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In one epic narrative poem the Hermead presents the history of the development of philosophy that forms the foundation of our civilization.

#HistoryOfScience #Philosophy #Classics #EpicPoem #NationalPoetryMonth #NaPoWriMo #NaPoMo #NPM #HistoricalFiction

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Silver Eyes
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2016 08 29

We are not what we want to be since time
pushed us off the mountain so we fall far
from the crackling star into stream of ice
that throws us over rocks of hope and faith
and drowns us deep in the bottomless sea
before we can pretend that we are free.

I trudged harsh mountains of bone-freezing ice
ten thousand years toward gleaming flash of light
in search for warm garden of apple trees,
and all the brown of sunlight and fish lakes
was blasted from my skin till I turned white
as snow and vanished from dream of your eyes.

I stared forever into blasting winds
of swirling snow that shrouded trees in death
of frozen horror sluicing in my veins
till lush green hills froze to ice in my eyes
and now my eyes are gray mirrors that shine
more clear than bleak sky over mountain peaks.

With silver eyes I see through swirling mist
ten thousand miles of endless shining hills
that enclose vast wilderness of harsh winds
and jagged peaks where gushing rivers sing
inside ice dome of frozen sky since flakes
of lost souls accumulate tears of ice.

With brown skin, black hair, and brown-river eyes
I ran from slaughter of my family
to follow gushing river of blue ice
while searching for cavern of dancing flames,
and wandered lost so long in swirling snow
I changed into white ghost with silver eyes.

When you look now in my eyes you may see
whatever bright color they reflect back,
small green island in swirling blue sea
where I dance around apple tree and chant
tales of wise snow-dancers who rose from death
and taught me how to inhale sun-warm breath.

#Race #Survival #ChildrenOfTheSnow #Scythia #Caucasus #Caucasian #Steppes #Exodus #MountainClimbing #Poem #Poetry
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Ghosts Of Our Memories
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2016 08 27

While reading a book in afternoon light
I feel them walking from shadows of doors,
lost souls with long gold hair like willow leaves
who giggle and throw flowers in my hair.

I laugh and turn to pinch their freckled arms
but they all vanish when I wake alone
as sun flickers out behind distant hills
and words in books transform to butterflies.

Now I understand why people who lived
long before I was born came to believe
people who died lingered here after death,
haunting us as ghosts of our memories.

My brain generates ghosts of ones I love
and makes them dance like puppets on the stage
of my imagination, glowing ghosts
who vanish when I wake to the real world.

Their ghosts are nothing more than flash of light
on shimmering mountain lake where I stand
staring in mirror of infinity
where everyone who ever lived is not.

When conscious glow of my self-aware soul
flashes at death, and energy of light
that sustains me returns to blazing sun,
I will vanish to nothing more than dust.

Ghost of my body may linger some time
in brains of those who saw me with their eyes,
image of my face reflected on water,
but even that will vanish when they die.

My fingers dance on keys to type these words
that show I was here on this spinning world
like footprints in mud hardened by sun heat
that remain long after death snuffs my soul.

Whoever you are, awake in sunlight,
a hundred or a thousand years from now,
feeling light of my soul beam from these words,
sing your own words, surrounded by your friends.

While reading a book in afternoon light
you feel us walking from shadows of doors,
lost souls with long gold hair like willow leaves
who giggle and throw flowers in your hair.

#Ballad #Song #Lyric #Music #Nostalgia #History #Family #AmWriting #Poem #Poetry #Blues #Ghosts
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Awake Now
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2016 08 25

We are what we seem but not what we are,
living awake in the cell of a dream
for we are but atoms born in a star,
reborn from angels swimming the light stream.
I am awake now in the lake of dreams,
plucking juicy fruit from the tree of life.

Take off the mask of your face to reveal
eternal soul of energy that glows
in sparkling flash of the great spinning wheel
designed by the Craftsman whom no one knows.
I am awake now in the lake of dreams,
plucking juicy fruit from the tree of life.

I take your hand as we swing through the trees
and we dance together in surging waves
then race star river with inspiring breeze
and melt stone to swords in the starlit caves.
I am awake now in the lake of dreams,
plucking juicy fruit from the tree of life.

