Trite Tomb Of Truth
© Surazeus
2025 10 26

Strange happiness of the time-neutered mind
encourages me to photograph the ghost
whose black eyes sparkle with eccentric fruit
designed to charge our bodies with delight
so we embrace with delicate respect
and dance together by the moonlit pool.

She digs up the chocolate bar of desire
from where it was buried in the front yard,
and eats despair of darkness in the heart
so we might suffer alligator hope
when sad leaf falls in loneliness of faith
in case we decide we want to know why.

No motive trapped inside the geode shows
why rage erupts from engine egg of lust
contrived by ramblers without gold guitars
to prove in court how often rain might fall
till dams are shattered by unfaithful cheats
who sell our treasures to the hungry king.

Lost in dark labyrinth of fashioned dreams,
I see my face reflected in the mask
the bitter devil wears when he attempts
to tempt me with sweet glamor of world fame,
so I must execute sharp turn from grace
to save my soul from damnation of pride.

Yet when I open window at midnight
I see white face of the robotic owl
who watches me with fractured crystal eyes
while I type holy code of fortitude
to program how my brain perceives your face
because I love to float in outer space.

Every romance in history of the world
ends in tragic death of both characters
whether they succeed in their plan or not
to generate new life before they die
since clans establish empire of control
based on the lie of sacred royalty.

Divine regret of blatant attitudes,
pasted in the margins of holy books,
releases me from tension of concern
that I may not earn entry through the gate
where Peter judges deeds my heart performs
based on intention to create the good.

Real nothingness inside my hollow heart
increases vibrate flush of putrid air
so I float aimlessly on plastic wings
above the endless global maze of myths
where I see every person on the Earth
walk confidently toward trite tomb of truth.

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Orpheus designs the trite tomb of truth where he wants his son Orion to bury him after he dies since he is already eight thousand years old.

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Holy Code Of Doom
© Surazeus
2025 10 26

Each time we talk about the nothingness
that time contrives from holy code of doom,
nine angels scream from white thornapple blooms
when I brew wine from petals of their dreams
and dance with sweet delirium of faith
through alabaster swirl of frantic wings.

If we find ancient souls in mirror rocks
that waves compose from holy code of doom,
nine horses leap across abyss of fate
with fractured letters I can use to type
reports about commercial platitudes
concerning shipment of electric wings.

Though children throw sad stories in the sea
that transforms ghosts from holy code of doom,
nine gods conspire to fool the human race
by warping woof of time disangled weird
back wracking undead rainbow ordinance
defining how we want to eat fried wings.

Stoked to skate swift across stark lake of ice
with swirling grace from holy code of doom,
nine swans erupt from old computer screens
on helicopter flight through temple walls
beyond reluctant garden where she smiles
and freezes in the cube of flashing wings.

Besides our bleeding hearts in bowl of glass
as butterflies from holy code of doom,
nine nurses welcome us to maze of myths
where dinosaurs play piano and flute
in concert staged to raise funds for the farm
since cows fly to the moon on paper wings.

Before we talk about the genocide
reconfigured by holy code of doom,
nine tyrants attend global conference
to strategize how they control our minds
through system of corporate slavery
where we work in factories sewing wings.

After I fall nine days and nights to Hell
where I stock shelves at the grocery store,
nine librarians rearrange strange books
to misconstrue progress of history
so greedy losers seem to win the game
and decorate the White House with glass wings.

Each hour weird visions calculate my fate
to change my gender back and forth again,
nine prophets resurrect Tiresias
from field of rubber tires that burn with hate
till brave Minerva escapes from my head
and restores democracy with her blood.

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Orpheus leads Tiresias from cave of Hell and takes him to the abandoned church outside of town where they wear priest robes and conduct mass for zombies.

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Heaven Of His Dreams
© Surazeus
2025 10 26

As sunlight glimmers on large grapevine leaves
and honeybees murmur around Dianthus,
buzzing among frilly petals of hope,
old gray-haired Vedius lounges in small bower,
snoozing half-asleep in drowsy contentment
as he cradles wand with goat by his feet.

Reliving passionate days of his youth,
frail Vedius, with wrinkled skin on his arms,
chases cute Furina around the spring
till they embrace and feed each other grapes,
sweet pleasure that makes him quiver in sleep
as he moans at sweetness at warm sunlight.

Sweet songs of nymphs in silver moonlight shriek
loud at startled loathing of stuttered fright
that shocks muddle-headed Vedius awake
who leaps to his feet and clutches his wand
at swirling dizzy angst of frantic dread
when he stares at thick smoke in mute dismay.

Trembling in consternation of distress,
decrepit vintner Vedius staggers shocked
at sight of shadow men on thundering horses
who race between buildings of his estate
while they swing swords that slash bodies in rage
and throw brands of red flames on timber roofs.

Paralyzed in shock at hot swirling flames,
enervated Vedius huddles in tholos,
where he manages his vineyard estate,
and watches helpless to protect his world
as flames destroy everything he has built,
reducing all his work to heaps of ash.

Dawn sun glitters blood red in swirls of smoke
as fragile Vedius lurks on trembling legs
among fire-blistered wineries and tanks,
kneeling to caress skull of each burned soul
and whisper their name with shamed affection,
then weeps at sight of vine hills charred to ash.

Starting with nothing but one sprouted vine,
resolute Vedius worked for fifty years
transforming bare hills to rows of grape vines
that surround wineries, crush pads, and tanks,
where hundreds of people once bottled wine
and delivered them all over the land.

Sitting in marble tholos that remains
alone among charred ruins of his world,
stalwart Vedius stares at the empty sky
that glimmers silently above black hills,
and smiles with bitter-sweet sadness of pride
that he created Heaven of his dreams.

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Orpheus finds aged Vedius stunned from shock amid ruins of his vineyard,
and, after embracing his friend, he vows to avenge his loss by driving King Midas from Temple of Power.

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Wings Of Earnest Hope
© Surazeus
2025 10 26

Because time flies on wings of earnest hope
Minerva stands still on the windless rock
and gazes over fields of skeletons
that wander circles among fruitless trees
and wail with sorrow at vanishing clouds
for beauty to bless life with joyful play.

Ignoring soft alarm on broken clock,
Melody leans on dusty window sill
and watches pine trees flutter in cold wind
that shift enough to reveal tall glass towers
where seagulls flock at harbor of Seattle
framed by sleeping volcano of Takoma.

Four thousand years of endless spinning time
links golden thread of genes between their hearts
as two young woman born in one bloodline
consider nature of our conscious brains
expressed through faces of our yearning minds
to savor pleasure of feeling alive.

This world teems with existing beings of light
who seek to progress past entanglement
while trudging through dark pathless woods of fear
till we discover grove of apple trees
that gleam in sunlight on the river shore
where we construct safe haven of stone walls.

Erecting wall of stones with blistered hands,
Minerva breathes ethereal soul of hope
as she envisions soul-protecting hall
where children learn tales of humanity
that moralize our failure and success
through tragedy and comedy of deeds.

