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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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Aquarium Of Her Heart
© Surazeus
2025 10 17

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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Aquarium Of Her Heart
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 to...
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Museum of Abandoned Gods
© Surazeus
2025 10 17

Orpheus stands before crowd of faceless gods and speaks about the randomness of fortune at the grand opening of the Museum of Abandoned Gods.

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Museum of Abandoned Gods
Museum of Abandoned Gods © Surazeus 2025 10 17 Searching for lost souls in junk-littered lot beside abandoned radio factory, I find fea...
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Organizing idols of long-dead gods,
which I recover from junk-littered lot
beside abandoned radio factory,
I display them behind glass with their names
and stories of their lives on metal plates
in our Museum of Abandoned Gods.
Analyzing how leaves of trees transform
light and rain to sweet fruit we humans eat,
I savor pleasure of each conscious brain
that has ever dreamed on this spinning globe
so all their memories stored in fairy tales
become my memory of the human race.