Instinct Of My Radar Brain
© Surazeus
2025 11 28

Perceptive instinct of my radar brain
inspires me to emerge from fractured stone
and search for mad gods in the Upside-Down
where angels in wolfskin spread demon wings
and howl with hunger of the human heart
to beam as light that ghosts seek in the dark.

So I switch on fraught flux capacitor
when I confront dire cost of secrecy
that leads me to break free from fear,
embark on rescue mission down in Hell,
and free my people from Hypnotic Toad
who traps their souls in Maze of Holy Creeds.

Beneath the hope-stripped Tree of Life I stand
to open clear doors of perception wide,
extending high antenna of my soul
so I can sense with radar of my brain
bright presence of demonic energy
masked by the pious face of haughty priests.

When snarling pack of wolves with razor teeth
converge on sacred grove of apple trees
where I hide safe in haven of stone walls,
I climb tall Tree of Life with frantic hands
and transform into owl of silent moons
to shoot sharp arrows from bow of desire.

Alert to stranger things in human hearts,
that open jaws of anger to devour
our fertile bodies beaming holy light,
I race alone in trackless woods of fear,
evading fierce demonic wolves of faith,
till I stand firm on bold salvation rock.

Two million years of frantic fantasy
I battle demons of the Upside-Down
with loyal courage for my humble tribe
till our vorpal blades of honesty
slay every monster roaming mirky woods
so we forge Heaven from jungle-wild Hell.

Though I dwell safe in quaint suburban home,
constructed from huge dragon bones of death,
I sense still lurking beyond haven walls
demonic energy of lawless lust
that surges now in hungry hearts of men
possessed by toxic masculinity.

Conceptual instinct of my radar brain
alerts divine attention of my soul
so I wake spirit of grim Jupiter
to fuel dream-engine of my sapient brain
which energizes battery of my heart
to fight for lawful force of global peace.

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Orpheus races through mirky woods of the Upside-Down to help Athena track down and defeat the hungry monster of toxic masculinity which haunts America.

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Mirror Mask Of Mirth
© Surazeus
2025 11 28

Rancid with beautiful thoughts of despair
that spew from heart of darkness in wild flames,
my brain expands conceptual web of truth
through pulsing undulations of new dreams
that trap my soul in weird character tropes
who perform behind mirror mask of mirth.

Assertive spirit, throbbing with delight
through twisted corridors of ardent hope,
inhabits my weak flesh of pulchritude
with putrid potency of painful pride
that prompts my frantic quest for quality
etched as features on mirror mask of mirth.

Far oak-wood leagues of latent larceny
lure my lust-loosed legs to travel swift, forth
against embittered odds of ordered moods,
to mount contracting rays of mated prize
sealed by grim gloom of scheming prophecies
as clever clone in mirror mask of mirth.

Encoded canticles of glamorous chrome
buzz brutishly with unannounced regret
as bottled challenge against climate change
in covert conflict with congress of clowns
who strive to prove meaningless attitudes
perfume paintings on mirror mask of mirth.

No option to prevail through pending wars
provides our hearts with sentences of fate,
trapped by subtle syntax of supreme pride
that fractures special principles we try
when warriors survey battlefields of jokes
suggested to ban mirror mask of mirth.

Routine removal of reserved research
erases thoughtful theories of blind kings
who melt across solar spectrum of space
with activist loyalty through fake oaths
adjacent to our lame athletic art
designed to remold mirror mask of mirth.

Yet who would authorize artistic lust
except biblical attorney from Hell
who sees revenge with audio contempt
to broker deals between strict citizens
who commandeer collections of old stamps
compliant with our mirror mask of mirth.

Confusion clears vast airspace for trite flight
of calm civilians seeking Wonderland
where honest communists organize games
of creative competition to improve
relations between clans of butterflies
who sell polish for mirror mask of mirth.

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Orpheus sells mirror mask of mirth at booth outside the Zarathia Sports Stadium to soccer fans who arrive to watch the world cup game.

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My Weeping Brother Isaiah
© Surazeus
2025 11 28

When wistful winds unwind the burnished sun,
I stroll with my weeping brother Isaiah
across the loneliest prairie on Earth
to catch nameless ghosts of innocent people
killed by invaders in far distant wars
who fall with bitter grace of autumn leaves.

If I escape bomb in the antique clock
to fly away on weird angelic wings,
I may solve paradox of death in life
I find in beauty of bleak winter days
when contrite gods, embodied in bare trees,
ignite courageous yearning in my heart.

Feet bare on glass-sharp ground of frozen faith,
I stroll with my weeping brother Isaiah
to find gloom-glowing Seraphim of Pride
whose eyes spark pure erotic faith in love
when homeless people gather by blank church
to buy salvation from their vampire god.

Lost people who escape from bombed-out homes
project their grotesque loss on locked church doors
at calm chastisement meted out by clowns,
then give their treasures to bankers who stand
with lofty principles on fractured stones
to hear cruel songs strangle the wilderness.

God-born from wretched poverty of hope,
I stroll with my weeping brother Isaiah
down signless road to find the Promised Land
that ever shimmers on sun-slivered hills
as weird mirage that tricks our trusting hearts
so we rejoice that brutal empires fall.

Too many righteous souls with burning books
surround high ziggurat where Ishtar reigns
to claim inalienable right for fake wealth
concealed in social benefits by seals
stamped for approval by our vampire god
who shows us how streams flow down to the sea.

Now bearing Lamp of Liberty in hand,
I stroll with my weeping brother Isaiah
and tattooed angels wearing leather cloaks
who march to fight for vanished vanity
in protest that all conscious creatures die
through hunger for deceptive fairy tales.

Narcissus stares at mirror mask of mirth
with placid lust to play authentic self
shaped by anxiety of fluid faith
for quick transcendence of our mortal vibe
till he looks up and sees face of the girl
who cradles wingless sparrow of his heart.

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Orpheus takes Isaiah to Burger King where they eat hamburgers and fries with lemonade on Thanksgiving Day, then watch the parade of dead gods that humans no longer worship.

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Arbital Thrunt Of Kanthar
© Surazeus
2025 11 28

Each hour the arbital thrunt of Kanthar
extarcates letters of bimuntic fate,
I ponder why markambles intorbate
ancient concepts into modern concerns,
because we humans never pimmelize
whatever tropples we find in our hearts.

So should you ever pertillieve my mask,
that flortles arbantly in sumble wind,
remember hour we umberced in the wabe
where trunkles blython high into the sky
till borogroves disturb our muntle peace
that leaves is gimbling without secret hopes.

Because I have no vorpal sword in hand
to fight the manxome foe of everywhere,
I must rely on uffish bravery
to get me through the brillig hours of fear
in grand crusade against the Puppeteer
who crumps our souls in fiscal slavery.

Possessed by frumious ghost of Phintaral,
who floods my brain with interportal truths,
I race galumphing over dosbart dunes
with momish wings of durl angelic lust
to find last Tumtum tree by brintle lake
that fripples weepingly in turgid joy.

Yet children know how whiffling geebers feel
when they escape corribled cage of faith
to transcend doctricked bounds of holy creeds
with ardent courage to create new truths
extracted from chthonic crusp of time
then build cathedrals of arruvish songs.