I hold the star stone of immortal life
and twirl the scepter of wisdom and truth
while reigning on pyramid with my wife
who teaches me secret of reborn youth.
I am awake now in the lake of dreams,
plucking juicy fruit from the tree of life.

#Ballad #Evolution #GameOfThrones #BirthOfCivilization #Poem #Poetry #Song #Legend #Music #Myth
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Bruised Rose Of Winterfell
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2016 08 23

I have no joy, faith, or love left to hide
inside the tangled labyrinth of my heart
for everyone I ever loved has died
and ghost of hope pierces me with his dart.

My dress is torn from running among trees
and blood-smeared face stares at me from deep pool
till moon rays behind storm clouds flash to freeze
my beating heart to statue of a fool.

They snatched me while I strolled market to home
and men flashed coins for hour to pierce my soul,
but I escaped their clutching hands to roam
burning woods and hide in deep starless hole.

I blossomed long ago in garden walls
like a red rose beside the singing well,
but now I weep alone by waterfalls
for I am the Bruised Rose of Winterfell.

The blue-eyed bard sang spells to charm my heart
and praised the fragrant glow of my pure soul
but now my fantasies all fall apart
and now I float unnamed in listless shoal.

I once paraded wearing silk in court
but now I gather apples in the dell
and brew sweet cider hidden in lost fort
since I am the Bruised Rose of Winterfell.

#Winterfell #Sansa #SansaStark #GameOfThrones #GoT #Ballad #Romance #Fantasy #TrueLove #Poem #Poetry
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Singers Without Eyes
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2016 08 21

I hear ten thousand singers without eyes
who wander lonely sea to shining sea
cry out the sorrows buried in our hearts
and give our anguish wings to fly off free.

Out on the western plains where hot winds howl,
and letters on street signs are faded blind,
I hear mute singers with the devil prowl
who catch cold falling stars with laughing mind.

We all dance together in starlit skies,
and chant death spells of singers without eyes.

From desert wind they blow into small towns
and play guitar to sing weird spells that charm
our aching hearts which see but weeping clowns
who ran away as boys from family farms.

I see ten thousand singers without souls
chant magic spells on stage of flashing light
who cover human face with plastic mask
for broken wings that fail to power flight.

We all dance together in starlit skies,
and chant death spells of singers without eyes.

Their voices echo loud in city streets
to calculate how Death cheats every man
who dances without care to rocking beat
and follows him to bottomless abyss.

Down into cave of doom we dance alone
through ring of fire on wings of bitter hope
where Orpheus sings spells on shining throne
while atoms of our souls swirl back to stars.

We all dance together in starlit skies,
and chant death spells of singers without eyes.

#music #country #countrymusic #blues #musician #singer #song #star #rock
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One Mask Of Many Gods
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2016 08 28

Our eternal spirit of consciousness
wakes in every creature born with a brain
who walks spinning world in terror of hope
and aches with hunger for pleasure of love.

Vibrant energy of atoms awakes
inside our heads when flash of light
conjures virtual hologram of real world
in miniature model our brains design
based on perceptions of our gazing eyes
so we walk around in landscape of dream.

Though I am this solid body of flesh
you see but my ghost in your waking dream.

Rays of sunlight bounce off bodies of flesh
and eyes beam images of bodies bright
to generate models that represent
ideas of those real thing in our dreams.

I sail boat I built down swift-flowing stream
and step on shore lush hill of flower blooms
to pluck plump ripe apples from sprawling tree
then sit on stone and pluck ringing lyre strings.

I sing enchanting rhyme of sparkling words
that conjure spirits from cold cavern gloom
who drink wine from cauldron on crackling fire
and dance around my pyramid of eyes.

I stack stone to build star-gazing spire
where I long to soar high in gusting skies.

Every great god worshipped by tribes of men
were shells of flesh animated by soul
of eternal consciousness we all share
whose face I see on everyone alive.

All gods are symbols living men design
based on people who taught us how to live
so we invoke their spirit to fill our brains
and we imitate them to give them life.

One God, that first single cell who awoke
in swirling sea of light, mother of life,
created every living soul who breathes,
plant and animal, who sprouts from her egg.