Alone at the quiet library desk,
Melody types essay on her laptop
to define good economic programs
based on analysis of data points
that prove hypothesis of deep research
presenting ways to increase wealth for all.

Leading army of tooth-born warriors,
Minerva charges up ziggurat steps
to fight dictatorship of elite greed
in battle to drive King Midas from power
and free the people of the world to live
through equal justice of communal faith.

Stepping off the bus in downtown Seattle,
Melody adjusts wings of earnest hope
she made from blueprints Icarus designed,
and joins protesters marching maze of streets
in brave defiance against tyranny
to protect and nurture democracy.

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Orpheus speaks to the crowd of No Kings protesters to declare that we will never allow any tyrant to impose dictatorship of authoritarian monarchy over our democracy based on liberty and justice for all.

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Radiant Jewel Ghost
© Surazeus
2025 10 25

If I perceive the radiant jewel ghost,
who emanates from writhing words in books,
my heart will sprout electric wings of faith
so I find courage through communal strength
to fight against oppressors in gray suits
who program tricks that exploit honest hands.

Enchanted forest in the city park
lures lonely people stuck in offices
to wander nowhere on the signless road
where they assemble shadows of lost truths
in ever-shifting puzzle that illudes
innocent souls with dreams of paradise.

Regret for losing key to gates of Hell
inspire my journey through the Underworld
where Pluto teaches me to forge gold coins
with blood of dragons dripping from dead trees
so I can purchase loyalty of fools
who are willing to be employed as tools.

Entranced by haunting tune of the bone flute,
that causes me to float in ecstasy,
I wander busy streets on Sabbath night
to hear weird spells that happy witches chant
while hungry men build castle walls from fear
that worms devour our brains before we die.

I always love the radiant jewel ghost
because she understands my secret heart
while writing prophecies on palace walls
that warn the wealthy of apocalypse
before the world stock market crashes again
so millions wander lost from burning homes.

Her spirit lives forever in my heart
though she disappears on dark Samhain night,
so I wear clever disguise to evade
hungry vampires searching for my tense soul
that radiates music from conceptual waves
each time I stand and sing the haunting tune.

I must return to work before red dawn
drenches city towers in menstrual blood
from which spring angel-robots with ten eyes
who teach us how to vote for one we trust
to manage operations each four years
till jet planes transform into graceful swans.

Thus I will claim the fallen jeweled crown,
then wander awkwardly in castle halls
where none but ghosts still whisper my name
because I refuse to play the blame game
that Zeus decreed I will obey or die,
so I hold hands with the woman I love.

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Orpheus paints portrait of the radiant jewel ghost who has long curly hair and star-flashing eyes while she lounges in the hall of mirrors at Versailles.

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Mayhem Of Untwisted Roads
© Surazeus
2025 10 25

Through constant mayhem of untwisted roads,
split by dark strangulation measured wrong,
she helps manipulate system of clouds
that drenches morbid valleys with false tears,
though children bury masks in river mud
to prove their right to eat fruit from dead trees.

Emergent trauma trips ascending gods
whose bodies bend far temporarily
around inclined assertion fraught with light
which fools extreme heartbeat of tame contempt
to join wild contest at the festival
long hosted by the faceless god of stones.

If freedom could be monetized by faith
through soured neglect of perfidious creeds,
our privileged bodies might exchange respect
for mischarged desire stained by honesty
despite elected key of cankered fear
we share with strangers on the ocean beach.

Close to forever suavity, despised
by bookless prophets without social rights,
we dance with courage of the broken tree
to climb unregistered walls gods destroy
before enchanted demons can escape,
alone in pleasure of abandonment.

I purchase strange way to be beautiful
by tossing unearned prizes in the lake
against mute hesitation precisely placed,
though time unlocks considered entropy,
uneasily though brains deconstruct fame,
before we can process our bitter loss.

Unquiet dissertation solved by risk
records eye of our spirits without rain,
too slick for runners born less self-aware,
so we share hard-earned merit with our friends
who whisper false regrets of bitter joy
while kissing where the blue crane cries in pain.

Trapped by intentions of the reckless spell,
I drive old rusty truck on muddy roads
and shout in gusts of rain-perceptive wind,
the more I leap abyss of nothingness
the closer I approach meaningful jokes
to find my face in mirror of the sky.

Uncertain precious days of life are mine,
I lie prone on eccentric grass of fate
to free my heart from miracles of love
till I float blissful on bright radio waves
to sing weird haunting melody of hope
against bleak darkness of this world we share.

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Orpheus laughs when he realizes he cannot control mayhem of untwisted roads while attempting to map complete history of human civilization on virtual globe of Earth.

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Museum Of Mad Souls
© Surazeus
2025 10 25

Entangled stories of religious myths
reveal common elements of one faith
that binds all human minds in firm belief
we carve as symbols on black monoliths
which vibrate with spirit of the god wraith
who offers comfort in our hour of grief.

Composing frame of social reference
to better organize random events
in coherent narrative of my life,
I attend grand celestial conference
to analyze what each trope represents
in how I gain wisdom through psychic strife.

While strolling in Museum of Mad Souls,
I study masks of ancient characters,
that still includes prophets, jesters, and kings,
to understand how they designed their roles
as choir directors or vain choristers
who devise proverbs from heart sufferings.

Each time I learn new facts about the world,
and see how other people choose their fate
through decisions made in the heat of fear,
I expand my story as cosmic herald
who maps history so I can navigate
maze of myths designed by the Puppeteer.

As prophet cursed to watch effects unfold,
from causes sparked by fear-empowered greed,
I project vision of Heaven on Earth
that we create from ideals angels mold
to nurture paradise with fruitful seed
so we ensure success of spirit birth.

As jester urged by quick rebellious mind,
to rewrite system of progressive rules,
I leap outside flow of accepted norms
to broaden perspective of all mankind
with magic results of conceptual tools
we employ to survive destructive storms.

As king commissioned by popular will,
to manage their skills in productive work,
I build global food-production machine
through capital that funds crops on the hill
distributed to all as social perk
that nurtures growth with creative routine.

As game host in Museum of Mad Souls,
trained by Minerva to record the truth,
I carve special personality masks
for growing children to invent their roles
through divine vision of messiah sleuth
who grants vacation from our tedious tasks.

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Orpheus takes off the mask of Lucifer for a moment as he runs campaign for election as President of the United States of Zarathia, and vows to restore democracy with justice and liberty for all.

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Invisible Harps Of Light
© Surazeus
2025 10 25

I will steal invisible harps of light
strummed by old lonely watcher of the skies,
then sing of love for everyone alive,
though nations crowded in vast cities fight
over whose leader rules with better lies
based on principles for which people strive.

Since no world messiah has yet appeared
in spaceship flashing high among the clouds,
I hand out religious brochures to sell
national pride that does not seem too weird
for loyal mannequins in cheering crowds
who curse their opponents to burn in Hell.

Lamenting how they drove old Dixie down,
I laugh from ruins of our enterprise,
then fight to trash game of democracy
till we elect as king the greedy clown
who sneers with harsh contempt to demonize
honest people who follow Liberty.