Thus when my hands acquite confounded curs,
who wundral blindly with amated hearts,
I shall assemble them on hurtled hills
to lead them on emprize of hollish hope
through mirksome morks of lumpish lartensy
to right our renverst view of history.

Apprised of ruthful semblaunt solemnized
by stark assertion of far-ramping rogues,
I host imbussive tournament of fools
to twyne regressive tyne of timeless angst,
based on unweeting couthness of thrist hearts,
to bardent worship of the Cosmic Wraith.

So when the arbital thrunt of Kanthar
aslakes attainted fury of my heart,
I shall aport beheast of rebel clowns
to overthrow King Midas from garshed throne
and free America from dreariment
so we can ploom from rimbles of our brate.

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Orpheus analyzes the mental malfunction of his skull encased in glass in the Zarathian Museum of Metaphysical Artifacts to comprehend encoded prophecies.

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Fractured Twilight Zone
© Surazeus
2025 11 27

I hear sad crickets reciting their poems
in fractured twilight zone of loneliness,
their domestic concerns of broken hearts
echoing softly through pictureless rooms
as they cross iced Bridge of Forgetfulness
on their way to Heaven without Dream Charts.

I hear in wordless lyrics they recite
fragmented feelings about people they knew
whose faces fade from innocence of time,
so I follow clandestine clues to light
that shimmers subtler than sharp rainbow hue
with heart-enchanting vision of the chime.

I want to empathize with their despair
when my brain channels emotional beams
through radio waves of psychic regret
which they express in clever metaphor,
but I would wander too lost in their dreams
to find my own way beyond their vignette.

I pause on signless road of anywhere
to gaze at bright stars scattered in the sky
which my brain constellates in long-dead souls,
so from my heart wells energy to care
for how they suffer when I ponder why
all humans get stuck in their private roles.

I catch each puzzle piece of broken lives
that gleam in raindrop tears of memories,
then study isolated anecdotes
to comprehend how humanity strives
against fixed fate of gear-clocked tragedies,
and thus arrange sweet lies in clever quotes.

I listen closely to what words they use
describing anxious moments they perform
in awkward scenes of plays they feel trapped in
to solve conundrum of the cynic Muse
who untwists morals of the social norm
to free each spirit from their mannequin.

Ghost of Narcissus whispers in their ears
to trick their souls with anguish of desire
so they write poems in futile quest for fame,
instead of analyzing treasured tears
produced by vanity, to join world choir
that leaves them stranded in the losing game.

I wear soul-twisted mask of Lucifer
to bear high Lamp of Liberty with hope
lost souls can see bright sun of honesty
till they realize I am grim Jupiter
who trains scared refugees with tricks to cope
when poets preserve their tales in tapestry.

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Orpheus hosts International Conference of Confessional Poets at the University of Zarathia where millions of poets gather to share their personal stories of their search for enlightenment through the scripture of verse.

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Wispy Ministers Of Fate
© Surazeus
2025 11 26

When I meet wispy ministers of fate
in fear-entangled woods of shadowed hopes,
I project artful valor to dispel
assiduous regret of tempered trust
with mounting assertion of humbleness
despite inflamed amazement bought by prayer.

Together wrapped in warm embrace of fear
on yellow sands of Neptune, warmed by rays
of that wanton-billowed sun we evade,
we imitate mute creatures with sly play
for cautious arrogance through questioning
based on mutual alliance of brave care.

With bold conception of mortality
we veil our secret fairy land with vines
of random sentences that writhe in wind
that no wise man would trifle for reward
by howling whimsically at owl-eyed moon
before mute darkness disappears our thoughts.

By sweeping subtle dust behind each door,
where gentle Hecate with hallowed curse
displays vain presence of offended pride,
we prove our widely gaping graves of faith
more important than books that never cry,
displacing marvels of dissembling creeds.

Though folly still possesses aching hearts
with clear instructions of unquenched desire,
we bring together fortunes to one space
where cordial negligence of redeemed friends
connects shy strangers through shared suffering
which should enrich our lives with common faith.

Preferment constant with collected codes
denies remembrance calcified with hope
for those allowed to wander undeterred,
yet measure fragments of unpuzzled truths,
as if sweet condemnation could provide
honorable chances for redemptive play.

Enhanced with bravery natural to my isle,
supporting park where Neptune counts his wealth,
I stride with casual conquest to embrace
scaled magnitude of mountainous concepts,
too confident that fortune will be mine
as burnished reward for sincere deeds.

True wretchedness of empty gallantry
bids I expand beyond bounds of belief
within contrived arrest of valiant cause,
based on obedient revolt against lies,
so I may trick strict ministers of fate
to crown my broken heart with laureled mask.

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Orpheus brings basket of figs to Titania who sings haunting melody of desire to minister marriage of Hecate and Neptune.

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Spiral Tide Of Molecules
© Surazeus
2025 11 26

Sad minds that wobble at soft flash of dawn
consider strategies through fraught concern
to measure way around kind obstacles
which bulge from ardent shadows twisted thrice
by which they analyze how paradise
expands through spiral tide of molecules.

My spirit horse, trapped in slow rolling stone,
designs new application so I learn
why moonlight stripes amazing tears of fate
down quiver-frantic walls of singing books
because Pandora gives me secret box
containing maps I use to navigate.

Since I need energy to sew strong seam
that binds my brain to matrix of lost time,
I open flashing door of innocence
to walk world trail that does not yet exist
and find dream realm where ideas persist
so I save logic through indifference.

Strange woman I have never seen before
stares smiling deep inside infinite star
that gleams bright with immensity of truth
revealing secret thoughts all humans hide
that swirl with endless passion of sea tide
from which I rise to play messiah sleuth.

Together we float happy in love trance,
asserting right to create happenstance
that frames conceptual home our bodies form
to shelter children blooming from our souls
who must invent their own new social roles
designed to help them manage psychic storm.

Reluctant laughter cracks foundation stone
which helps us balance loss with earnest gain
through application of our mental force
exploring contours undulating weird
across expansive landscape of each word
we speak with celestial breath of the source.

You ask me with grand solemn voice of pride
how we exchange material through fair trade
which must provide support for fiscal goals
programmed by analysts in cubicles
who measure wisdom based on chemicals
to nourish better angels of our souls.

We balance strong opposing force of hope
through subtle oscillation angling scope
for jovial projects clever gods present
to help mankind transcend our fear of death
through calming meditation of fire breath
that gives us courage to be confident.

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Orpheus designs and hosts art at Zarathian Museum of Art show to display the wide variety of boxes that Pandora creates which explore socio-political forces of materialist oppression of the poor by the wealthy.

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Energy Is Force Of Mass
© Surazeus
2025 11 25

If I assemble puzzle of my brain
before the naked hour my ship comes in
I might discover where the white horse goes
when she escapes on wings of silver snows,
because my face is mirrored by the moon
each time another person dies too soon.

Attending grand reception of the rich
to feast on serpent steak down on the beach,
I network with the corporate kings of fate
who laugh because I always take the bait
since no one answers when I knock on doors
with secret plan to join their global tours.

