Singer Of Tales
© Surazeus
2025 02 01

Though sometimes in the timeless light of faith
I seem not to know who I really am,
I look back on signless road of my life
to map adventure of my hidden path
which shows progress of my journey toward hope,
elusive star that lead me to myself.

Though I cannot keep pace with my own star,
which I decided is my guiding light
as beacon chosen randomly from chart
of constellated fate, I mold my heart
with wings I found in wild Icarian Sea
floating in pool of energetic blood.

Inspired by weird complex ontology
of imaginary vision, supplied
by fairy tales compiled in holy books,
I pluck apple of wisdom from the Tree
of Knowledge that blooms from the corpse of God
to taste the truth that everybody dies.

When I was four years old in the same year
astronauts first walked on the dusty moon,
I sat by the Christmas tree with my sister
and cousins one cold Texas winter night,
cheering our grandfather, the famous singer
in the Kings Heralds, dressed as Santa Claus.

Recognizing humorous gleam of his eyes,
I concluded my grandfather is God,
or Odin who bears bag of precious gifts
to enrich all the people of the world
with generous compassion of his heart,
bringing food to people buried in snow.

Twenty-five full years later I hitchhiked
sea to shining sea across this vast land
and played guitar Seattle to Miami,
chanting tales about curious wanderers
forever lost on signless road of hope
ten thousand years Scythia to Oregon.

Escaping cloistered walls of paradise,
I journeyed back east along the same road
my ancestors traveled west in wheeled wagons
to colonize the fertile Promised Land,
found my wife on the other side of Earth,
and raise our children now in Dixieland.

While mapping virtual model of the world,
I wrote grand epic of philosophers
that depicts foundation of Academia,
and thus have learned true nature of my soul,
Singer of Tales in Library of Angels,
wingless angel in Land of Onatah.

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Orpheus gives me lyre of Mercury and teaches me to sing narrative tales that depict the human adventure in wilderness of our spinning world.

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One Rainbow Family
© Surazeus
2025 02 01

With startled eloquence of river song
Juno dances gracefully in sea breeze
with glow of love that enchants the wild throng
till she fools God enough to steal his keys
so she can free wise Son of Lucifer
who can defeat cruel tyrant Jupiter.

Eyes glowing bright with glow of the black hole,
Juno weaves elaborate vision of faith
so we can see Earth beam from the White Whole
through dreamless spirit eye of the God Wraith
whose conscious passion animates our brains
so people drive their cars in righteous lanes.

Heart pulsing with vibrant life of the Earth,
Juno sings anthem of love on world stage
that decodes secret process of rebirth
to view our body as plane and not cage,
for through force of free will we choose our fate,
programming our actions with love not hate.

Eager to save America from greed,
Juno exposes crimes Midas commits
when he attempts to control money feed
that funds our national system of wits
by grasping at illusion of our wealth
in vain attempt to arrogate our health.

Inspired by Brutus to protect the state,
Juno leads holy warriors of truth
to guard access to our financial gate
till bold arrival of messiah sleuth
who arrests the thief stealing from our hands
treasure of freedom we mold from rich lands.

Reluctant to accept his tyranny,
Juno arms rebels with her holy cause
to fight for justice through democracy
that ensures liberty based on fair laws,
but Midas and his minions clutch at power
to control Rapunzel in her gold tower.

With courage of Judith urging her heart,
Juno wields honest sword Excalibur
to render unto Caesar through star chart
criminal conviction from Lucifer,
then build from ruins of America
new free Republic of Zarathia.

Uniting states of North America,
Juno enforces equal rights for all
who live in fertile lands of Onatah
with network of roads that destroy the Wall,
so we become One Rainbow Family
ruled fairly by wisdom of Liberty.

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Orpheus joins Juno in her noble battle against the tyrant Midas to stop him from stealing our national wealth.

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Tree Of Voiceless Hope
© Surazeus
2025 02 01

Wounded by eccentric stars of desire,
Claudia leaks shadows on the mountain trail
where she wanders searching for her own ghost
who leaves strange footprints in dust of the Earth,
but pauses to ask rain why people die,
scanning the sky for secret of rebirth.

