Vital Boundary Of Should
© Surazeus
2026 04 21
Orpheus guides millions of souls killed in nationalist wars on the signless road of religious faith to their rendezvous with Death.
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Still meditating in the Yellow Wood
on which road of the future I will take,
I map my vital boundary of should
to ensure my story is real, not fake,
so I stride boldly on the misty heath
to keep my honest rendezvous with Death.
Brave speech may purify strange dialect
our tribe employs with calm alacrity,
but through conceptual diction we project
expanding scope of psychic ministry
to weave all languages of Earth in one
with the microphone rather than the gun.
That bitter tastelessness of shadow fruit,
which offers promise of divine insight,
fools no one but cruel thief who dares to shoot
in shameless bid to gain control of light
which I oppose with motive to maintain
productive peace where everyone may gain.
I find my body on the distant shore,
where I left robot of my secret self,
to chronicle success of the Dream Store
extracted from books of myth on the shelf
composed by angel of the bloody wing
who gives me Lyre of Mercury to sing.
We tangle alien languages of faith
in hybrid code of misunderstood truth
that weaves new vision of the cosmic wraith
who appoints mad fool as messiah sleuth
with mission to revive the empire force
which we derive from wyrd celestial source.
Blown by indifferent wind of careless fate,
I wander toward familiar compound ghost
of every person I meet by the gate
who may still cherish me as Temple Host,
assumed as faceless stranger without goal
who waits for me to assign them their role.
Preserved as nameless ghost in field of time,
I spring unborn out of the Central Mind
by which my character performs as mime
for state ontology my brain designed
in that uncertain hour before red dawn
reveals forgotten spirit of the pawn.
If I maintain my rendezvous with Death
in fertile light of the ultimate good,
I may inherit miraculous breath
far across vital boundary of should,
since I thrive through social obscurity
with starlight in gloom of security.
Vital Boundary Of Should
© Surazeus
2026 04 21
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Me when I was hitchhiking across America in the 1990s, playing guitar on the street while improvising narrative poems.
Mystic Of The Absolute
© Surazeus
2026 04 20
Orpheus delivers pizza to the temple of mad gods where Sylphus and Amaterasu dance while Gabriel directs the orchestra.
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Reborn as mystic of the absolute,
lithe Sylphus surfs huge waves of social change
while on world tour to play demonic flute
with Artemis as quantum queen of grunge,
then in the Green Room when the play is done
they eat pineapple pizza of the gun.
Major placement of protein packages,
as proxy partnership of brain perfume,
reveals location of sad hostages
who prefer to contest for global fame
as if they think they can evade the curse
that opens portals to the multiverse.
Increase of hybrid machines on the road
defies logic contrived by weeping bards,
so Sylphus proclaims Gospel of the Toad
whose spiral-rainbow eyes of sacred chords
hypnotize loyal followers of Zarth
whom they proclaim is Emperor of Earth.
Insurance, designed to protect the mind
from induced improvement jesters proclaim,
liquidates stolen assets without brand
controlling interest in the money game,
yet Sylphus asks Aurora with star eyes
if she will help him organize their spies.
Recording process of world social storm
that shatters institutes of global peace,
brave Sylphus visits temple without charm
where grim Amaterasu names her price
for selling sacred bronze mirror of souls
in place of demon apples in cracked bowls.
Threshold of welfare, troubled to transform
bodies of children to robots of faith,
denies attempts to cross unvoltaged term
we urban ghosts decide erases myth
despite transference of the ego mask,
tempted to drink sweet soma from the flask.
Supreme assurance of arrogant vote
presents voyeur of our trademark concern
for which Wonder Minion will play the bait
that lures blind vampire to deserted barn
where he is forced to milk the money cow
while Gabriel operates the dream plow.
Considered mystic of the absolute,
shy Sylphus mounts the wingless horse of pain
and flies with casual fear to Camelot
where Daedalus invents mortgage machine
to maintain neutral stance of spectral pride,
silver with shadow of the deified.
Mystic Of The Absolute
© Surazeus
2026 04 20
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I am proud to proclaim that I have not and never will win a Guggenheim Fellowship.
Angel Of Star Fire
© Surazeus
2026 04 20
Orpheus performs role as angel of star fire in world drama of international politics by guiding messiahs to overthrow tyrants and give the people power.
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Reborn from fear as angel of star fire,
I stand on ziggurat of Mother Ishtar
to strum the lyre of Mercury with faith
when she casts spell of brave enlightenment
to prevent Midas from fracking the world,
so we join United Nations of Earth.
Deployed to war by angel of star fire,
I wield Excalibur with clumsy grace,
as warden who guards the garden of God,
which I forged from stone in Cave of Illusions
to lead world revolution of the caring
against all tyrants and kings in glass towers.
Freed from prison by angel of star fire,
I map whole history of our human race
on time-animated atlas of Earth
so we can navigate landscape of ghosts
to build from ruins of America
new land of justice called Zarathia.
Trapped in life maze with angel of star fire,
who sits on crystal throne of glowing clouds
beneath binary rainbow of respect,
I refract currency of my star soul
through prism heart of her kaleidoscope
when Minerva returns from Cave of Truth.
Eager to play with angel of star fire,
I carve chess pieces from statues of gods
which I found buried in mud of the well
so we perform our roles on stage of power
to protect Liberty in the High Tower
where she sings with blue bird of bitterness.
Longing to fly with angel of star fire,
I race bicycle down steep hill of hope
with arms of faith outspread to imitate
eagerness of Icarus to transcend
mundane routines of daily rituals
designed to maintain life through self-control.
Inspired by hymn from angel of star fire,
we gather at the river of cracked skulls
that floods city mazes with crystal tide
which flows by the electric throne of Death
where wood statue of God erupts in flames
when Aaron casts serpent wand in the grass.