Erased from dream of time by sudden change
that sends me hiking misty mountain range,
I pause beneath the empty sky of thoughts
to ponder why each organic being rots
while seeking heightened consciousness of truth
when I pick flowers on the golden path.

No arcane object correlates my heart
to flashing stars of fortune on the chart
that Janus left out on his office desk
since I am brave enough to take the risk
by searching for hidden garden of fruit
where thieves disguised as kings hide stolen loot.

Appointed by Jupiter before dawn
to manage government affairs through plan
devised by lady of the lake who dreams,
I set out to map all the winding streams
that flow from mountains of snow to the sea
so I can teach people how to be free.

Answers people hear blowing in the wind
cannot explain strange morals of each trend
that people follow through sly trick of fame
untwisting morals coiled to fret the game
when I strum lyre of Mercury with class
and sing how energy is force of mass.

Opposed to fiscal slavery of faith
that tricks good people to worship Star Wraith,
I play reluctant jester of the bank
confused by social order without rank
where souls ascend hierarchy of state power
presided over by seer in the tower.

I place each piece of information right
in still-expanding puzzle of brain light
to readjust world view I conjure whole
from fragments of old myths composing role
I play as celestial King of the Hill
who insists that all mortals have free will.

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Orpheus teaches class on physics at the University of Zarathia in attempt to explain unified field theory of psychic sorcery.

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Celestial Loan Of Light
© Surazeus
2025 11 25

Though cars cannot remember where I drive
within conceptual purview of my brain,
I strive to transcend limits of my soul
so I may gain salvation when I pay
high interest on celestial loan of light
that fuels my journey to the Promised Land.

I weave extensive thread of my brain-soul
through door of every building in the world
I enter on my journey through its maze
that weaves immortal spirit of my name
in shimmering fabric of our matrix mind
till my face glows on tapestry of time.

When I discover timeless Tree of Truth
blooming with apples by the River Styx,
I carve face of my whole ancestral soul,
then wear its features as mask of my brain
so strangers know who I pretend to play
in social drama of this global age.

Yet I keep disappearing through each door
where I float lost on angel wings of faith
because no one remembers who I am
as humble offspring of the cosmic wraith,
trapped in ever-twisting maze of my pride
till I fall off the cliff into the sea.

While drowning in deep sea of memories,
I manifest metal shell of my car
so I can journey forth through inner space
till I arrive on the lush new-world shore
where I forge keys from energy of hope
to build new state from ruins of the old.

Erecting system that favors my power
in long fiscal game of capture the flag,
I blaze legal roads of psychic control
to channel traffic of creative force
composing corporate structures of my brain
which preserves lustful passion of my heart.

Homeless and hungry at the pearly gates,
after losing in the stock market crash,
I play guitar and sing ache of the heart
on stage where no one pays me any mind
till my soul dissipates into car exhaust
when my voice vibrates on the radio.

Once I pay back celestial loan of light,
issued by World Jupiterian Bank,
I perform role of Lucifer the Wise
in political play for social power
which is always won by girl in the tower
who rewards me well for my sacrifice.

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Orpheus drives his car on the endless highway of ambition to find the last museum in the world full of broken memories.

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Realms Of Endless Change
© Surazeus
2025 11 24

Reluctant aeronaut suited in steel
accepts droll mission from brave Jupiter,
stair-sweeper in lighthouse of immense gloom,
to find lost treasure forged from secret eggs
exposed by tongueless seeker from gray hills,
but sits all day on bench by the town hall.

Extracting elements of the True Self
from twisted sentences of holy books,
one-sandaled Jason steals the last glass door
from bleak castle of Doctor Frankenstein
whose ghost sneaks up behind me at midnight
so I replace the batteries of my brain.

Deprogrammed by wise witch of Zathamar,
who studies at the Lenin Institute,
teenage Narcissus learns to play guitar
then sings The Sounds of Silence by the bank
where Jupiter conspires with Artemis
to fund small companies with generous terms.

Alert confusion woven from white lies
reveals clandestine motive of the owl
to buy old manuscripts for state archives
once stolen from hidden underground tombs
to prove God is illusion of mankind
designed with the best features dead kings.

Struck by strange portrait of the singing horse
that hangs above fireplace mantle of pride,
Narcissus sits beside the sparkling stream
and strums guitar to practice singing spells
in shocking harmony with falling bombs
though he longs to run and hide in the hills.

Because the grand world has no need of me,
I leave prayers in lighthouse far from the sea
suspended between realms of endless change
to prove I am no more important at all
than subtle beauty of wind in the grass,
so I record her wise proverbs on tape.

Though Jason drowns every day in the sea
he clings safely to the secret belief
that every human lost in maze of hope
is more important than our long-dead gods
despite dire warning of electric storms
that flash in tune with television themes.

If I participate in all your schemes
oppressing people of the Earth with debt
then I gain power of political fear
to earn excessive votes of greedy fools
who try to escape realms of endless change
till we all vanish as dust in the wind.

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Orpheus explains the Realm of Ideas, which Christians call Heaven, devised by Plato to describe linguistic psychology.

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Catullus With Serpent Eyes
© Surazeus
2025 11 24

While I dwell in garden of insolence
I pretend to be the most unique soul
who ever dares project breath of hot flesh
against refractive prism of the world
which cannot see me with indifferent mind
so I can accept my death with grim grace.

Thus I play guardian for the rights of Man
by mocking tyrants on their fragile thrones
then packing fractured skull of innocence
in suitcase sewn from skin of devil wings
when I ride cruise ship west to Avalon
where no one knows the things that I have done.

I ask God what he will do when I die,
if he will drink light of my shattered soul,
or wear my flesh as garment of his goal,
since I am silent words of sea-smooth stones
that clatter soft in empty house of bones,
but he says naught, so I am not afraid.

Suddenly awake in huge doorless house
veiled by enormous hollyhocks of faith,
I write names of the dead on endless walls
while shopping for fruit in the grocery store,
erased by ocean waves of honest time,
but no one hears me read their names in rain.

If I would learn to sing of noble love
perhaps brave Catullus with serpent eyes
may steal the ancient lyre of Mercury
from grand museum by the River Styx
and train my hands with graceful agony
to feature beauty of my loyal bride.

Since I was born in garden of cracked skulls
one hour before the savior of the world,
I live in safe obscurity from fame
far from the stage where clowns play politics
where I map history of humanity
to prove we are no more than singing fish.

My feathered wings of ardent hope for love
may crystallize from wordless ice of truth,
but I express compassion for all souls
in lofty chronicle of measured verse
recording grand events as they occur
to highlight hero of this stormy age.

Stupendous future molded by our votes
provides framework for discipline of rage
where we communicate our special terms
transforming modes of apprehending love
so we share feelings in circle of masks
that reflect assumptions our eyes project.

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Orpheus teaches Catullus how to compose elegant verse that could transform society of the empire with innocence of selfless love.

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My Heart Glows Full
© Surazeus
2025 11 23

My heart glows full with beauty of our world
so I paint only truth I want to see
about sad singers stuck on city streets
who strum guitars and sing ache of the blues
while piston-engine cars of eager hope
drown out their voices with commercial roar.