One mask of many gods reveals my face
in face of every soul who ever lived,
and will ever live while our spinning world
pulses alive from waves of singing light.

Though you are all ghosts living in my dream
I know that emanation of your souls
issue from source of your atomic shells
to sustain your conscious minds beaming dreams.

So before death breaks our bodies of flesh,
and scatters our souls into mindless gloom,
kiss me and share pleasure of love with me
so we may generate children from seed
who will explore this spinning world awake
long after we vanish into their dreams.

Though I am but one mask of many gods
I want to dream you while I am awake.

#God #Hero #Legend #Myth #Religion #Archetype #Society #Poem #Poetry #Vision #Prophecy
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Children Of Oval Dreams
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2016 08 26

Nobody ever taught me how to fly
so I grow a pair of wings from a book
and go running in the blank mirror sky
to soar nowhere with the heart of a rook.
We gather on the shores of sparkling streams
with our singing children of oval dreams.

I follow her across the spinning world,
my blind angel in a robe of black silk,
who shows me where the last dragon sleeps curled,
dreaming for the land of honey and milk.
We gather on the shores of sparkling streams
with our singing children of oval dreams.

I land on cracked mountain of shining ice
where weird wizard with thousand-mile-long hair
carves recipe for cancer-curing spice
on emerald tablet that hides our soul flare.
We gather on the shores of sparkling streams
with our singing children of oval dreams.

She hides secret of life in arcane spell
that calculates code of eternal life
so I build paradise around her well
and bring fresh fruit to my charm-singing wife.
We gather on the shores of sparkling streams
with our singing children of oval dreams.

#Ballad #CountryMusic #Song #Spell #Cancer #Death #Children #Legacy #Descendants #Nation #Tribe
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House Of Mist
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2016 08 24

Wind blows long coat around his striding legs
and raindrops splotch fedora on his head.
Gold streetlight glimmers in his sea-blue eyes
that see your faces glow behind brick walls
while he constructs the hidden house of mist.

Small camera clicks when he captures your face
and writes your name in his little black book.
He writes long biography of your life
that no one else will ever read or judge,
and files your life in the blank house of mist.

Though you wander city streets many years
walking through ten thousand doors to small rooms,
you will never stand on dramatic stage
to play hero or villain in grand role
that shows forever in the house of mist.

Since you were first born in this world of pain
he walks by your side as shadow unseen.
He stores story of your life on book shelf
in vast library where history is lost
that you will find within the house of mist.

Wherever you go, whatever you do,
he follows you and watches your life show.
Only the tree by the lake is more true,
and your grave stone cracks, hidden by mute snow
that falls whispering lies on the house of mist.

When you have performed every deed you will,
raised children to continue song of life,
and spoken every taboo thought you dream,
he will appear from shadow of despair
and lead you silent to the house of mist.

#Death #Detective #Hero #Theater #Play #Actor #Character #GameOfLife #Church #Cemetery #Poem #Country
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All Forgotten Names
© Surazeus
2016 08 22

Though eyeless clown with broken hand is crowned
king of fools, after he rose from the sea
reborn and baptized clean, since he was drowned
by waves of horror at truth he could see
reflected back by the mirror of death,
he humbles himself in service to light
and returns to us all the holy breath
we need to resume our exploring flight.

Far beyond the wall of hope, we must build,
reside wise witches who know how to heal
hearts wounded by meaningless despair, killed
by naive hope of the last broken wheel
that clatters alone on the highway, lost
without the map that I drew to reveal
secret way past ruins of towers that cost
our life blood to restore the shattered keel.

All living spirits, born from egg or womb,
to swim in seas, crawl on plains, fly in clouds,
or float in beams of light piercing my tomb,
must die alone while celebrating crowds
dance on beating wings that sprout from my brain
who walk back and forth on frail bridge of lies,
then wander at dawn, mute in thoughtless rain,
and dream about cinnamon apple pies.

Standing on first pyramid built by hands
of dreamers, long before the first sunrise
cast rays of lust that burned lush hills to sands
of hopeless horror, I open three eyes
and map progress of my quest to conserve
paradise of fruit orchards where wild games
of children weave love in spiraling curve
that carves on mountains all forgotten names.

