Giants Of Jotunland
© Surazeus
2025 04 03

Aggressive valence of unspoken words,
which measures combining capacity
of strict conceptual meanings we create,
expands our world view through experience
to incorporate universal truths
within prehensive scope of fierce belief.

Cracked ice of ideology impounds
stray melodies of weird chaotic faith
insistent on procedural sovereignty
through passionate embrace of excess hope
to prove this land is mine since dawn of time
so you must pay to sell your apples here.

Monarch of Greenland, crowned by circumstance
of duty to guard heaven from jewel thieves,
I stand on jagged mountain of my heart
with staunch support of contract-binding trees
to block invasion of digging machines
bent on destruction of our wilderness.

Ice-shielded mountains of vast Jotunheim
protect rich mines of minerals in my heart
from greedy claws of marketeering bankers
who slaver over wealth in secret caves
with hands that grasp resources from the Earth
and give nothing back to valleys of lakes.

When Manhattan dwarves in gray business suits
stalk gushing rivers that sparkle with gems,
the giant Jotun goddess Gertha calls
dragons of protection with gold-fire wings
to guard enclosed paradise of Greenland
from cruel invasive species with steel hands.

Annexed to empire of greedy King Midas,
our misty island, rich with liberty
of free spirits who guard our corn-gold land
to support proud rebels with noble cause
protecting soul of Onatah with love,
gains freedom through calm justice of respect.

Inspired by solemn hymns of liberty,
freedom-loving giants of Jotunland
join hands with people of Gothinia
in Scythia, Gerthmania, and Scotia,
to forge union as bold children of Odin,
oath-bound to protect our homeland from tyrants.

Since empires rise and fall in tides of time,
and tyrants who proclaim themselves grand kings
always fall from weakness of blinding greed,
We the People in every fertile land
establish United Nations of Earth
to ensure freedom and justice for all.

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Orpheus joins Gertha to protect Jotunland on Greenland from marketeering thieves of Manhattan.

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Punk-Girl Fashion
© Surazeus
2025 04 03

Tooting pipes in the deserted train station,
Pan prances down pink fractured marble stairs
in cluttered ruins of the Playboy mansion
to proclaim with joy how much he admires
her post-apocalyptic punk-girl fashion
when Minerva twirls among broken chairs.

Throwing wads of paper bills stamped by wisdom,
that flutter in lobby of the Swiss Bank,
Pan juggles skulls of nameless gods at random,
then hurls them as grenades at money tank
to organize opposing gangs in tandem
for revolution challenging their rank.

While star-eyed Minerva on the broken terrace
scatters cryptocoins forged from hopeless dreams,
she clandestinely eyes the phantom menace
that lurks by mineral-rich Greenland streams,
then twirls Wand of Zambor she swiped from Venus
to overthrow tyrannical regimes.

Spurred by divine call of the pristine desert
that pulses blood of passion in her veins,
Minerva plays violin at the concert,
spiraled from volatile stock-market gains,
till Pan considers program to invert
right and wrong on scales of social domains.

When King Midas takes America hostage
with threats to make us slave for lower wage,
frantic factories begin spewing garbage
that traps Hidden Dragon in iron cage
who breaks free with our votes so they can manage
world revolution of the Golden Age.

Riding his chrome horse with the psychic trigger,
Pan defeats Midas in museum hall
through clever diversion of gifted vigor
calculated by writing on the wall
to cripple the tyrant with legal rigor
that we solve with the apple-inspired fall.

Vowing with solemn words to not abandon
citizens of Earth who seek equal rights
in social system of Earth based on Heaven,
Minerva trains men to be honest knights
who respect cedar waxwing in the linden
where great heroes have been reduced to sprites.

To build peace on Earth with United Nations,
in system where no tyrant could prevail,
Pan supports Minerva with grand provisions
when she bites the apple while stuck in jail
which sparks world war of social revolutions
till she reigns in Hell with the Holy Grail.

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Orpheus joins Pan and Minerva in the ruins of the Playboy Mansion to plot the revolution against greedy oligarchs.

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In The Great Unknown
© Surazeus
2025 04 02

When the Phoenix of my heart spreads fire wings
and rises from nest of the Burning Bush,
I follow her flight to the Great Unknown
on signless road that leads us anywhere
till I stand weeping by the Lake of Dreams
where First Mother first taught me how to sing.

My mother keeps the secrets of my heart
that I have never revealed to myself
which I now scatter as seeds on the ground
so all my memories bloom in daffodils
that children pick where they play in the field
where skulls of gods have crumbled into dirt.

These fragments of forgotten history,
which I find strewn on hard cathedral floor
when its rose window was shattered by bombs,
contain dramatic scenes of psychic fate
that I assemble in collage of tropes
to create new world view from random hopes.

Concentric circles of haphazard thoughts
that drift in sparkling mist of wordless dread
radiate from center of the spinning Earth
so I become my most essential self
while standing in blue twilight by the lake
to feel subtle glint of stars pierce my heart.

Down lengthening path of my endless life
toward far horizon of my shadowed mind
I always walk with steady pace of fear
to gather courage in jewels of light
in which I see first flash from dawn of time
that luminates strange landscape of my heart.

Inviolate flower of the Burning Bush
transforms despair of hot volcano gas
to glorious garden of profuse respect
since I am surrogate mind for the Earth
inspired to breathe brave spirit of the sky
that cultivates nascent power of faith.

Emerging from grim shadow of soft grass,
she grabs my hand with tremulous concern
and asks if I know where the Phoenix flies,
so I give her the last pear of my heart,
then write weird verse in book of fairy tales
while the nightingale sings to us of death.

Living together in the Great Unknown
where the Phoenix nests in the Burning Bush,
we cultivate pure energy of love
that swells in juicy pears on twisted limbs,
then cuddle in the boat of our romance
and watch the sun rise from shimmer of the lake.

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Orpheus draws map that shows the way to the Great Unknown and sells copies in the ruins of the cathedral that was bombed in World War Three.

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In The Great Unknown
© Surazeus
2025 04 02

When the Phoenix of my heart spreads fire wings
and rises from nest of the Burning Bush,
I follow her flight to the Great Unknown
on signless road that leads us anywhere
till I stand weeping by the Lake of Dreams
where First Mother first taught me how to sing.

My mother keeps the secrets of my heart
that I have never revealed to myself
which I now scatter as seeds on the ground
so all my memories bloom in daffodils
that children pick where they play in the field
where skulls of gods have crumbled into dirt.

These fragments of forgotten history,
which I find strewn on hard cathedral floor
when its rose window was shattered by bombs,
contain dramatic scenes of psychic fate
that I assemble in collage of tropes
to create new world view from random hopes.

Concentric circles of haphazard thoughts
that drift in sparkling mist of wordless dread
radiate from center of the spinning Earth
so I become my most essential self
while standing in blue twilight by the lake
to feel subtle glint of stars pierce my heart.

Down lengthening path of my endless life
toward far horizon of my shadowed mind
I always walk with steady pace of fear
to gather courage in jewels of light
in which I see first flash from dawn of time
that luminates strange landscape of my heart.

Inviolate flower of the Burning Bush
transforms despair of hot volcano gas
to glorious garden of profuse respect
since I am surrogate mind for the Earth
inspired to breathe brave spirit of the sky
that cultivates nascent power of faith.

Emerging from grim shadow of soft grass,
she grabs my hand with tremulous concern
and asks if I know where the Phoenix flies,
so I give her the last pear of my heart,
then write weird verse in book of fairy tales
while the nightingale sings to us of death.

Living together in the Great Unknown
where the Phoenix nests in the Burning Bush,
we cultivate pure energy of love
that swells in juicy pears on twisted limbs,
then cuddle in the boat of our romance
and watch the sun rise from shimmer of the lake.