My heart beats quick in ardent harmony
with hammer blow of smiths on anvil brains
to forge sharp sword of justice from despair
so warriors wield shields of honest law
in war against cruel tyrants on gold thrones
to free humanity from corporate greed.

My heart pumps brave with river-current flow
when I dip oar with strong courageous hope
and stroke intense compassion for mankind
to drive my boat to heartland of the world
where I step forth on shore of distant lands
with clear intention to explore weird Earth.

My heart asserts high undulating waves
when I take arms against deep troubling sea
that laughs at my aggressive vanity
while surging nonchalantly with the moon
that breaks enormous mountains into sand
where I dance laughing on slow-shifting truth.

My heart blooms spindly lilacs of stark faith
for walking wounded warriors without hands
who hold strange beauty of the faceless sun
in open flowers smooth as lacquered eyes
with frantic memories that convey with pride
our mortal message on bright fields of snow.

My heart fires pistons with rapid acclaim
as driving force constructing halls of sense
in vast cathedral space with hoarded words
dispensed by pile-driver wealth of lost time
embodied by scent of madeleine cake
that triggers memories of exploding bombs.

My heart beams riddled with eccentric tones
through clumsy subtlety of formal games
despite grim sloppiness of solemn faith
appropriate for tricks lost children learn
when they throw stones at idols of dead gods
who crumble into bureaucratic forms.

My heart confirms its soul with self-control,
so good we do will ever be our task
through metric relativity of time
that leaves us stranded in ruins of faith
where wingless angels search for photographs
that fall from Tree of Fame in constant change.

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Orpheus performs surgery to replace bleeding heart of Jesus with assault-rifle heart of Jupiter.

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Numberless Doors Of Fate
© Surazeus
2025 11 23

Thoughtlessly eager to revive the dead,
the old gray-haired woman with serpent eyes
walks cobblestone streets in swirling green fog
with large leather bag of truth that contains
skulls of Hamlet, Orpheus, and Sobek
which all prophesy the end of the world.

Yet heart-broken Jester with frozen smile,
carved into his soft face by Hanuman,
offers Morticia ride home to Berlin
so she alights in swift carriage with Death
where they play chess over souls of the dead
who stand inside numberless doors of fate.

Waiting at the Neuschwanstein Castle gate,
Krishna welcomes Morticia with stiff bow
then leads her up winding steps to the tower
where Nostradamus peers in crystal ball
while teaching Rapunzel to analyze
events that will happen in games of power.

Before Morticia opens bag with skulls,
Jupiter teleports from Babylon
through mirror portal that reflects her mask,
and tries to abduct Rapunzel as bride,
but Morticia hurls three needles of blame
that pierce his heart with paralysis.

Binding body of Jupiter with wires
that connect all souls to the world wide web,
Rapunzel transforms him into the owl
that always hoots outside window at dawn
where Percival writes verses on lamb skin
about his longing for girl in the tower.

While strolling in lush park on river shore
with yellow umbrella shading her face,
Rapunzel spies in the afternoon crowd
wild-haired Percival wearing slim black suit,
so she pretends to trip in his open arms,
and they gaze at each other in surprise.

Blushing as they stroll on the castle lawn
around the fountain where Neptune reclines,
Rapunzel and Percival obfuscate
passionate desire they feel to make love
with polite inquiries in family wealth,
till they find three skulls singing by the pond.

Ghosts of Narcissus and Echo appear,
conjured by Morticia from graves of fear,
so Rapunzel and Percival embrace
and make love with wild spinning of the Earth,
then raise three children with moral respect
safe within their numberless doors of fate.

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Orpheus asks Hamlet if he remembers that day in Florence centuries ago when they taught young Michelangelo how to paint human bodies.

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Laika Floats In Outer Space
© Surazeus
2025 11 23

I doubt Laika flew far enough away
from Earth to see it as small ball for play,
nor did she live just long enough to see
beautiful vastness of our azure sea,
for she died when the capsule glowed too hot,
so she cannot run in Heaven with God.

Ivan stares out cracked window at the place
where Laika used to show her cheerful face,
then peers at silver mirror of the sky
to calculate where Sputnik may soon fly,
but all he sees are twinkling stars of ice
that prove there is no perfect paradise.

While typing short poems in Acmeist style,
that depict man of nature without guile
because he plows black Earth for noble cause
in harmony with universal laws,
Ivan sees black car brake outside his door
so he huddles terrified on the floor.

Trembling in fear as the secret police
arrest his neighbor who had called for peace,
Ivan hides small in shadow of despair
while they drag someone thumping down the stair,
then breathes again when tires squeal in the night
so he drinks cold vodka by candlelight.

Vowing to escape prison of the state,
Ivan leaves beef bone on cracked dinner plate,
then flees in snow-trapped woods of faceless ghouls
past abandoned churches and shuttered schools
with frantic intensity of the deer
that scampers from the hunter in blind fear.

Slipping through thick tangled bushes of hope
on freezing Christmas night down rugged slope,
Ivan wriggles under tall barbed-wire fence
to escape Heaven without penitence,
then races toward lush land of liberty
to live with free will in dire poverty.

Just as he nears locked gate of paradise
and leaps to soar on wings of joyful vice,
Ivan feels bullet of authority
strike his spine with jolt of absurdity,
so he falls tangled on barbed-wire of death
where he dangles high as he gasps for breath.

Hanging upside down on tangled barbed-wire,
Ivan listens to the heavenly choir
sing grandiose Ode to Joy Beethoven wrote,
then sees with surprise where angels may float
Sputnik blinking among stars of his dream,
so he and Laika stroll by sparkling stream.

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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury while Laika and Ivan follow him from the Underworld so they may play ball with Earth in Elysian Fields.

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Absence Of Souls We Love
© Surazeus
2025 11 23

My international thoughts trigger trees
to scream about morality of hope
which humans dig from caverns of desire
then forge computers programmed with dream code
that help our species evolve from star slime
so we can dance with joy in grim twilight.

Based on electric innocence of eggs
we leap from cliff of arrogant dismay
to float high above bottomless abyss
where spirits of the dead lurk in our hearts
with thirst of vampires for eternal life
though we hide our fears in cute fairy tales.

Each moment of awareness our brains beam
we stand on sharp edge of eternity,
unbalanced by lithe vertigo of faith,
yet we assert emboldened steps of trust
to manage how time still unwinds our hearts
because ghosts are absence of souls we love.

So I dip cautious foot of curious fear
in gushing stream of time that swirls with light
to feel how currents of communal change
affect society through choice I make
to take the signless road less traveled by
when I set out colonize the world.

While sitting at wood desk in upper room
of my apartment on Dream Avenue,
I listen to sharp sounds of busyness
in car engines and childish shouts of play
which I translate to story of the soul
while typing letters on blank page of time.

High literary attributes of fate
describe conceptual actions people take
through each encounter of the seventh kind
in face to face transactions in dream states
which fuels commercial life of world empires
when agents organize corporate exchange.

I watch ten million sons of Icarus
fly swift around in Heaven above Earth
to broker contracts between businesses
who buy and sell our manufactured goods
in games that define castle comedies
directed by King Lear who lost his crown.

Yet in the end all I can think about
is how much I adore my loyal spouse
who walks our way of life with me each day
on countless roads already blazed and named
by hungry humans for ten thousand years
which all lead back to the garden of ghosts.

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Orpheus feels absence of Eurydice as the shimmering ghost of her vanished personality who haunts his steps wherever he goes to sing in villages across the land from sea to shining sea.

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Vision Of Star Truth
© Surazeus
2025 11 22

She cries out frantically in gentle song
through charming melodies of bitter angst
that scares everyone with terror of death
which they hide with calm mask of holy faith
as they kneel around her in glowing grass
and pray for salvation to empty skies.

Frail girl in long black dress of subtle lace
stands rigid under scarlet-glitter moon
to bear huge heavy book of ancient tales,
and chants expansive vision of star truth
to prophesy with eloquent discourse
how messiah sleuth rules the world with love.

Eyes gleaming with faith in goodness of man,
young Ellen describes with sea-solemn voice
how noble man who treasures human souls
descends stairway from Heaven on broad wings
that shelter fragile human souls with care
to guide each wanderer to paradise.

Brave Michael wielding brilliant sword of faith,
that he forged from meteor which fell to Earth,
leaps forth from ziggurat where Ishtar reigns
and hunts down wealthy men, who hide in towers
as they enslave people trapped by huge debts,
to free slaves so they farm on river shores.

After Michael defeats and arrests men
who enslave free humans for their own gain,
he leads the newly-freed wanderers safe
to build new colonies on river shores
where their descendants thrive and multiply
ten thousand years into empires of farms.

Strong men who organize armies of orphans
conquer vast farmlands from towers of greed
then crown themselves as divine gods on Earth
who exploit people with ownership laws
and kill rebels against imperial power
to secure tyranny of endless rule.

Jesus fights against tyrannical thieves
to free people of Earth from empire states
so every individual may learn skill
that contributes wealth to the public good
where those who work with crafting hands of faith
may prosper through compassion of their hearts.

Exhausted after preaching sacred truth
while possessed by Spirit of Liberty,
American Pythia with star-bright eyes
lies mute on Earth till wings sprout from her heart,
then she ascends on wings of writhing flame
to vanish in the empty godless sky.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury while Ellen prophesies how Jesus will defeat all tyrannical kings so people of Earth may live free in democratic republics based on liberty and justice for all.

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Every Soul Who Lived
© Surazeus
2025 11 22

They drift into my hands as flakes of snow,
all the faceless ghosts that wander the world
four hundred million years of flashing faith
who beam from every being who ever lived
since we began to evolve from the sea,
and each soul whispers their tale in my heart.

I write the secret name of each mute ghost
with runes of prophecy in shifting sands
so Fate remembers every soul who lived
though they have vanished into swirling dust
for every atom that composes Earth
once shimmered in the brains of living beings.

Each atom woven in net of my brain
was drop of water falling from the sky
refracting clear immortal light of hope
which energizes battery of my brain
so I sing now with voice of all the dead
who ask me to embody them with pride.

When I see Icarus among the clouds
reaching hopelessly toward the eyeless sun
with longing ache to reach Realm of Ideas
where Loving Craftsman creates conscious souls,
I cheer his flight beyond our changing world
though he falls back to Earth as flakes of snow.

When I see Lucifer in crystal halls
wrestle Jupiter over crown of power
to free humans from tyranny of greed
so we can live through talent of our skill,
I cheer his crusade to charge liberty
though he falls back to Earth as flakes of snow.

When I see Earendel, brightest of Angels,
bring light of wisdom to nations of men
based on justice and liberty for all
then guide mankind with lamp of prophecy,
I cheer his message of democracy
though he falls back to Earth as flakes of snow.

When I see Orpheus emerge from Hell
while strumming lyre of Mercury with faith
to lead ghosts of the dead to paradise
where they haunt me while I wrote poetry,
I cheer his quest to rescue souls from death
though he falls back to Earth as flakes of snow.

When I see Jesus descend from Glow Cloud
on flashing starship of ethereal drives
to nurture spirit of each conscious soul
so they grow to reflect image of God,
I cheer his reign supporting us with love
though he falls back to Earth as flakes of snow.

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Orpheus joins Icarus, Lucifer, Earendel, and Jesus to conduct panel on prophetic poetry at the annual conference for the Academy of Zarathian Poets at the University of Zarathia.

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My Motherland Of Scythia
© Surazeus
2025 11 22

If happiness sucks life out of our bones
with monumental typhoon of contempt
after we buy it packaged at the store,
perhaps we could return to river vale
where we tend chickens and cows on the farm
to avoid causing lush Nature more harm.

Ten million years from now on spinning Earth
new species of conscious organic souls
that evolve from fertile womb of the sea
may carve our bones into musical flutes
and play such sweet heart-aching melodies
that sorrow could translate our memories.

Yet I spend my non-working leisure hours
watching stories about romantic strife
between two people whose aggressive clash
sparks passionate love of trust-forged respect
so they generate children from desire
who in turn join our world romantic choir.

Though I found my soul mate in this strange life
on the other side of our spinning world
so we raise two children combining our genes,
they are whole separate souls outside my mind
who will journey new roads on their own quests
after they bury my books in wood chests.

If sorrow forges courage in our bones
with Herculean honesty of faith
after we sell it on the drama stage,
perhaps we could oppose harsh tyranny
to free our bodies and souls from fake debt
to prove we are not some weak marionette.

Ten million years ago on spinning Earth
we swung with joyful energy of hope
through endless canopy of fruitful trees
in Garden of Eden around the globe
before we formed aggressive nation states
ruled from safe Heavens locked with pearly gates.

Now I spend my dream-crafting labor hours
composing stories about faceless souls
who program mental malfunction with grace
to transcend fear from nothingness of death
and follow Orpheus strumming his lyre
who leads us all home to our humble shire.

Though I wandered years far across the land,
performing songs from sea to shining sea
in quest to become my Essential Me,
I lounge at home in Appalachian hills
because my motherland of Scythia
beams from my heart to form Zarathia.

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Orpheus teaches classes on the history and literature of Scythia at the University of Zarathia, then hangs out in coffee shops where students play guitar and read poetry.

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Room Four Zero Four
© Surazeus
2025 11 22

Sweet ghost in room four zero four knows why
humans are wingless angels in flesh form
who search for illusion of Heaven on Earth
yet find spirit of God inside our brains
aching to comprehend nature of light
that flares forth from first flash of the big bang.

Mad king in room four zero four declares
royal authority of the whole world,
but know no one ever knows his secret name
so he pretends to play the happy game
employed to write news stories that portray
moral consequence of each human choice.

Sad queen in room four zero four recalls
weird hour she first sees kind Lucifer fall
from high position as bank president
to wander lost now in the city maze
as homeless drunk who mumbles to himself,
so she calls her old mother in Taiwan.

Weird clown in room four zero four decides
to hitchhike nowhere sea to shining sea
and play guitar while singing grunge folk songs
after Phoebus taught him how to compose
stories in verse that present common men
as social heroes who fight tyranny.

Blues singer in room four zero four groans
at pain of cancer eating at his heart,
then steps on stage in dark Chicago bar
and howls fierce anguish of the human heart
that suffers agony of broken dreams
with longing for false paradise of hope.