Weird constellations of stars slowly spin
wheel of fortune that determines her fate
according to old woman in the tree,
so Claudia holds small nutshell in her hand
and searches in vain for infinite space
which Hamlet said with confidence is there.

"I am no righteous daughter of the moon,"
Claudia whispers with iridescent wings,
"though I was loyal bride to a good man,
for I am lazy instrument of faith
who covets water of this fractured globe
which shakes while spinning in the starless void."

Awake with wonder on the mountain slope,
attempting to imagine ghosts are real,
Claudia calculates process of desire
to prove that stubbornness might get her killed,
yet she adores blank beauty of her mask
that hides the speaker of her soul from fools.

With humble passion of obedient crows,
who steal our voices from telephone lines,
Claudia suddenly remembers quite clearly
what she said to the man with the clenched fist
twenty hours ago on the city street
before she escaped through door of the wind.

"Since freedom is another word," she laughs,
"for nothing left to lose, as Janice sings
with graveled voice of innocent despair,
then I have lost everything I held dear
when my husband was fired without good cause
from his government job, and killed himself."

"I want to become my own country now,
like Kai sings with articulate respect,"
Claudia declares to the high waterfall
that sprays tears on her cheeks she wants to hide,
"but I have nothing in this world of lies
so I would be this tree of voiceless hope."

"Sacred stars of honest integrity
that once sparkled on our star-spangled banner,
pierce my heart with searing blades of disgust,
so I want to become part of the Earth."
After lying flat on the mountain all night,
Claudia drives home on the desolate road.

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Orpheus visits Claudia after the funeral and offers to help her with anything she needs, then hugs her when she cries with despair.

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Enforce Rule Of Law
© Surazeus
2025 02 01

When gleam of dawn erases frantic dreams
of running somewhere that ever recedes,
Randall drinks coffee at the kitchen sink,
and writes in condensation on the glass
unspeakable name of God in four letters
that refract light of the indifferent sun.

When the long black van stops outside his home,
and seven men wearing red baseball caps,
whom he prosecuted through rule of law
for crime of assaulting the Capitol,
step out with baseball bats and hateful smirks,
Randall cranks rod on his new assault rifle.

When seven men smash his windows and doors,
Randall prays his wife and children are safe
where he sent them at horse ranch of his parents,
then shoots each traitor dead in self-defense
as they scream and attack him in revenge,
then hopes home insurance covers the damage.

Fired from the bureau of investigation
where he performed his duties by the law
with professional demeanor of respect,
Randall ponders job prospects in the field
of legal prosecution to arrest
criminals who abuse good citizens.

"Deceived by glamor of his policies
to enforce rule of law across the land
protecting our homeland security
against illegal immigrants, I chose
to vote for this man as our president
who sent his goons to kill me in revenge."

Before calling the police to report
act of self-defense against home invaders
sent by the new president in revenge,
Randall washes blood from his honest hands,
and chuckles as he quotes Lady Macbeth,
"Out, blessed spot of vile traitorous blood."

"Unnatural deeds breed unnatural troubles,"
Randall ponders as sirens of the law
wail dire warnings in quiet neighborhoods,
"for infected minds drive cruel brain-washed men
to perform unlawful acts of sabotage
against the liberty of honest men."

Driving long gravel driveway to the ranch,
Randall steps from his car on grassy lawn
and breathes fresh air of justice with delight
as his wife and children with joyful cries
embrace him in group hug of pleased relief,
and wind blows their hair as they cry and laugh.

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Orpheus rides horses with Randall and his kids along the river in the pine-crested hills as they discuss the crisis facing the American republic.

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Eye Of Lost Time
© Surazeus
2025 01 31

To see whole oceans in one water drop
while on his journey of authority,
Feraldus picks spot by the lake to stop
and cup water with curiosity,
but all he perceives in eye of lost time
is dream of angels evolving from slime.

Arriving at his cottage by the elm,
where his rational wife Savia bakes pies,
Feraldus studies nature of the helm
that sailors spin to navigate the skies,
then daydreams of his childhood as soft chimes
of freedom ring for revolutionary times.

