Surazeus Simon Seamount
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Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Author. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers in 126,680 lines of blank verse. Historical Fiction. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures https://surazeus.blogspot.com
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.