Shy typist in room four zero four paints
portraits of elves in grand fantasy tales
with almond eyes and long thick sparkling hair
who represent projection of her soul,
then sits in frilled dress that hides her round hips
and types company correspondence well.

Tall model in room four zero four sews
elaborate scenes of county towns and farms
with buildings and characters from folk tales,
then wears high fashion dresses and slim slacks
through eclectic minimal luxury
while striding gracefully on fame-lit stage.

Mute seer in room four zero four encodes
political events in clever fables
which satirize cash-greedy billionaires
who enslave people with corporate debt
till messiah sleuth breaks monopoly
and founds new United Nations of Earth.

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Orpheus signs lease to rent room four zero four in the old haunted apartment building on Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village to compose grunge folk songs for his next album.

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Upgraded World View
© Surazeus
2025 11 21

If I can fly till the end of the world
then I will draw pictures of all my friends
in book of angels floating on the lake
with wonderous attitude of batteries
charged with fierce competence of social games
despite alluring consequence of fame.

Cosmetic mask of indecisive faults,
still in compliance with ancestral laws,
conceals true continental heart of hope
through ardent discipline of extreme faith
exceeding focus of fantastic speech
unbiased toward bland strangers on the street.

Upgraded world view of transmitted truths,
based on virtual vanity of respect
for how trees sing with protocols of power,
presents precise publicity of faith
no honest pioneer discards with rage
for which I am most qualified to sell.

Pursuant to their unrecognized clause,
consistent with notations children break,
brave oracle directs world orchestra
in partnership with monitors for love
despite objective ploy through mysteries
because we are observers of our fate.

Forbidden equity of gradual growth,
esteemed by generous galleries of gain,
provides calm guardian with fake guarantees
since land titles purchased on the foggy bridge
defy conceptual gravity of greed,
ensuring every enterprise may fail.

Compliance with currency devils deal
in gamble to require immortal urge
attracts more deviant puppeteers of power
than is convenient for my global reign
so I should cite adhesive aerospace
appendix for program to conquer death.

Affected robot of dire infancy
decides to play brave advocate of fear
annoyed by slow advancement gods conceal
as honest architect of our world state
when seeking tired approval from sad ghosts
who challenge copyright of curious clowns.

Doctoral dissertation of dividends,
exerting exclusive code of desire,
develops sad compliance jesters bear
with earned denial of encrypted tales
depicting heroes who fly without wings
to abrogate casino charity.

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Orpheus earns degree as doctor of philosophy by composing application program code that causes brains of humans to experience the process of becoming enlightened enough to accept death.

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Stageless Cape Of Fame
© Surazeus
2025 11 21

Sometimes I like to stop and speculate
on why my face appears on mirror moon
as flame-contorting ghost of innocence
that beams demonic energy of faith
through psychic prism of my dreaming brain
so I reinvent who I am today.

While I stroll casually down city street
in crooked urban zone of food cafes
I shroud my soul in stageless cape of fame
to hide blank nothingness of my real self
behind mask of the wizard that I wear
because I pretend no one else exists.

Delusion that my existence in flesh
vibrates with divine consciousness of stars
beams brilliant as lamp of Diogenes
exposing plain fact that no honest man
walks anywhere in urban maze of greed
so I pretend I care not for their lies.

Assigned to paint on brick wall of the square
complex mural depicting characters
who represent soul of America,
I wake my mind with vision of bold strife
social heroes perform on crowded streets
when they fight for lawful right to live well.

No matter race or creed each person plays
based on genetic code of mental sight
we all share grand stage of America
to solve dramatic tensions of each tribe
contending to erase our differences
and live through principle of liberty.

When gangs of thugs with black face masks and guns
attempt to deport natives of this land
to clear space for invaders to live free,
we band together with plan to protect
every person working to create wealth
in honest labor for the common good.

As I walk through vast maze of human myths
to relive strange historical events,
I find my true self, forged in flames of fear,
emerge with courage of communal strength
to help each other live free in this land
that nourishes our souls with holy wind.

So when sudden forces of social change
spur me to rise from teeming crowd of loss,
I stride from grave with stageless cape of fame
and strum the lyre of Mercury and sing
inspiring anthem of national pride
to follow Onatah in march for truth.

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Orpheus presents Onatah as spirit of the new America from which we construct global society where every person is equal in justice and liberty.

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Puzzle Of My Woke Sky
© Surazeus
2025 11 20

Now I will reflect upon my woke sky
to save the world from slick incompetence
with joyful laughter of harrowing faith
that channels energy of fraught despair
to fuel my quest to build the Promised Land
from fractured memories of potent minds.

Through ballistic dance under my woke sky
as wingless angel with sun-spotted mind
I shall narrate in tapestry of faith
conceptual schemes of purged utility
through objective correlative of tricks
designed to fool the faithful with sweet lies.

Still assembling puzzle of my woke sky
from disconcerting truths of bitter jokes,
I knock slow on every numberless door
to find the hero of the modern world
who could lead army of the bleeding cross
to cast our devil in the pit of fire.

Alarmed by cruel jester of my woke sky
because he clings to ring of arrogance,
I ride white horse off the merry-go-round
in revolution of the working class
to reclaim wisdom of the burning book
while Cinderella bakes us chocolate cake.

Alert with convenience of my woke sky
through deviant expectations of the rich,
I calculate how long our dream will last
when we rebuild the Argo with new wood
to sail the seven seas with cameras,
commissioned to record why empires fall.

Concerned about death rays from my woke sky
that radiate fragile souls of privilege
with intercontinental tweets of crows,
I wrestle radioactive angel of death
to climb the stairway to Heaven at dawn
where Jesus waits for me with nuclear eyes.

Impressed by thunderstorm of my woke sky,
I sit on bench beside the surging sea
and watch ships heaped with containers of souls
bring treasures of our hearts to distant lands
because I hold your lost dreams in my hands
and feel their wings beat with divine respect.

One trembling star that gleams in my woke sky
illuminates confusing world of souls
with brilliant beauty of this wretched life
so after all our wars for thought control
we hold hands in the ring of shining stones
and sing of peace we never will achieve.

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Orpheus teaches new generation of university students how to analyze complex puzzle of the woke sky so they can create paradise on Earth where everyone is equal in justice and liberty.

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Immortal Soul Of Light
© Surazeus
2025 11 20

Each evening once per week when I take out
garbage bags of my foul anxiety
I stand some time beneath the star-bound sky
and contemplate strange mystery of our being
as fierce organic creatures of blind faith
acute enough to ponder why we are.

I hear soft wordless songs of forest sprites
resonate with immortal soul of light
which radiates from organic physiques
through wicked emanation of desire
to transcend sudden nothingness of death
by generating life before we die.

Tall oak trees reach stiff arms of ardent hope
toward invisible Heaven of Fate
with wordless agony of chemicals
to spiral back toward original eye
from which our universe flared forth as flash
of psychic energy we term divine.

So I too reach my wingless arms of faith
high toward celestial realm of ageless God
that my ancestors long believed is real
with searing ache to soar on divine breath
awake from seething planet of hot goop,
but still I dream trapped in this mortal frame.

Since Pythagoras taught immortal soul
beams down from stars to animate our bodies
and then returns to rejuvenate in stars,
humans have clung to illusion of life
after death with desperate angst of faith,
but still we die and crumble into dust.

Though atoms that compose my frame of flesh
recycle endlessly in swirls of change
as they transform from rain to soil to plants
to animals with conscious dreaming brains,
this divine sense of my self as unique
will vanish when my soul-body decays.

My brain assembles memories of sense
in complex puzzle that depicts our world
through narrative I convert to grand myth
that portrays my quest to discover truth
as holy mission of messiah sleuth
till I fall in my grave and disappear.

Unless I code narrative of my life
in epic tale to preserve memories
as virtual world my brain conjures in verse,
my vision of this complex universe
disintegrates into waves of the sea
so I map my journey before I die.

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Orpheus recites epic tale of his quest to retrieve soul of his dead wife from the underworld, and how he failed because there is no resurrection from death.

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Sudden Shock Of Cognizance
© Surazeus
2025 11 19

Nineteen years before the empire will fall
Jake wrenches upward from brain-tangled sleep
to slouch dazed on edge of the broken bed,
hair more ruffled than wind-blown raven wings,
and stares bleak-eyed out smudged window of angst
at cars racing swiftly on highway bridge.

Tugging on torn jeans and tattered tee-shirt,
and trudging out the door in untied shoes,
Jake wanders with the frantic crowd of sheep
with bored wolf eyes in late autumn sun glare
to flop on iron bench by the book store
and watch the world grow wealthy without him.

Emerging from dazed numbness of despair,
that paralyzes his cumbersome heart
with tedious nonchalance of earnest dread,
Jake stares with sudden shock of cognizance
from turbid apprehension of grim gloom
at lurid faces reflecting his horror.

Ten thousand years after he tames the horse
Jake sneers at people in arrogant suits
who strut with pride at employment of faith
with contempt that they are robots of greed
willing to bow with obsequious fawning
through servility to power of wealth.

Lurching to his feet with sudden insight
when holy spirit of the great blue sky
flashes bright in pulsing sponge of his brain,
Jake raps expansive sermon in taut verse
of rhyme-asserting prophecy for truth
presenting moral virtues of great men.

Though some slow down and listen to his spell
preaching complex analysis of life
through logical deductions of the heart
that offer solutions to global problems,
Jake never notices that people drop
money in his hat as they hurry past.

Exhausted from hours of preaching hard truth
through deep perceptive verses about life,
Jake spreads Icarian wings of solitude
and floats away into the sparkling sky
in glorious ascension up to Heaven
where Jesus welcomes him to paradise.

Two thousand years after Jesus leaves Earth
Jake eats hamburger in the city park
then wanders back home where he pays the rent
with fractured fragments of his bleeding bones,
and falls asleep in tangled sheets of faith
to dream he is the raven Odin tends.

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Orpheus secretly films the mad prophet who preaches sermons in rap-constructed verse about complex social issues, then produces documentary film that earns him many prestigious awards.

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Puzzle Of My Creed
© Surazeus
2025 11 19

Nothing says crazy like the way cows laugh
at foibles of human contests for power
based on who can best tame the fierce giraffe
on which he rides to possess the star tower
then crash pearly gates of Jerusalem,
yet still I rule ghosts of Elysium.

Mad prophet of the modern nuclear age
proclaims prophecies through the radio
about the woman who appears on stage
to build world empire from lush Idaho
in bid to equalize all states of mind
since no one seems to know how to be kind.

We sell each other trinkets of dream truth
to fuel economic growth for our state
so well-organized by messiah sleuth
who reads Tarot cards to program our fate
that helps us prosper till the end of time
when the world transforms with the charming chime.

Assertive progress to express the self
diverts attention of prophetic seers
who code weird characters for the book shelf
through revolution against puppeteers
despite acceptance of faith in the Lord
who conquers the world with my bloody sword.

Through psychic breath of distant ringing bells
I clear space wide around my dream-framed soul
for morphing pain with ghosts of secret wells
so bitter wisdom programs my new role
which I perform in tower by the lake
to prove my persona is me, yet fake.

Projective spell of words that weave world view
swells whole organic body from my brain
which I sustain by performing virtue
based on tragic tales in which tyrants gain
social power over gullible fools
who fight to dismantle our public schools.

When I discover mystery of the heart
at crossroads of my senses bound by hope,
I record my quest on confusing chart
that teaches my followers how to cope
with disappointment that every soul dies
so our memories vanish from our eyes.

This complicated virtual world of life
which I program from all my memories,
that keys proverbs for managing harsh strife,
dissipates to nothing all truths and lies
except what I record in spells you read
in project to paint puzzle of my creed.

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Orpheus teaches classes on writing poetry of the persona to factory workers and food service employees at the University of Zarathia so everyone can learn how to wear the mask of the anti-hero.

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Tide Of Historical Change
© Surazeus
2025 11 18

When tide of historical change recedes
after terrible storm of tyranny,
I find myself gasping on sand of despair,
so I breathe deep ethereal ghost of hope
and laugh at boggy horror in my brain
to make myself the monster I most fear.

Loquacious gods of arrogant dismay
teach me to measure landscape of the brain
so I express disaster through my play
with fraught dynamics of dependent joy
that duplicates my spirit in each mind
trapped in lush garden of the holocaust.

No genesis of birth is guaranteed
based on logistics woven from fake dreams
we share through ministry of urgent chance
that Mercury assigns to patriots
who sell permission to profess proud guilt
for hiding despicable attitudes.

Impulsive laughter about nothing real
jiggles piercing gaze of ardent hope
for blind voyeurs who creep in paradise,
immersed in fierce performance that conceals
fascinating opinions of foul thoughts
that crack glass shields of innocent contempt.

With the lighthouse keeper she falls in love
based on environs of the churching world
lit by attentive beams of cautiousness
which modulates danger of vigilance
based on casual whimsy of mocking tones
before death germinates from rotten hearts.

Not knowing well how gasping will of fate
could flash truth-twisting wisdom into lies
may now confound how well I play this game
by which I trick believers to expect
their crucified god will return again
to enforce justice with the lightning sword.

She loves each saint who shines their holy light
on brutal ugliness that smears this world
with honest horror of absent desire
through pointless project to paint surfaces
of mirror masks with features of my face
so you can trust that thoughts I speak are true.

To cleanse abomination of his heart
with quaint forgiveness that arrogates bridge
on which we cross in fog of urgent prayers,
she gives him everything inside her heart
till he consumes excessive randomness
before he drowns in restless tide of change.

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Orpheus floats on his back on tides of historical change because no human can control which way social energy sweeps our bodies in flood of desire.

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Laughter Of False Faith
© Surazeus
2025 11 18

Relaxed in hollow of dream-fractured house
where my ancestral ghosts play chase with death,
I bleed my eyes as words in holy book
that flaps crow wings of frantic arrogance
to bear my wordless soul to paradise
where my glass bones form foundation of faith.

Contrary to how time allocates truth,
we give each other lies our trembling hands
mold from desperate hope to understand
why our bodies pulse with hungry light,
eager to transcend mute nothingness
by singing sorrows of weird ocean waves.