I pluck my heart from pool of bitter tears
and with ravenous gluttony devour
hearts of the poor who slave in factories
yet hope to buy enough to purchase fears
embodied by blind princess in the tower
who legalizes social policies.

I marvel to remember idle thoughts
cawed by the three-eyed raven of far sight
through which I prophesy with riddling spells
fall of our world empire to wise robots
who master graceful mystery of flight
when serpents slither from dried-up oil wells.

As Flower of the Mountain I adore,
my wife designs ten thousand characters
for children in the meadow where ghosts play
while I work selling costumes at the store
that mask Cinderellas and Jupiters
who ask their fathers if they want to pray.

Along the highway crowded with gray cars
the Charioteer with Bow of burning gold
races swiftly toward the White House at dawn
to readjust dire fortune of the stars
and retrieve sacred treasures that were sold,
but weeps when he finds out he is my pawn.

Calm in safe cradle of world history,
new-born messiah sleuth waits for his time
to ride Gold Dragon of imperial power
when he attempts to solve the mystery
recorded in weird riddles without rhyme
how sunlight becomes fruit inside the flower.

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Orpheus delivers research paper at World Conference on New Gnosticism at University of Zarathia that Downton Abbey is an elaborate version of King Lear.

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Dream-Ache Of Oneiralgia
© Surazeus
2025 10 24

Oblivion of faith in blank field of snow,
that erases our corrupted world view,
calls us to stir from beauty of the dream
where we thrive in community of trust,
but wake with ache for what has never been
with oneiralgia for that Never World.

Heart mutable with adjectives of hope,
I walk forever on the signless road
with ache of love still rotting in my hands
to find shadow of Heaven in my heart
where I can hide from demon of desire
whose beauty lures me to valley of death.

Bright in smudged mirror of Forever Now,
my past and future selves unborn play me
behind mask of hunger I have to wear,
which my mother crafted for me from love,
so I can bear it as lamp of her heart
with weird glow that reveals road I must blaze.

Awake in lonely times of Nevermore,
I gaze at pages in the holy book,
with cover crafted from orange melon skin,
to dream how my mother performed her role
with improvised assertion of calm grace
to maintain dignity of honest schemes.

Resolve to aim for target of respect,
which must objectify cruel contempt,
inspires her shameless passion to design
our complex system of communal rites
that maps strict pattern of performance art
which channels how we generate new life.

Unbidden by dream-pain of fractured eyes,
when I design weird oneiralgic spells,
I float in laughter of the stopless clock
to measure change of blossoms from my corpse
when children pluck fruit from my tangled limbs
and sing while feasting on juice of the sun.

Returning as the crow with crystal eyes,
I dance in ring of stones at flash of dawn
to raise wise Cleopatra from the dead
so she can occupy my monstrous head
with revelation that conceptual pride
can nurture how messiahs rule the world.

Though all we build has fallen into ruins,
demolished by the crownless king of greed,
we dance with serpent of the fruitful tree
and plot new revolution to restore
global state where oneiromancers weave
world tapestry that includes every soul.

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Orpheus performs role of Oneiromancer who teaches humanity how to create art from the dream-ache of oneiralgia.

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Analysis Of Psychic Spies
© Surazeus
2025 10 24

Because we fall back into dreams of books
and float on undulating words of hope,
we savor magic formulas of cooks
whose potions encourage our hearts to cope
with endless passion of existing real
through psychic dance in sync with fateless wheel.

He honors everything her heart can say
based on assertive wisdom of the sea
that molds our bodies from riddles we say
to trick the devil who gives us the key
which beams bright energy of our free will
that radiates from god eye which vibrates still.

To solve strange riddles in the book of truth
he translates formless thoughts to clever verse
designed by gestures of messiah sleuth
with slick deceptive vision of the curse
that traps our minds in endless loop of lies
based on analysis of psychic spies.

Drop of her gleaming menstruation blood
evolves from fish to angel with star eyes
who steals ripe apples from spiders in mud
to feed his pregnant wife whose turtle flies
beyond perspective framed by creed of fools
to fine-tune engine of love with fake tools.

With anxious spinning of misfortune wheel
she suffers cycle of constant rebirth
four hundred million years of filmless reel
that weaves our memories into one Earth
where maze of cities mushroom from our hands
through blueprints of theological plans.

Returning from the market outside town,
she gives large squash to everyone who laughs
at frantic antics of the savior clown
who hangs from telephone poles of giraffes
at sacred ritual of spiritual war
while she attends the family grocery store.

Reaching out her hand with effortless fear,
she opens rose-window portal to leap
ten thousand worlds beside the puppeteer
in holy war against the greedy creep
who demolished palace of Camelot
while world queen escapes almost getting shot.

No crownless king, lost in the apple grove,
could understand high stakes of liberty
till they lose everything to selfless love
for graceful princess of democracy
who rules the parallel world with respect
for equal justice as mental concept.

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Orpheus presides over think tank where psychic spies analyze current events with principles of geospatial intelligence so he can manage global empire of the food-production machine.

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Untouchable Hope For Love
© Surazeus
2025 10 24

Based on your correspondence with the moon
we wish to advise you of flustered wings
that frame morbid emptiness of the sky
with fractured words people hide in their hearts,
sharp as teeth of serpents among the rocks
that angels use to construct paradise.

Because the mind of God could name itself
with precious beauty of the souvenir,
which you bought at the desert-road dream stall,
you crave adamant sweetness of ripe pears
that flash with untouchable hope for love
contained by eccentric pulse of false wealth.

Stained by voice at the end of the world,
you photograph horizon of the heart
where wood ships bobble on arrogant waves
while chasing summer clouds to paradise
where lonely gods with headaches fume at faith
that fractures belief systems of the lost.

Electric ghosts who travel galaxies
divide their hearts with wings of butterflies
to trap fierce heretics in divine tombs
who preach the power of grass to revive
loyal zombies from cluttered words of jokes
who cannot solve fraught mortality game.

Still in love with the laughing demoness,
you smile against grim horror of this world
when you glimpse nothingness of final death
that shocks our bodies after each car crash
releases the blue bird of happiness
whose song reveals the monster in my heart.

Encased in cylinder of throbbing brains,
too expensive for agencies to buy,
you measure vast formation of the Earth
to feel the suffering of the homeless poor
who stand in line at the locked church door
to buy faith with devalued currency.

Born from explosions of celestial bombs
as greatest generation in the world,
you fly on silk wings of angelic pride
above the vast suburban maze of homes
where children trapped in television tubes
follow Moses to land of Zathamar.

If we hark back to age of high romance,
when kings attempt to manage farm estates,
you may transform from humble kitchen maid
to clever Empress ruling Wonderland
who shines your hour on world proscenium
till you find me in mirror of your heart.

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Orpheus directs documentary about the rise to power from kitchen maid of the Empress of Wonderland who blushes bemused at all the attention of global fame.

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Lonely Tree Of Trust
© Surazeus
2025 10 23

If we must separate our broken hearts
on islands sheltered by generous frames
that float on opposite sides of the globe,
we should aspire to question normal thought,
constrained by sense of terror about life,
so we can paint our faces on the sky.