Determined to measure state of the mind
reflected in mirror of the Self Pool,
Feraldus strides in boots Bacchus designed
for exploring basement of the seer school
where demons haunt the hearts of lonely souls
who spend all afternoon outlining goals.

Watching her husband tramp in fields of wheat,
Savia calculates what our nation needs
to overcome mute anguish of defeat
is how the country farmer sows hope seeds,
based on conceptual tropes of social roles
when lovers dance around flowered maypoles.

While eating apple pie and mint ice cream,
Feraldus ponders strange state of the land.
"Castles once protected the royal dream
where people lived under one guiding hand,
but cannons destroy walls of paradise
so now failed kings must be the sacrifice."

Hundreds of people escaping from war
when their castle is smashed by cannon balls,
crowd hungry and frightened around their door,
so they welcome refugees in safe halls,
and organize how they work on the farm,
who sing praises of Savia for her charm.

Kneeling before children on the lake shore,
Feraldus cups dirt in his hands and grins.
"We are but dust and shadow, Horace sang,
but we see the world in one grain of sand,
Blake countered, for we are atoms of light
swerving in the void on our spirit flight."

When Angel of Death in long black robe
appears from flash of lightning on the hill,
Savia runs and finds Feraldus dead,
struck in the heart by arrow of free will,
so she buries him under the pear tree
where his atoms become crows who fly free.

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Orpheus lays flowers on the grave of Feraldus as he chants "pulvis et umbra sumus" while scattering pear seeds on the ground.

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Wild Forest Boy
© Surazeus
2025 01 31

When finches and sparrows in maple trees
explain strange beauty of eternity,
Caroline pauses somewhere off the trail
to pick liberty cap mushroom from soil
wet from late-afternoon rain of desire
where the pond terrapin crawls over roots.

Brushing pile of wet pine cones to the side,
Caroline gasps to see wild forest boy
who stares at her with eyes blue as the sea,
so she reaches out her hand with lace glove
and helps him stand on wobbly legs of hope,
then smiles and asks, "What is your secret name?"

"My name is Pinocchio," the wild boy grins,
then does the fancy two-step dance and bows,
but topples over on his side again,
so she helps him stand again on frail legs,
then places ripe pear in his floppy hand,
so he eats till he gains strength from its juice.

"I feel harsh winds of autumn blow cold fear
so I must follow leaves along the river,
blown anywhere my heart may long to go,
but I lay frozen in beautiful snow
for mindless flicker of eternity."
Pinocchio stares with no tears in his eyes.

Taken aback by his strange sudden song,
Caroline turns away to find the trail,
but the small wooden boy grasps at her skirt,
and follows stumbling as she strides away,
so she lifts him on her hip with soft grin,
and walks in evening breeze that blows her hair.

"Afloat in timeless beauty of this hour,"
Pinocchio sings like twitter of the finch,
"we seek strange wisdom in the holy flower
that blooms from corpse of God in dreamless rain
till blossoms of dead trees have blown away,
and we are mute with words we fear to say."

Stepping through door in her cottage of stone,
nestled against steep hillside by the lake,
Caroline sets the boy beside the table,
but when she turns he grabs the cutting knife
and pushes her down to tear off her dress,
and she lies stunned in shock flat on her back.

When he gasps done and rolls onto his back,
Caroline leaps up and tries to escape,
but he drags her back, so she kicks him hard,
which hurls him stumbling in the hot hearth fire
where he writhes screaming in fierce roar of flames
till he vanishes into pile of ash.

Pregnant with child of the wild forest boy,
Caroline cautiously hunts in the woods
each day for mushrooms, berries, eggs, and nuts,
but nothing sinister lurks in the shadows,
so she sits by the sparkling creek and cries
while something strange transforms inside her womb.

When she births son of the wild forest boy
Caroline bears him in her trembling arms
as she wades into the lake with intent
to drown him in the waters of salvation,
but he gazes at her with silver eyes,
so she baptizes him and names him Charles.

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Orpheus teaches young Charles how to make a lyre from the turtle shell, then how to tune the strings, and sing lyrics in harmony with the heart.

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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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