#Prophet #Quest #Pilgrimage #NamelessGod #LostWay #WayOfTruthAndLight #Messiah #Prophecy
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"In Greek physics weight was thus the innate force of a body producing its natural motion towards its natural place at the centre of the earth; and the weight of a body was often compared to the human soul. Just as a man was considered to move and act by virtue of his soul (i.e. his form or Eidos), so a heavy body moved downwards by virtue of its weight, which also was nothing other than its Eidos."

Origins of Alchemy in Graeco-Roman Egypt
Jack Lindsay
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Based on this, I understand where Freud got the term Id. The Eidos is the Id, the form of the physical body urged to the motion of action by its innate cause.
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God is the Platonic Idea of centralized political power of one living man who embodies the archetype of the All-Father.

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Angelus of Anglonesia. 

I am a cartographer, geospatial analyst, and terrain developer by day, and epic poet by night. 

I am writing an epic poem in blank verse titled Hermead about scientists and inventors of civilization. This bible for atheists and scientists is now 120,000 lines of blank verse covering the lives of 25 Greek philosophers.

http://facebook.com/Hermead

Buy Hermead Epic of Philosophers http://tinyurl.com/HermeadEditions

Hermead Vol 1 - 15,000 lines on Hermes, Prometheus, Kadmos, Asklepios, and Hesiodos
http://tinyurl.com/Hermead01

Hermead Vol 2 - 16,000 lines on Thales, Anaximandros, and Pythagoras
http://tinyurl.com/Hermead02

Hermead Vol 3 - 19,000 lines on Demokritos, Platon, and Aristoteles
http://tinyurl.com/Hermead03

You can read 5,000 lines, part of the invocation, several speeches, and the complete tale of Platon, free at http://scribd.com/surazeus

My legal name is Simon Seamount though I was born Albert Bruce Craig II. My mother's maiden name Seamount is from the Swedish name Sjoberg.

I use the name Surazeus as my pen name.

I have been writing narrative poems for 25 years and have recently organized them into books and ebooks.

eBooks for Kindle on Amazon.
http://amzn.to/jzG4vi

I posted about 200 songs I wrote and composed at http://youtube.com/surazeus but do not expect anything more than amateur fun folk singing.

I was born in Oregon in the Year of the Beatles, grew up in Texas in the 1970s, went to high school and college in Takoma (Washington state) in the 1980s. I earned a Bachelor of Arts in Liberal Arts in 1988 at Washington State University. After living in Seattle for a few years, I hitchhiked around the country playing grunge folk in the 1990s.

I got a job as web designer at State of Michigan 1999-2004, then earned a Master of Science in Geographic Information Science 2005-8 at Michigan State University.

I have since lived in North Carolina and now in Georgia working as a cartographer. Where will I go next on the journey of life? My goal is to become a Professor of Literature at Harvard, which was founded by my ancestor, Thomas Dudley.

In SecondLife I am Surazeus Thor
https://my.secondlife.com/surazeus.thor

I married an Indonesian Muslim woman from Java Island and we have two cute daughters I named for goddesses of wisdom -- Saraswati and Athena.

I am generally a Gnostic Humanist. I do not know if there is a God or not, but the gods of history were humans who had a large influence on their times. What is most important is that I know myself and understand my perceptions, and recreate them in verse.

I am descended 13 generations from the Puritan Poet Anne Bradstreet. Her father, Thomas Dudley, signed the charter to found Harvard, and was descended from the Sutton-Dudley clan of Elizabethan England, who were descended from Joan of Acre, daughter of King Edward I and Eleanor of Castile.

My religion is Astarism. 

Astarism honors First Mother Astara Ishtar Athena.

Ishtar sent Abraham and Sarah west and they founded Assurism, Olympism, Apollonism, Zoroastrianism, Mithraism, Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Sufism, and all their branches and offshoots.

Ishtar sent Brahma and Saraswati east and they founded Hinduism, Vaishnism, Shaivism, Buddhism, Krishnaism, Sikhism, and all their branches and offshoots.

Astarism includes all those religions as one. 
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Astarism/203571433043390

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