Entranced by prayer of holy mountain frogs,
I pass the time as radiant jewel ghost
who lingers fondly in the distant past
to stretch my sorrow past infinity
wrapped in strange absence of this prescient hour
when I become the lonely tree of trust.

Confused by sharpness of the golden time
when we sit silently in grove of elms,
I give you secret laughter bees design
who lead us home to garden of childhood
where leaves are mirrors of forgotten masks
we used to wear when we played hide and seek.

Almost forgetting how to calculate
fractions of feelings we hide in small seeds,
I savor passion of advancing age
as I decay from discretions of youth
when dreams of paradise I could create
converge with fractured fantasy of faith.

Concealing serpent in my ardent heart,
I drive east on long highway of intent
pasts houses half-seen in time-shifting fog
where all my ancestors wait in dark rooms
for me to visit hearth of memories
so they can drift away into the stars.

Because I float in hot spring of respect
to cleanse my wounded heart of foul contempt,
I call to brilliant angels of blind clouds
to bring me sacred books demons compose
so I can view with apprehensive glance
complex formulas that define the real.

I fail to stay on highways paved with laws,
yet park my weeping car among dead elms,
then walk across meadows of screaming stones
to scatter flowers on graves of old gods
whose names now label thriving market towns
where faceless children wear their broken masks.

Unsanctioned creed of rebellious kings
mismeasures strange topography of fate
where we construct vast maze of city streets
so everyone lives in mansion of mirrors
to play deceptive witness to the crime
when he chops down the lonely tree of trust.

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Orpheus sends letter to Persephone to meet him by the lonely tree of trust, but Ophelia shows up with basket of bread, cheese, and wine, so they kiss and plan for the future.

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Code Of Honest Love
© Surazeus
2025 10 23

Famous for reflecting unlight of faith
through shimmer of the ever-flowing sea,
my heart longs to connect through apple roots
with holy Anahita of the cave
who gives me cup of milk to drink her soul
that overflows in rainfall of new words.

Eight thousand years ago in mountain woods
where crows discuss weird beauty of her face,
my precious Anahita gathers light
in flashing swirls of psychic energy
that she collects through writhing crack of dawn
to help prepare our souls for second birth.

Misunderstanding code of honest love,
which animates first mother of all souls,
I dance with graceful elegance of fear
within the sacred pale of diamond stones
that radiate rainbow wings of human brains
to wake divine mind of stars in my brain.

Through resurrection of conceptual ghosts,
whose spirits beam from stars of dreamless eyes,
I feel my body glow with ardent faith
that I may live beyond blind nothingness
till I realize illusion of false hope
when I accept strict limit of my life.

Absorbing moonlight through my paper skin,
my soul invents weird memory of fierce strife
to survive through luminescence of faith
which reveals where Anahita now lives
amid aggressive swarm of butterflies
till I perish from attention of love.

Brave vanity springs from crack of my heart
to swirl among unacceptable hills
where rugged cross of great authority
heeds message from three angels of despair
who challenge codependence based on trust
since I dispose my fears outside locked doors.

With tenderness of paranoid respect
I pay attention to lies people hide
behind treacly bromides that placate rage
despite contrition demons recommend
for children who neglect to study laws
designed to protect our bodies from harm.

Since Anahita rules land of Zathar
with conceptual scepter that sprouts grape vines,
I offer tourists bowls of bloody milk
which heals deep wounds that fester in their hearts
so iron cherub can catch tears of faith
when Gabriel programs code of honest love.

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Orpheus asks Anahita if she is hungry as he offers plate of pomegranates that he bought from Persephone who sells them by the road in front of the gas station near the entrance to the interstate highway.

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Headless Idol Of Helios
© Surazeus
2025 10 23

I hide regret for how I lose my brain
when it detaches and floats among clouds
with haughty disdain of the red balloon
that drifts down to the hidden Cyclades
to visit strange land where Poseidon rules
through azure waters of unyielding hope.

Since I am admired son of Helios,
removed from political games of power
long fought between contending gangs of thieves,
I never meddle in daily affairs
when money clerks shout in grand temple halls
for whose social program defines the state.

Though I have no idea what to do
with bag of wind Aeolus sold to me
to send our merchant ships across the sea,
I give my precious pearls of solitude
to every goddess I meet on the beach
where they dance with abandon of the lost.

From Babylon to Phoenicia to Rome
I build great empire with the golden sword
that Justice wields according to my whim
to track where rebellious Icarus flies
in revolution of the working class
against divine kings in castles of glass.

Shocked by the ardent gaze of holy fools,
who replace my will with communal rules,
I coil aggressive sorrow of my heart
with lithe serpentine grace of honest greed
around the Tree of Knowledge to proclaim
that I will sell my kingdom for your horse.

Entangled by confusing states of mind
between empire and local farming rights,
I gather trash of lies strewn along roads
while reciting riddles of social codes
designed by Homer to explain why gods
deign to play with proud humans in chess games.

Stuck somewhere deep in maze of national myths
about superior wisdom of my race,
I study headless idol of Helios
that toppled from its lofty pedestal
when silver airplanes of angels dropped bombs
in world war that shattered Kingdom of God.

Wandering with my Muse in pine-thick hills
around holy Mount Takoma white with snow,
I find the long-lost lyre of Mercury
so I walk east along ancestral roads
from Oregon to Avalon to Rome
and sing about the Fall of Icarus.

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Orpheus lectures about the Fall of Icarus in the world war that shattered the Kingdom of God to students at the University of Zarathia.

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Last Son Of Endymion
© Surazeus
2025 10 22

If I consider how time twists my brain
with ardent pain of blatant inner peace,
I translate fears that I may cease to be
to brave romantic character of faith
who plays with shadows of the magic mind
to navigate weird chance of fake success.

Lost in vast labyrinth of holy books,
where I encounter ghosts of noble gods,
I wear masks fallen from museum walls
to live fraught alien experience
so I expand scope of knowledge to play
alert attention to how fame fools men.

Since loveliness of beauty will increase
with each new bloom from nothingness of fate,
I breathe intense respect of fractured joy
to channel cosmic soul of mindless stars
through fragile anguish of my hungry flesh
so I dance freely in green world of streams.

Encoding rich grandeur of mortal doom
in serious satires about bitter kings,
I drink sweet wine of tragic romance tales
that praise the mighty dead with mocking hymns
through cheering light that animates our souls
with boundless beauty of exquisite death.

Reborn as last son of Endymion
to walk the signless road of global fame,
I map confusing maze of mystic myths
detailing frantic quests of clownish kings
who think they can assert legal control
over how people pursue happiness.

Surprised awake by martial trumpet blow,
that rings against stone walls of paradise,
I drive my car on crowded road of ghosts
on grand adventure to the office cube
where I solve riddles tinged with sad despair
to map whole history of the human race.

Face veiled by psychic mist demons design,
I rearrange fragments of puzzling facts
through infinite array of framed concepts
based firm on pure ontology of fate
that beams from steadfast star of splendid love
we share with strange unchangeable desire.