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Orpheus draws map that shows the way to the Great Unknown and sells copies in the ruins of the cathedral that was bombed in World War Three.

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King Of Worthless Things
© Surazeus
2025 04 02

Because he plays the king of worthless things,
robins leave torn pages from holy books
on the metal table in the back yard
where the mango queen takes selfies with Death
to show her followers around the world
that she values every person on Earth.

Because the Earth is spinning in his head,
he gives the dead voices they never had
when they were struggling each day to survive
by assembling puzzles of castle towers
on the asphalt parking lot of the mall
where angels keep falling on the tar roof.

Because the sky disrespects him with jokes
about his strength and courage to fight back,
he races with the football down the field
to imitate the hunter with the pig
that he steals from the village by the lake,
and wins through goalposts of his village gate.

Because he loves the woman on the horse,
he gathers apples in his two-wheeled cart
and pushes it along the sparkling stream
to sell them at the crowded market place
for copper coins that he can use to buy
new brass cauldron for his wife to cook stew.

Because he seeks to know the origin
of commerce basic to civilized life,
he digs chunks of minerals from the hill cave
and sells them to the man on the brick hill
who laughs that his dirt holds nothing worthwhile,
so he lies hungry on the temple steps.

Because he wants to buy the fast sports car,
he sits all day in the small cubicle
and enters numbers on the spreadsheet file
to calculate progress from the stone age
that man has gained the past five thousand years,
then drinks beer in the bar to watch football.

Because he uses dangerous formulas
based on mathematics of divine fate
to build the piston engine of the greed,
he wears the polished mask of Daedalus
on Halloween to trick Fortune and Death
in bargain with the Devil to be rich.

Because he steals the crown of thorns from Christ
in vain attempt to avoid judgment day,
he tries to deny in the court of fate
that he is still the king of worthless things
though he keeps trying to sell fake angel wings
as Orpheus takes him to his cage in Hell.

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Orpheus takes the chainsaw away from the king of worthless things, then confiscates all the money he stole and gives it back to the people of the land.

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Deep State Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 04 01

If I start with the bang of perfect thought
to leap across the multiverse of souls
in sly attempt of honest quietude
to evade trick of charged vicissitude,
I might lose sight of soul-expanding goals
for which my pioneer ancestors fought.

Emerging hopeful from deep state of faith
with holy book I dredge from swamp of lies,
I preach salvation of aggressive force
achieved by mining star-wealth from the source
in heart of Greenland where government spies
search for treasure cave of the diamond wraith.

To me alone on high Takoma peak
the diamond wraith as Goddess Liberty
appears with hundred million eyes of truth
to crown me her faithful messiah sleuth
commissioned to support democracy
which I adjust with constructive critique.

This mask of free will, which I wear with pride,
reflects bright spirit of your secret heart,
designed to magnify your special soul
so every person creates their own role
to play on global stage of the dream chart
based on the template our beliefs provide.

Attuned to zeitgeist of our national mind
that radiates psychic energy of hope,
we stir from lethargy of social trust
with passionate anguish to adjust
course of our progress that we steer to cope
with stoic courage of hearts realigned.

Against destructive greed of tyranny
we band in noble squad of common folk
with fierce intent of honest patriots
to defend moral values of robots
who transcend prejudice to become woke
as heroes in our questing company.

We will defeat dictatorship of greed
through inclusion of everyone who sings
special tunes for cultural diversity
which nurtures progress built on equity
together binding power of our wings
through witness on the hill of Gilead.

When mad Baal oppresses our free state,
Elijah arrives in chariot of fire
to chase his thieves from temple of our faith
so we reclaim our nation from vile wrath
to welcome every soul in our world choir
who gather with hope outside the locked gate.

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Orpheus organizes asylum-seeking refugees at the gates of paradise who flee persecution in distant lands into the Justice Squad to fight tyranny.

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