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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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Hermead Epic of Philosophers 2011-2018
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Safe In Hungry Obscurity
© Surazeus
2025 10 21

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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Safe In Hungry Obscurity
Safe In Hungry Obscurity © Surazeus 2025 10 21 We unknown singers of our crowded world, who channel spirit of Apollo clear in visions t...
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
New Human Of America
© Surazeus
2025 10 21

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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New Human Of America
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 peo...
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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.
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.
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.
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.