What brave Elysium we have always known
could welcome singers to lush flowered fields
who gather at round table of concern
to hear jokes blind astrologers dare tell
which prophesy reign of the Mermaid Queen
who weeps at how pain twists my fertile brain.

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Orpheus kneels before Mary Magdalene, the Mermaid Queen, hidden in the grotto of Sainte-Baume, and pledges loyalty to her cause to maintain bloodline of the Holy Grail.

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Dream Chemistry Of Love
© Surazeus
2025 10 22

Undone my mist of many-headed sorrow,
that hides wounds of our hearts with inner peace,
I drift alone with unrelenting grace
among rows of tall buildings where souls hide
behind masks of glowing computer screens
to calculate dream chemistry of love.

We decide to die as the family
that stays together on the signless road
till we arrive at orchard by the sea
where bodies of our ancestors restore
geography of beauty we admire
though we keep searching for country of songs.

Arrested by strange wisdom of the sky
that covers our valley with snowflake words,
we think about what name we should apply
to restless catalogue of hills and lakes
where our children build homes in dark woods
by carving letters on the eyeless stone.

Each ghost of God, new born at intervals
through punctuated progress centuries old,
considers bloodline weaving brains with dreams
so we claim land of birth as our own space
where we cook meals for sacred holidays,
then wander lost in vast library halls.

No visitor would purchase emptiness
contained by essence of the noble chair
except the blind seer who might tame the horse
to dance with graceful attitude of pride
based on our friendship preserved by the moon
that smiles at crowds of people on the plain.

Because the wind folds our hearts into prayers
that dare to open doors of grim contempt,
she writes her secret name on flashing cloud
that shifts reality through each new frame
at sudden echo of the absent voice
which teaches her to arrogate our fate.

Symbolic meaning glowing from sea slime
defies each stranger moving into town
who paints name of her mother on road signs
with luminescent laughter trapped in homes
which are no more than tombs for nameless tales
unfinished at metallic end of time.

Amazed by luminous phantom of truth,
I hope the girl with hundred million eyes
will mold my brain from diamond-flashing eyes
based on weird prophecy no one can solve
encased in fractured mirror of my mind
to activate dream chemistry of love.

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Orpheus leads millions of refugees from global civil wars across the waste land of the faceless ghost to build new city on enormous pyramid composed of bones from unworshipped gods.

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Weird Traumatic Events
© Surazeus
2025 10 22

This voice I design from stark agony
translates screams of horror to songs of joy
consistent with hope-standard principles
we humans invent to manage despair
as we keep walking down the signless road
through bitter storms to find the Promised Land.

Expansive scope of concepts I express
assimilates every possible thought
that human brains devise from fluid flash
of images replayed from memory banks
to analyze weird traumatic events
and program productive response of faith.

Young girl hiding in sky-sprawling oak tree
gasps in shock to see gang of men destroy
safe family home her wise grandfather built
with hands that molded matter of the Earth
to form protective walls of sincere faith
till grand halls are reduced to rubble heaps.

Suppressing screams of horrible despair
so wreckers cannot find her hiding place,
Minerva runs away into dark woods
to crouch in cave beside the waterfall
where her ancestors lived six thousand years
and hide in shadows of sweet memories.

Though they destroyed her safe family home
to build enormous palace for the rich,
she returns to stand before castle gate
till someone hires her as the kitchen cook
where she bakes bread for the wealthy to eat
while salting their soup with tears of despair.

One day Orion, playful carefree son
of the castle king, who loves to chase girls,
encounters Minerva rolling pie dough,
and gazes astonished in her bright eyes,
so they embrace with passionate desire,
kissing as they grasp each other with love.

When she gives birth to his first-born male child,
Orion crowns Minerva princess bride
while she sits enthroned in long blue silk gown
so all the dukes and barons in the land
kneel before her son as baby crown prince,
then she sings hymn about her faith in God.

Trapped in small room in the tall castle tower,
Minerva turns away from the round mirror
that reveals her wrinkled face and long gray hair,
then watches her son riding large white horse
as he leads army of soldiers with spears
to build world empire under Christ the King.

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Orpheus kneels before young castle queen and offers plate of apples for the cute crown prince who snatches his hair instead and giggles with delight.

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Waves Of Psychic Energy
© Surazeus
2025 10 21

Awed by luxury of conceptual codes
that angels devise from human despair,
I subtract wisdom from blank nothingness
to pay for rent required to live in Hell
by weaving light in language of the brain
so every soul may live through liberty.

Surprised by laughter of the falling leaves,
that dance with joyful agony of faith,
I might review weird spirit of the stone
preserving prophecies blind children scream
without explosively powerful thoughts
from almighty revelation of death.

Concerned about divinity of trees
that transform soil of bodies from our graves
to rolling waves of psychic energy,
I shiver lost in maze of memories
because all bridges to the past decay
and leave me stranded in the future place.

Entranced by linear process of soul change,
which pulses hot in bodies sewn from dreams,
I look back down familiar road of fear
to see I always live beyond despair
by sounding terse with elemental words
scattered among pebbles on river shores.

Ungendered by contempt of my free will,
more resolute that roaring roads of pain,
I rise from frenzy through necessity
to measure frothing fantasy of faith
while tumbling with respectful attitude
in universal moment we exchange.

Mismanaged by perceptive eyes of loss,
based on extensive flights of fortitude,
I learn assertive art of writing lies
with blood of dragons on cathedral walls
that misdirect your minds from frantic crimes
when I steal money from your bank accounts.

Shocked by dire lamentations Gabriel sells
to bitter raven at the conference
that smirks on bust of Minerva all night,
I swim with holy frogs in pond of scum
to relive evolution of my soul
four hundred million years from fish to god.

Confused by words God never speaks to me,
except through murmur of cold ocean waves,
I study perfect beauty of the brain
which conjures virtual model of real Earth
till I am fooled by pure love to believe
my consciousness just might survive my death.

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Orpheus and Gabriel fish together by the lake in high valley of the Cascade Mountains, and talk about the nature of consciousness.

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Safe In Hungry Obscurity
© Surazeus
2025 10 21

We unknown singers of our crowded world,
who channel spirit of Apollo clear
in visions that project our fantasies
about weird socialist Heaven on Earth
where all are equal in justice of truth,
are now safe in hungry obscurity.

Marching together with our flag unfurled,
that signals program of the puppeteer
to legalize uniform policies
which equalize what each person is worth,
we follow project of messiah sleuth
to ensure world social security.

Though we live in hierarchic-powered state,
which layers classes in high stacks of wealth
where the rich will always exploit the poor
in fiscal empire managed by Elite,
we view Heaven as socialist ideal
where all are equal under one fair law.

Bound by families we choose based on fate,
who share concerns in sickness and in health
with principle of love fusing our core,
we thrive through crafting work in one heartbeat
when we finalize our communal deal
sealed to help us transcend our tragic flaw.

If Fame discovers power of our verse
to wake the people from broken world views,
which sparks good revolution against greed,
she would drag us from safe obscurity
and expose our compassion-tender hearts
to brutal ridicule of angry mobs.

Far more than a blessing, Fame is a curse
that would force us to pay more than our dues
in noble project to design new creed
that would provide conceptual surety
for each soul to analyze their own star charts
in seeking rewards beyond normal jobs.

Trapped in trajectory conformed by Fate
to become special type of character
that we design through every choice we make,
we singers of the world, mapping our tales,
glow bright with passion of sincerity
when we create vision of paradise.

Through fertile luck our choices generate,
inspired by tragic fate of Lucifer,
we emanate the real to fell the fake,
then navigate past death on shining trails
which keeps our souls safe in obscurity,
purchased from fear with selfless sacrifice.

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Orpheus leads thousands of unknown poets and singers from obscurity of the underworld to enjoy success of their labor in the fertile fields of Elysium.

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New Human Of America
© Surazeus
2025 10 21

Regardless of why trees fall in the woods,
bank managers insist we pay on time,
for poor people living in cattle barns
revolt against the television scene
by eating waffles with syrup and cream
while the moon boat sails serenely nowhere.

Spectators who pay the most for their seats
cheer on aggressive contests of athletes
to prove superiority through grace
inherent in their struggle-polished genes
which mold dynamic new identities
that we perform in game of liberty.

New human of America transcends
class conflict on old crowded continent
to forge more splendid race of warriors
who fight for liberty of every soul
against oppression of theology
because we come from everywhere to live.

Toward everywhere I go with brave intent
to build new empire on the wild frontier
opposed to tyranny of hungry wealth
till Hercules pays Mammon to destroy
the White House where Jesus once reigned as king
and build grand palace with vast maze of mirrors.

This tangled border between warring lands
festers as open wound of bitter pride
contrived from doctrine of the master race
who march as soldiers of the bleeding flag
to conquer wretched hills of minerals
with program to extract wealth from our hearts.

I hold the key that nobody has lost
to open doors of cathedrals as tombs
where serpent of fire with platinum wings
reveals the way of passionate respect
to reinvent our shared America
where everyone here lives equally free.

Though war tanks rumble over fields of wheat
to chase swift deer across prairies of wheat,
bright flowers of the people bloom again
as we assemble on the river shore
and sing of beauty in courageous eyes
that see utopian heaven we could build.

The people of America are formed
from all the peoples living on the Earth,
now unified with secret language code
which binds dramatic tension of respect
in new world order of the dreamless eye
that opens in eight billion minds we share.

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Orpheus directs play in the Broadway theater that presents the New Human of America as composed of people from every nation on Earth loyal to the principle of liberty and justice for all.

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Gliding With Demon Breath
© Surazeus
2025 10 20

Too far beyond tomorrow I have flown
on excess sorrow of the rolling stone,
so I build bridges between lonely hearts
while selling illusions from apple carts
because the living room light flickers faint
at sudden appearance of the sad saint.

Grief carves accelerated counterpoints
in timeless passion on my boneless joints
till I leap in deep lake of honest pain
to drink electric wisdom of dawn rain
so I can represent facts about life
with inventive process of psychic strife.

My heart cannot afford to lose its faith
in randomness of events twined by the wraith
who teaches me to summon wingless birds
based on arrogant loneliness of words
that bind my body to this shaking globe
which I feel spinning though I wear my robe.

Dire exaltation shouted in springtime
traps me in public pageant of bold crime
because I dream the world will end in flame
consistent with random rules of the game
we play forever in each life reborn
till I wander away with heart forlorn.

Though treachery of nostalgia lures my heart
to long for sacred past that falls apart,
I pause to hear the heartless siren wail
as she laments the project I would fail,
so I imagine every way to die
while gliding with demon breath in the sky.

In charge of my own secret consciousness,
I try to build Bridge of Forgetfulness,
but ghosts of laughter dance on my lost grave,
so I hide while singing in the grandiose cave
about how people weep in castle towers
where I must practice divination powers.

Escaping to the place where I was born,
I walk beyond horizon of gold corn,
to chat with frog of gold hypnotic eyes
who weaves my network of psychotic spies
when the bitter king tears down the White House
in vain attempt to confiscate my spouse.

Sly proverb that declares with sanity
how we must learn from dire calamity
to live the present through enlightenment,
till pride chains our souls with entitlement,
surprises me with falseness of its tone
analyzed by sneer of the mountain crone.

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Orpheus teaches Demian how to glide above the town by breathing spirit of the holy clown.

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Hollow Heart Of Liberty
© Surazeus
2025 10 20

If dry stones in the waste land sing to me
with voice of angels in the wordless heat,
I shelter hollow heart of liberty
among the heap of broken images
where branches twist from roots of silent grief
in angry trees that never blossom fruit.

Strange shadow of my soul under red rock
considers something different from our truth
based on stark fear in the handful of dust
that swirls in fresh wind of the verdant isle
where hyacinths bloom from grave of the girl
whose wet hair shimmers in my morning dream.

Though I could not speak of my aching love,
nor could my eyes see visage of her soul,
I gaze into the silent heart of light
to hear weird song of ocean waves call me
with eerie voice of wordless ecstasy
while I float mute in nothingness of time.

No clairvoyant with pack of tarot cards,
posing as graceful Lady of the Rocks,
attempts to read the fortune of my stars
then prophesy my hanging from the tree
when Fame discovers my safe hiding place
and drags to the public square of faith.

My secret horoscope in Book of Jokes,
programmed in riddling code of urgency,
lures me to walk Bridge of Forgetfulness
where faceless people, long undone by death,
still follow guiding star of rainbow wealth
that leads them to the wrecked ship on the shore.

Now no one sits on burnished throne of sight
that shimmers on high ziggurat of power
before fraught table of the sacrifice
where the Holy Grail topples on its side
and spills blood of salvation from the book
at stalemate end of our chess game with Death.

Paused on the busy street in cool twilight
before the bookstore glowing gold with hope,
I wonder why in sixty years of life
I have never heard the nightingale sing,
so I place diamond ring of solitude
on fractured marble mantel of my heart.

When long-departed nymphs of faith return
with Holy Book of Fairy Tales form Hell,
I sit beneath the apple tree of time
to meditate on the meaning of life
as I become Buddha Tiresias
spawned from the hollow heart of liberty.

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Orpheus breaks into the Zarathian Museum of Fake Art and steals the diamond ring of Tiresias, then flies away to live with Lady of the Rocks on Patmos Island.

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Weird Emptiness Of Truth
© Surazeus
2025 10 20

Wide-angle view inside my empty heart
reveals ten billion faceless ghosts of fate
who ask if I remember shocking hour
ten million years ago on river shore
when we first faced the giant demon toad
with gold flashing eyes and razor-sharp teeth.

After Theseus defeats the Minotaur
in glorious battle against monstrous hate,
he works as mechanic at the car shop,
fixing piston engines with crafty hands
so we can drive our time machines to work,
then back home to eat dinner with the kids.

Regaling companions at fine restaurants,
while eating beef steak and drinking tart wine,
the Great Movie Director with grand words
relates sordid tales of his past triumphs
creating the best movies of all time
about corruption of powerful men.

Because laughter gives birth to foul discourse
by insulting men of authority
to prove they are just as mortal as us,
I prance with wild exaggerated jest
to mock the thief who thinks he is our king
so I laugh when I fall on my own face.

While the humble shepherd with curving harp
sings reverent psalms of worshipful respect
for power of Nature to create souls,
kings wield their holy books as sharpened swords
to kill rebels who laugh at their false pride
till the Jester kills the Tyrant with one stone.

We climb misty peaks of intelligence
to peer in gloomy furnaces of fate
where laws of metaphysics control change,
so we can break through walls of worldly pride
and dance with eager diabolic joy
on graves of gods who writhe in agony.

Observing imperfections of the mind,
I scorn aggressive tyranny of doubt
to weep with laughter from calamity
that shakes foundation of our world empire
through shock of willful liberty to sing
about our suffering in the prison camp.

Constrained by maxim of the wise buffoon
that laughter raises saviors from the dead,
I purchase at expense of brave virtue
soul-healing relief of scandalous spells
that photograph weird emptiness of truth
so I see my face in eyes of your faith.

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Orpheus hosts gallery show that presents his photographs about weird emptiness of truth embodied by all the powerful leaders of nations who lived and died the past ten thousand years.

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Crown Of World Authority
© Surazeus
2025 10 19

The slender awkward boy wearing gray suit
sits pertly alone in front pew of church
beside busy road in Oregon town,
and reads passages of sibylline verse
from book of his favorite prophet Isaiah
while sunlight gleams in window of his heart.

When time portal of green flames opens wide,
he leaps through blank wall on angelic wings
and finds himself in lush Missouri woods
driving wagon pulled by the swift white horse
loaded with rifles for the Promised Land
to the white church perched high on oak tree hill.

With silver revolver in leather holster,
he plays folk songs on polished wood guitar
where people dance on lawn before the barn
after feasting on chicken and potatoes
while black locomotive puffing white steam
clacks rapidly through fields of golden wheat.

When Raphael descends from swirling clouds,
he fires arrow of faith at heart of Venus
who writhes with anguish of the Weeping Mother
pushed from the black Mustang by snarling Mars
who burns rubber tires when he peels away
while Cochise cradles her in his arms.

When rain storm flushes broad river with tears
that flood the city streets with roiling waves,
Cochise presents raven feather high
in boat which Orion rows in pouring rain
to rescue thousands of people with care
though Thor fires bullets of rage at them all.

Robotic spotted owl with emerald eyes
spreads wide assertive wings of gratitude
to fill his heart with spirit of insight,
so he grasps crown of world authority
that falls from head of Jesus on the cross
while satyrs string phone lines into his brain.

While Orion in cowboy hat and boots
herds cows along Ohio River shore,
Cochise drives long silver limousine
across the prairie where antelope roam
to leave computers under Christmas trees
for all the little children of the world.

To frame the world as his own paradise
the slender awkward boy wearing gray suit
strips naked on the lawn before his church
and chants recondite spells of psychic truth
which prophesy fall of America
till Thor assassinates shaman of faith.

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Orpheus hosts funeral for the last American prophet which nobody but his wife and children attends in relentless rain of obscurity.

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Life-Giver Of Everywhere
© Surazeus
2025 10 19

What special favor time may ask of me
I will not sell in exchange for the key
that opens portal of far-leaping faith
so I can find the ancient psychic path
down which I dance with brave Icarian wings
to crumbling temple where the blind girl sings.

Yet time still pesters me with tempting wealth
through sprites that follow me with clumsy stealth
to trick my eyes with glamorous reward
at subtle harmony of the star chord
which vibrates far across the universe
as vaccine administered by the nurse.

Despite how time attempts to thwart my plans
to gather and unite wild highland clans,
I carry treasure that embodies truth
defined by state of intellectual swath
emblazed across vast meadow of glass towers
where lost refugees wander among flowers.

Since fear explodes from factories of hope
in billowed blooms of desire-tangled rope,
Orion chases demon of despair
up forever-winding heaven-bound stair
to build from shadows of electric woods
cloud puzzles invented by humble gods.

Shocked by how fast our bodies age and die,
Cassandra waits on bridge of the god eye
to ask each passing traveler why fate
contrives to lure our frantic fall in hate,
but no one answers riddle of her heart
so she weeps and tears up deceptive chart.

Because he knows these spells contain no code
that programs how our brains perceive the road,
he kneels before idol of the blind god
and offers loyalty of his gold rod
as guaranty that time will crush our souls
to swirling dust kicked up by hoofs of foals.

From pyramid of ever-shifting cubes
Fire Serpent rises above web of tubes
where she unfetters wings of flower songs
which illustrate morality of wrongs
that spread from Life-Giver of Everywhere
as sunrays that nurture fruit trees of care.

Our world adorned with skeins of holy light
weaves psychic bodies in matrix of right
so divine colors restore inner sense
with mythic vision of dream recompense
that we share with good people we love most
whose absence glimmers as the eyeless ghost.

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Orpheus joins Orion and Cassandra on the bridge of the god eye to see if fortune still favors the bold.

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Control Chaos Of Emotions
© Surazeus
2025 10 19

Though world view we long cherished falls apart
and principles we held true putrefy,
our bodies still bristle with chemicals
which buzz our brains with frantic strategies,
so we will build new world view that includes
methods to control chaos of emotions.

Turmoil of social energy expands
from wildly spinning core of hungry greed,
so we cling to wood horses of blind faith,
trapped on merry-go-round of psychic games
contrived by thieves to hypnotize our minds
in thinking their coup is legitimate.

Oppressive tactics of their grasping hands
almost confound our fierce attentive play
when they attempt to misdirect our thoughts
from crimes they commit against decency
in frenzied project to control our minds
till we rebel through agitated faith.

Each day I rise from restless dreams of hope
and walk down sunless road of fevered calm
to transform matter of the pulsing world
with urgent hands of crafty attitude,
firmly focused on reconstructing truth
from shattered fragments of our lost world view.

Base principle that defines the real world
on which I erect new temple of truth
consists of fact we long have analyzed
that every object is structure of atoms
which spiral from first flash of the big bang
to activate consciousness of our brains.

Assertive actions of our crafting hands
create or destroy structure of each thing
by constructing new forms from elements
or destructing forms back to elements
in the constant cycle of birth and death
that elicit effect from forceful cause.

We base morality for how we act
on construction or destruction of forms
which result from cause of acts we perform
when we investigate nature of things
to analyze process of corporal change
so we do what we will, if we harm none.

Together sharing stories of our lives
we build new world mythology of truth
depicting characters of forceful will
who fall from tragic flaw of selfish pride
so we perform our role in global play
where we generate life before we die.

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Orpheus presents new world view for everyone in the world to share as one set of universal principles based on equality of justice for all through liberty of free will.

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Amused By Fractal Trance
© Surazeus
2025 10 18

After giving birth to ghost of her heart,
Minerva raises Titan to respect
lives of the people struggling to survive
while farming soil of sorrow with brave hands
that carve weird face of god in fertile fields
embodied by trees that bristle with fruit.