Town bus we ride should always take us home
past fate-parceled lots with numberless doors
that never open to our fearful knock
unless we forge new key of innocence
from fractured skulls of gods we find in dirt
that singe our hands with laughter of false faith.

Since faith means nothing to the rolling stone
that tumbles from lame hands of Sisyphus,
we steal gold coins from coffers of the clown
who claims he owns both our bodies and souls,
then give them to the woman on the beach
who shows us where the sun is born each dawn.

When I step off the bus outside of town,
far from the nearest church, school, store, or bank,
I find myself with no direction home
outside the walls of paradise we built,
so I walk nowhere to find my own grave
filled with books of stories no one can read.

I become oak by the side of the road
where I stand ten thousand years of steady change
to watch small tribes of humans multiply
into sprawling empires of warring gangs
who contest over which man will play god
till death erases them all from the land.

When I return to body of my self,
I wake just three hours after midnight
to contemplate strange patterns of my life
where I keep wandering somewhere else to find
house of the rising sun beside the sea
where lost girls take control of their own lives.

I drift two hours on gentle waves of faith
that surges strong as forceful energy
which fuels assertive passion of my play
when I perform this artificial self
that I have molded from experience
getting lost on the signless road nowhere.

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Orpheus sits alone in the empty house of the numberless door for ten thousand years as he ignores the rise and fall of empires till humanity evolves into crows.

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Summer Tree Of Tongues
© Surazeus
2025 11 17

If owls still wail before old fathers die,
I should walk windswept road of dancing trees
to find the house I built collapsed in rain
when rage erases beauty from the sky,
though I hide wingless angels in my eye
because they seek to understand the why.

Cloud-stippled wings of thunder-laughing crows
beat urgently against hole of my face
since sharp words spoken by the shadow ghost
targets my heart with ubiquitous faith
that God attends my fortune with bold plan
which cripples my ability to play.

Mysterious beauty of the singing stone
attracts attention of the nameless girl
who pauses search for blueberries and eggs
to ask the crow in summer tree of tongues
why no one seems to understand her words
as if their souls are water of the lake.

So she leans close to study flower blooms
where bees buzz languidly in shimmer-thought
for simple concept of possessive fate
contained in promises of falling rain
that still reminds her why she needs to know
how human bodies pulse with energy.

If she explores dark chambers of the sea
with hazardous assertion that time swirls,
she fears frail hope will shatter at the strike
of supple wings old butterflies consign
to sighs of happiness from casual waves
despite allowance for excited ploy.

Our perfect voices blend with radiant choirs
in company of sudden ringing spite
that leaves our bodies throbbing on hot sand
when we embrace in tangled hope of love
though we sink wordlessly in liquid gloom
to escape hollow duty of the tomb.

Trapped by terrible silence of respect
that blesses lonely hearts with fortitude,
we sell each other lies for eggs and gems
based on capacity of hearts to know
glamor of lies from grittiness of truth,
delicate with frantic friendship of faith.

Distraught with heartless majesty of angst,
we store our precious relics in our hearts
to prove we grow beyond obsessive game
our parents teach us to play so we gain
plaintive glitter of earnest ardency
when I rebuild home with paternal bones.

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Orpheus and Ophelia find each other in the forest of singing stones, so they share stories and food as they sit by the lake in moon-white twilight and kiss.

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Beginning Of The New Life
© Surazeus
2025 11 17

Another beginning of the new life
leaves me stranded on dark Plutonian shore
so I count stars that fall into the sea
to shape new puzzle from lost memories
when I arrange them to resemble face
that always watches me from the bright sky.

Each word that emerges from fallen stars
reveals new aspect of the universe
I never saw before in shadowed woods
that their sharp edges cut my tender hand
so blood sparks seeds to bloom in pretty flowers
that call my name in startled breeze of truth.

Aware of ill things my quick hands have done
that cause harm through motive of silent shame,
I run toward thunder of surf on sharp rocks
to dance with carefree horror on the grave
where faceless critic howls with bitter love
when I exercise virtue of contempt.

Askance at falling star of restless fear,
I face dark shadow of my sympathy
to ponder sudden miracle of hope
when I leap free from falling tree of wrath
which proves I understand dim twilight rain
exposing alphabets of silent pain.

Disintegrating rainbow of complaint
spurs sharp metallic taste of arrogance
when I throw silver stone of random thought
in burbling brook where frogs sprout angel wings
which tricks me to attend their special needs
while I share orange slices with lonely crows.

If I should turret rationality
with hoisted sails of corporate desire,
my nimble soul could crawl from broken tomb
to claim enravished grace of vital facts
contained in tattered volume of fake lore
extending warm breath of my beating heart.

Soft petals of white lilies scrawl my brain
with foul intention of chemical lust
to prove sweet beauty blooms from turbid muck
transforming sorrow to unspoken joy
since stark solitude reeks of sensual trust
for future versions of my laughing ghost.

Tucked between safe rocks of nevermore,
I weave taut sentences of endless dream
with seed machine of dishonest respect
for messes patterned into miracles
despite unfinished quest of treasured truths
that urges me to start another life.

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Orpheus journeys to a distant land where he starts a new life mapping scattered puzzles of broken hearts.

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If Heaven Is Real Or Not
© Surazeus
2025 11 16

Though her voice is trapped in stone of her heart,
sea of blood sloshing in fragile egg shell,
she spreads bold wings of silence to transcend
thunderstorm that blows through her hollow soul
till she channels anguish of wounded hope
in solemn psalm that enchants us with faith.

While stuck trembling on ladder of hope,
she asks for help from ghost of Benedictus
who hums with saintly voice of gentleness,
"Only in humility can you crawl
into Heaven without angelic wings
when we climb high to reach the light of truth."

He whispers as he gives her raven quill
which she dips in blood to compose her will,
"If you exalt yourself above the Earth
you will descend into caverns of Hell,
so humble yourself with brave honesty
to ascend to Heaven on wings of faith."

Riding city bus past car factories,
she contemplates tales in Gospel of Luke,
then works all day in office cubicle
digitizing roads on computer screen
to map strange history of humanity
who have always searched for the Promised Land.

Wearing two-horned mask of the happy devil,
she walks streets of Heaven on Halloween
to ask for chocolate bars from Seraphim
who smile bemused at her evil costume,
then lounges with friends in Garden of Eden
while Sandalphon directs grand choir of angels.

Bearing box of sweet flower cakes she baked,
Arella beams charm at Hadraniel
who grins as he accepts one cake as bribe,
then skips gold-brick road with light-hearted joy
to find Raziel in library hall
translating songs of humans from Tibil.

Glancing up from writing his book of knowledge,
Raziel smiles with joy to see his wife
whose emerald eyes reflect seas of Tibil,
so they kiss and eat her sweet flower cakes
while Abathur plays soft tunes on the harp,
then stroll together by the River Styx.

Holding hands as they arrive at the sea,
Raziel and Arella pledge their love
before enormous sea monster Rahab,
but she wakes at dawn when the alarm rings,
then stares at the Morning Star in the window,
and wonders if Heaven is real or not.

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Orpheus invites Raziel and Arella to a barbecue at his palace on Sabbath afternoon so they arrive with a bottle of wine and join the angels as they chat about their human charges on Tibil.

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