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Orpheus finds Narcissus drowned in the Lake of Dreams so he resuscitates him with breath of life so he can marry Echo in the empty church.

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Fall Of King Joculus
© Surazeus
2025 01 31

With toot of horn and cackle of wild jest
King Joculus arrives in Washington
to trample on the blood-stained flag of pride
and then defund your private psychic quest
to map the multiverse for everyone
who bears conceptual treasure they must hide.

Tattooed with mental sigils of regret,
King Joculus stands on the mountain top
to chat with demon in the burning bush
about how to reprogram our mindset
so everyone believes that he is God
though he scams his followers of their cash.

Daring Jesus to play Russian roulette,
King Joculus then swipes his Crown of Thorns
and proclaims himself by legal command
to be messiah of the alphabet,
but Joshua suggests that we blow our horns
which blows walls of his fortress into sand.

Presiding over jousting tournament,
King Joculus delights when bold knights clash
in brutal combat to enforce his word
as national law without precedent
while tossing our Bill of Rights in the trash
before he tries to shoot the mocking bird.

Rewriting history of our nation-state
so fake fables may glorify his deeds,
King Joculus burns books of heretics
who dare expose true nature of his fate
when he demands we recite his false creeds
because too many are fooled by his tricks.

Aggrieved that prophet of the singing whale
reveals corrupt state of his character,
King Joculus hangs him on the phone pole
to hide the fact his efforts always fail
for he is more Bacchus than Jupiter,
pretending tyranny is not his goal.

Drunk on raw power as proud Head of State,
King Joculus blames everything gone wrong
on diverse persons opposed to his rule,
but he cannot evade his tragic fate
like Saddam and Muammar caught by the throng,
though we realize he is Plutonian tool.

After crushing everything we hold dear,
King Joculus cannot escape his fall
since tyranny is too hard to enforce
for longer than apocalypse of fear,
because Justice and Liberty for all
will prevail through universal discourse.

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Orpheus documents the rise and fall of King Joculus whose greed destroyed our democracy in failed attempt to crown himself king.

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State Of White Privilege
© Surazeus
2025 01 30

The white horse of social analysis
gallops across the plain of singing ghosts
so Hercules wrestles river of snakes
to cleanse the American halls of power
swamped by the greed of oligarchic clowns
who steal keys to the kingdom from dead Christ.

The white horse of conceptual innuendo
likes to turn humans on to the starlight
so we are awed by mystery of the Eye
that always seems to watch us from the sky
till we reverse the mask we choose to wear
as mirror that reflects psychology.

The white horse of the psychic manifesto
presents the moon goddess in Silver Cloud,
her starship she flies over city maze
to beam up holy warriors of the heart
who join her justice squad to fight the power
that legislates regressive policies.

The white horse of mental paralysis
deals cards on the gambling table of faith
to cheat the clown who thinks he owns the world
by prancing on the stage with childish glee,
distracting us so he can steal the key
that opens pearly gates of paradise.

The white horse from the lake of Tantalus
gives fruit he stole from sacred Tree of Life
to everyone who walks the signless road
on quest to find the Ring of Zathamar
which gives the bearer weird ability
to perceive the whole flow of history.

The white horse of the Queen of Mexico
who tours along the Mississippi River
describes how Mercury designed the lyre
from rib cage of the haughty dinosaur
who signs executive orders all day
while helicopters and airplanes collide.

The white horse of the golden piccolo,
prancing down Champs-Elysees Avenue,
considers why the theater is dead
though Brecht and Ibsen live inside our head
with tales of haunted heroines who fight
for right to control their reproductive choices.

The white horse of oneiric calculus
casts wicked spell of multicultural rites
which we gather at witching hour of night
to perform against regime of King Midas
whose greedy touch turns everything to junk
that bankrupts the state of white privilege.

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Orpheus bows to Lady Godiva who rides the white horse of respect for the multicultural heritage of Americans who cheer her revolution of justice.

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Barons Of False Wealth
© Surazeus
2025 01 30

"Old sun is not our pineapple of love,"
Garsenda sings while strumming taut lute strings,
"yet when I gaze at blankness of Blue Sky
I have to wonder why I feel no fear
that Death possesses people everywhere
though no one knows the answer except God."

"I slip into the future of my mind,"
Garsenda tells small turtle in the rain,
"so I can be in two places at once,
because in land of arrogance and hate
humility and kindness are the way
we find our way to light of paradise."

"With heartless ache of psychic agony,"
Garsenda whispers to the rolling stone,
"I name dark beasts of social tyranny
who eat the bread and drink the wine of faith
so we who work are left with nothing real
except gold idol of our Angry God."

"Through passionate trust in the Evermore,"
Garsenda weeps beneath the willow tree,
"my heart enwombs the savior of the world
who bears book of the covenant with grace
till mob of minions by the tyrant paid
dare crucify King of the World at dawn."

"Based on remorse for holy word of law,"
Garsenda shouts at divine hurricane,
"I shrive cold anguish of the Eucharist
to resurrect from death the anarchist
who wrestles river from traditioned course
to flush revolting barons of false wealth."

"Now we shall raze all icons to the ground,"
Garsenda howls with laughter of the owl,
"so we can build religion based on truth
that we are atoms swerving in the void
who incarnate immortal soul of genes
in bodies of our children till we die."

"So wake the scourger from tomb of despair,"
Garsenda preaches to the hungry choir,
"who slits the throat of tyranny with hope
that we can find in trash of fatal art
arcane code to calculate the dream chart
that leads us to the holy land of birth."

"These lies I carve on Tablets of the Law,"
Garsenda croons to crowd of dancing lovers,
"corrupt our mental programs with weird thoughts
that everyone is equal in the law
and no one should apply their privilege
to lock the gates of paradise to all."

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Orpheus produces record album of songs sung by the trobairitz Garsenda who sings haunting melodies with eerie mercurial voice of the Sibyl.

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Justice Through The Law
© Surazeus
2025 01 30

Standing before journalists with cameras
on heightened steps before the House of Power,
the Revolutionary Leader smiles
to announce his surrender to the law
since he succeeded in his noble goal
to restore progress of democracy.

Now that the tyrant has been overthrown,
and democracy restored to our state,
I declare the purpose of government
is to protect individual citizens
against all exploitation and abuse,
not to assist business exploiting the people.

Inspired by this principle of respect
focused on funding programs that support
the People to pursue their happiness,
I lead this justice squad of honest men
to remove the evil tyrant from power
through necessary exertion of force.

Contrary to this noble principle
which should animate our democracy,
this greedy businessman had seized control
by suppressing votes that chose his opponent,
and tried to impose fascist oligarchy
that centralized control in his small hands.

Compelled by necessity of armed force
to answer clarion call of history,
because the federal law failed to obstruct
his fascist coup against our government,
I lead this justice squad of honest men
to remove this foul cancer from our land.

Today I have removed cruel tyranny
by exercising right of common men
to arrest greedy oligarchic tyrants
and restore function of our government,
based on established precedent of right,
to the legal successor to take power.

The ancient law of power would allow
the one who removes the king to be king,
but I refuse to seize the crown of state
for I would become the tyrant I removed,
so, since the legal successor to power
has been sworn in, I submit to the law.

Though I had to fight to remove the tyrant,
I had exercised violence to achieve
this aim of preserving democracy,
so you must now arrest me with respect,
and sentence me with justice through the law,
for I sacrificed myself to save our state.

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Orpheus spies on the Kremlin and grins to hear Pluto commiserate and berate Assad for losing Syria to the People who establish democracy.

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