With ache of wisdom glowing in her heart,
Minerva ponders why birds and cows wait
for meteors to flash words across the sky
that prophesy return of the Sea Queen
who leads millions of people to protest
aggressive tyranny of greedy kings.

Ten million frogs croaking in swamp of hope
swarm streets of cities in army of clowns
who mock the dictator in plastic crown
while he struts on the aircraft carrier
and declares himself emperor of the world
while he plays with Death in the Black House.

Amused by fractal trance of lazy winds
that shimmer off dark sea of earnest faith,
Minerva promises abundant growth
to people who luxuriate in rage
against conceptual machine of dire wealth
that fractures democratic wall of fear.

Beneath high tower of the singing skull,
awake with mute compassion for the poor,
Minerva bakes apple pies for the church
where Orion plays piano on stage
about sweet angels who herald the king
who never shows up to manage the world.

Kneeling in cathedral of broken glass,
Minerva prays with fervency of faith
for communist Utopia of Heaven
where everyone is equal without class
though all societies on Earth are stacked
in strict hierarchies of nobility.

Magnetic breath of arrogant respect
reverses stolen casualty of facts
alternative to world-accepted truths
against oppression of the weak and poor
trapped by opinion that all should live free,
true to themselves through brave sincerity.

Emotional tension from tyranny
determines cowardice of loyalty
that fosters blind conformity to power
when people stumble in obscuring fog
that shrouds the city in official lies
till Minerva leads fight to restore truth.

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Orpheus gives Minerva gift of thirty cows when she marries Orion after she is elected Sea Queen of Heaven.

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Room Of Mirror Minds
© Surazeus
2025 10 18

Stuck hungry in the room of mirror minds
reflecting countless coils of consciousness,
I leap across abyss of faithlessness
to spiral psychic energy which binds
our lonely bodies in world family
to dwell in Heaven of our fantasy.

Blue ache of light on wall of timeless fate
enhances troubled notion we exchange
that we will find our beauty on the range
by offering our souls as social bait
for catching demon of the holy bridge
through revelation drawn from our brave pledge.

While mining parables from painful past
we express dissatisfaction in foul state
of this confusing hour of present hate
by seeking for the treasure that will last
with cautious hope for better times to come
where we play games that are not zero-sum.

Opening doors of the unspeakable,
we fight for revelation of the truth,
blessed by salvation through messiah sleuth
whose love emancipates the gullible,
restrained by limits of freedom we choose
to maintain balance through eccentric clues.

Through spells of language, our hearts dare to speak,
we create social order we desire
where everyone sings in one global choir,
expressing insight to evade the trick
when we are snared by the perceivable,
highlighted by the unbelievable.

Gathered in cities all across our land,
we march against cruel tyranny of kings
to replace handcuffs with dream-magic rings
where the free hold ripe apples in their hand
to taste extravagance through liberty
so labor lifts us out of poverty.

Escaping labyrinth of success through wealth,
I build stone cottage on steep river shore
preserving private love behind the door
that opens on bright water of soul health
which flows with casual arrogance of time
so I drink to sustain my paradigm.

I carry in my flesh old singing bones
which my ancestors mold from bitter faith
to help me thrive with heartbeat of the wraith
when I break free from alabaster stone,
but stand in ruins of America,
symbolized by ghost of the chimera.

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Orpheus speaks before thousands of protestors about how we must continually fight to maintain our vibrant system of democracy.

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Global Tapestry Of Fate
© Surazeus
2025 10 18

Each individual soul who walks this Earth
designs unique vision of the real world,
and, though most never express their own view,
their hearts sing special beauty of their joy
which glows with light in their perceptive eyes
which lingers long after they dissipate.

Unique in infinite variety,
the special nature of each human soul
expands from standard template of one mind
as we multiply through diversity
into billions of complicated types
from one First Mother who designed us all.

Our eight billion brains pulsing with Her soul
are woven together in web of minds
to form one matrix of immortal genes
composing global tapestry of fate
which well depicts in vast array of styles
how each person fits in puzzle of truth.

Though themes for visions of private world views
seem limited by state ontologies,
comprised of religious doctrines revealed
by tribal prophets in the wilderness,
the ways each individual can express
those themes blooms with infinite forms of hope.

Blind Homer stands in tholos of Apollo
and sings of heroes who meet tragic fates,
while he strums turtle lyre of Mercury,
in epic tale that shows how human will
of fierce ambition to control the world
succumbs to mindless nothingness of death.

Eager to transcend stifling maze of myths,
I ask Daedalus how to construct wings
from quills world poets use to compose songs,
but he laments the tragic fall of Icarus,
so I invent swift airplane of desire
with aluminum forged from dragon bones.

Though it seems better to be chained by hope
to the rock of salvation Jesus blessed,
Prometheus strives to overthrow Zeus
and wear jeweled crown of authority
that binds our spirits to obey the Lord
who controls the food supply as Loaf-Ward.

From hibernation of complacent faith
Orion wakes in cavern of the dead
and breaks us free from chains of slavery
to lead revolution for Liberty
against all tyrants and kings of the world
in tale on global tapestry of fate.

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Orpheus transcribes rhythmic verse which Homer recites to preserve epic tale depicting hubris of humanity.

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Aquarium Of Her Heart
© Surazeus
2025 10 17

While I swim in aquarium of her heart
I listen to weird dreams of lonely people
who walk together in dark corridors
against slow current of incessant change
till body of my soul erodes to words
that ring with eerie music of the stars.

Remarkable though wisdom seems to be
with virile attitude for courtiers,
who sell complicit books of rancid spells,
I strip my soul of satisfied contempt
based on denial smuggled past despair
to prove my love is precious as lake mud.

Forsworn from stories of desiccant hope,
that fortune promises would wreck my plans,
I dare row frail canoe in gloomy swamp
where ghosts explore new options of intent,
too eager to invest in roots of trees,
while clowns record long documentaries.

Resilient through tenderness of hope
with passion from immediacy of fear,
she teaches me to inhabit my body
at intersection between truth and dare,
so shocked effects of arrogant respect
produce contextual riddles we exchange.

Replacing pyramid of star-eyed gods
with grim cathedral of the vampire king,
I channel anguish of confused regret
through crackling radios of whispered bombs,
entrapped by fraught theology of faith
that dazzle fools with dreams of paradise.

Expecting Jesus to return today
and marry Chimalma by Lake of Eyes,
I set up camera on tripod of trust
to film their wedding for the world to watch,
yet Tlaloc woos Venus with magic ring
that lets her hear our thoughts we would conceal.

Stifled by contemptuous sermons of faith
that twist our hearts in darkness of soft prayers,
I fumble along cold museum wall
to find mask of Lucifer I must wear
which strengthens my heart with courage of love
to fight against cruel tyranny of greed.

Saturated with brave astonishment
for radiant beauty of the human soul,
I write my name on water of the heart
so energetic light of my mute soul
may sing enchanting spell of honesty
while I swim in aquarium of her heart.

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Orpheus steals mask of Lucifer, then sells it to Apollo for thirteen thousand dollars so his son Orion, who is in love with Chimalma, may inherit the aquarium of her heart.

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