Surazeus

Code of Cassandra © Surazeus 2026 08 23 To live well in this crazy world of lives I follow Code of Cassandra with care by writing riddles of satiric faith that guide my way in maze of clashing wills when I attempt to navigate with class opposing forces of partisan pride. I will never explain arcane details that compose Code of Cassandra with keys designed to unlock doors of potent facts essential to assemble from word gears financial engine of social exchange by which we journey to the Promised Land. Dynamic order of exotic scale now blueprints Code of Cassandra as guide for angels to construct our new world view providing mental tools of clever sight for every human mind to analyze state of the world with honest strategies. If we decide with hope to certify patterns in Code of Cassandra that ply melodious vibes of nominal respect, we should administer objective laws designed to monitor momentous growth as brave liaison to Queen Liberty. Since children dancing on the broken door intimate Code of Cassandra reveals logistic course of learning based on gems, we might orchestrate stoic privacy for every person who renders dream aid to faceless ghosts with severe innocence. Permission to transcend our fragile souls, allowed by Code of Cassandra with drive that motivates our ploy for excellence, alarms soul-controlling faction of fools who try to block our most lucrative deals when we found another franchise of faith. Module of lifetime mortgages entraps normalized Code of Cassandra with proof we now are simple singers on lit stage expressing hidden angst of human hearts who struggle to succeed against all odds since the system is rigged against false faith. Since vital flash of my spirit suggests schedule for Code of Cassandra to spool complex networks of interacting minds spread across the spectrum of divine types, I analyze intensity of hope to reprogram how my brain perceives you. surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/08/… Orpheus codifies Code of Cassandra in Book of the Talamasca which Ophelia hides in her backpack when she hikes in broken mountains of fallen angels. #Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism

Ideal Persona I would Play © Surazeus 2026 09 06 Bright in glass constellation of my heart, transcendent god, who has never been real beyond imagination of wild priests drunk on wine from mushrooms of ecstasy, reveals ideal persona I would play to maintain dignity of daily life. My heart pours torrents of expansive words, unmeasured by attentive spate of faith, which conjure strangers who steal hungry trees, to see enormous city towers gleam in evening clouds that loom above deep vales where surfaces of pools reveal our eyes. Adorned with jewels of fantastic truth, my heart attempts in vain to calculate ethereal breath of angels in fruit trees whose lust embodies serpents with gold eyes who tease me with delicious energy to think I may achieve eternal life. Weird thoughts of wisdom, I untwist from light, crawl through dim shadow of my aching flesh so I pretend I am First Man of Time commissioned by Cloud-Ghost to name all things that exist within bounds of time and space because they glow beyond mask of my face. As daughter of Tiresias, I guard Gates of Eden with spear Longinus carved to catch the dragon falling from rain clouds disguised as glorious angel with nine eyes who teaches me how to fly the airplane so I can make more accurate map of Earth. Though serpent of the apple tree retains extensive sets of books blind devils write, she dares reveal to me, calm mortal fool, collective wisdom of prophets and seers whose bones are letters of riddles we share while feasting on hamburgers by the lake. Long wick of my temporary heart glows with timeless grace of pure immortal flame which fills my heart with long-unspoken spells that fly as ravens from my open mouth when I campaign for President of Earth while seeking treasure in Elysian Fields. Whole in glass constellation of my brain, my soul accepts its temporary state as mortal body of hungry desires animated by immortal gene soul through chaos bound in limits of my being, so I want to tell you about my love. surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/09/… Orpheus meets daughter of Tiresias in the Garden of Eden where she asks Adam if he will marry her, but he declares how much he loves Aphrodite instead. #Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism

Bodiless Gods Of Starlight © Surazeus 2026 09 15 He strives to leave the landscape of his failure and map the ancient cities of his loss where he may join the people of his tribe scattered far from valley of their first dream so they may gather by the lake of hope and become bodiless gods of starlight. He has not yet heard song of river stones reveal true way to navigate the world through maze of thriving cities full of hope where shining people drive faith-engined cars beneath cold shadow of cathedral towers that tear the bloody clouds of Heaven gaped. Scored by no tribal monarch of the air, his words strike hard uncounted chords of truth to restir latent power, tangled tight with questions of despair no fool would ask against obstructing laws for tragic fate he gambles to attain key to the gate. Brave angelus of wars no state would fight, he strides with courage over signless roads with heart stuffed full of dire prophetic scrolls that terrify cruel tyrants in glass halls because their formulas of quiet truth unravel matrix of the honest heart. Abandoned cross of tyranny, stilled stained with blood of innocence two thousand years, looms eerie over vast metropolis where hungry people strive to wrestle fear, aghast at equal verdict death declares against all living creatures of the world. If he dares organize poor working folk to break from chains of cultic faith with pride, despite untraced integrity time twists through fractured clocks of misery-measured faith, he might lead brave uprising of the lost to retake paradise from king of lies. Inside high broken tower of regret, where silent knells expand scope of his mind, he writes antiphonal scriptures for faith that sprouts from rotting corpses of cruel gods to show how steep encroachments of desire allow our tangled souls to reclaim hope. Stuck in cathedrals of calcified grief, as fools who worship Sovereign of Dust, we become bodiless gods of starlight each hour we gather on the river shore to chant encyclicals of bitter faith with heart-born liturgy of silent rage. surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/09/… Orpheus joins Hart Crane on his meandering journey to the tower that looms over the crowded city of people searching for treasures of the broken heart. #Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism

God We Strive To Be © Surazeus 2026 09 19 Now is the hour to readjust my brain so I perceive electric soul of time that laughs with shimmer of the waterfall about sad suffering of the human soul who kneels and prays to empty sky of blue at sudden sorrow of the swirling snow. I wonder if my mother is alive, safe in walled haven of her wounded heart, because I find words scattered on the floor that she was just arranging with her mind in ever-changing puzzle of false faith defined by strangest questions children ask. Through random splats of red paint on the wall, which accidentally form math formulas our brains employ to calculate how far we wander lost in wilderness of lies, my eyes assert new meaning of old truth by weaving constellations from bright tears. Now that the long-established way of things, that formed foundation of our politics collapses into crimes of haughty pride, we gather in large crowd of shocked surprise to reassert faith in grand principles that govern how we should cooperate. Or else time may unclock our firm beliefs that we held sacred since the dawn of time at slow unravelling of solemn scenes when wingless angels wearing jeweled crowns shall deconstruct assumptions we hold dear to prove that ocean waves know how hearts feel. Dispersed by humble wind of bitter fame, our tight-knit tribe of honest carpenters sails ships of sorrow to the Promised Land where we build empire of the nuclear bomb that causes lizard of the sunless sea to rise as Godzilla, new god of Earth. Each Sunday at flash of the rising sun we gather on the ocean shore of faith to sing hymns to fierce monster of the deep till hungry dinosaur evolves its form to clucking chicken that provides fresh eggs we eat for breakfast with orange juice and toast. If I succeed in program of respect to readjust perception of my brain, I may see face of God in silver clouds that glimmer with divine agility which emanates from every human heart so we become the God we strive to be. surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/09/… Orpheus wears mask of Jupiter when he appears on stage in the Temple of Apollo to perform tragic tale of his assassination by Pluto to gain power. #Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism