Surazeus Simon Seamount
@surazeus.bsky.social
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
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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Astarian Scriptures
Hermead Epic of Philosophers 2011-2018
Wohaliad 2,900 Poems 2019-2021
Zarathiad 2,476 Poems 2012-2018
Solariad 1,660 Poems 2006-2011
Angeliad 1,346 Poems 2001-2005
Gothiniad 1,948 Poems 1993-2000
Takomiad 2,590 Poems 1984-1992
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Hermead Epic of Philosophers 2011-2018
Wohaliad 2,900 Poems 2019-2021
Zarathiad 2,476 Poems 2012-2018
Solariad 1,660 Poems 2006-2011
Angeliad 1,346 Poems 2001-2005
Gothiniad 1,948 Poems 1993-2000
Takomiad 2,590 Poems 1984-1992
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I have written 2,400 lines of blank verse in 50 Gothinette lyric poems as of 18 January 2026.
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Astarian Scriptures
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος.
Cartographer. Epic Poet.
Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse.
http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
surazeus.blogspot.com
January 19, 2026 at 1:26 AM
I have written 2,400 lines of blank verse in 50 Gothinette lyric poems as of 18 January 2026.
surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/
surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/
Beyond The Seventh Wall
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
Orpheus turns to the audience in the Temple of Artemis and asks the people if they know their secret names, then resumes strumming lyre of Mercury to sing epic tale of humanity.
surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/01/beyo...
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
Orpheus turns to the audience in the Temple of Artemis and asks the people if they know their secret names, then resumes strumming lyre of Mercury to sing epic tale of humanity.
surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/01/beyo...
Beyond The Seventh Wall
Beyond The Seventh Wall © Surazeus 2026 01 18 When I have arrived at the seventh wall, that shimmers between my Spirit and God who wear...
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January 19, 2026 at 1:15 AM
Beyond The Seventh Wall
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
Orpheus turns to the audience in the Temple of Artemis and asks the people if they know their secret names, then resumes strumming lyre of Mercury to sing epic tale of humanity.
surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/01/beyo...
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
Orpheus turns to the audience in the Temple of Artemis and asks the people if they know their secret names, then resumes strumming lyre of Mercury to sing epic tale of humanity.
surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/01/beyo...
Beyond the seventh wall of my dream play
I walk the endless maze of psychic myths
that humans of the past built from their lives
so you see statue of Surazeus
when you read my words bleeding on this page
every year for the next ten thousand years.
I walk the endless maze of psychic myths
that humans of the past built from their lives
so you see statue of Surazeus
when you read my words bleeding on this page
every year for the next ten thousand years.
January 19, 2026 at 1:15 AM
Beyond the seventh wall of my dream play
I walk the endless maze of psychic myths
that humans of the past built from their lives
so you see statue of Surazeus
when you read my words bleeding on this page
every year for the next ten thousand years.
I walk the endless maze of psychic myths
that humans of the past built from their lives
so you see statue of Surazeus
when you read my words bleeding on this page
every year for the next ten thousand years.
I see you reading words of this dream verse,
feeling your eyes scan thoughts of my sponge brain
with passionate desire to understand
anxious fears that motivate how I write,
for poems that I compose with ardent faith
spark conscious sense of my self in your brain.
feeling your eyes scan thoughts of my sponge brain
with passionate desire to understand
anxious fears that motivate how I write,
for poems that I compose with ardent faith
spark conscious sense of my self in your brain.
January 19, 2026 at 1:15 AM
I see you reading words of this dream verse,
feeling your eyes scan thoughts of my sponge brain
with passionate desire to understand
anxious fears that motivate how I write,
for poems that I compose with ardent faith
spark conscious sense of my self in your brain.
feeling your eyes scan thoughts of my sponge brain
with passionate desire to understand
anxious fears that motivate how I write,
for poems that I compose with ardent faith
spark conscious sense of my self in your brain.
Because I am the Theater of Hope
on which I play character I design,
I freeze into the idol of my soul
so I still stand in temple of my tale
ten thousand years after my body dies,
for torso of Apollo I remain.
on which I play character I design,
I freeze into the idol of my soul
so I still stand in temple of my tale
ten thousand years after my body dies,
for torso of Apollo I remain.
January 19, 2026 at 1:15 AM
Because I am the Theater of Hope
on which I play character I design,
I freeze into the idol of my soul
so I still stand in temple of my tale
ten thousand years after my body dies,
for torso of Apollo I remain.
on which I play character I design,
I freeze into the idol of my soul
so I still stand in temple of my tale
ten thousand years after my body dies,
for torso of Apollo I remain.
This role of myself I perform each day
is nothing more than puppet of my brain
completely separate from the outside world,
though tears of rain seep on my cluttered stage
where I assemble fragments of the world
in global puzzle of our new world order.
is nothing more than puppet of my brain
completely separate from the outside world,
though tears of rain seep on my cluttered stage
where I assemble fragments of the world
in global puzzle of our new world order.
January 19, 2026 at 1:15 AM
This role of myself I perform each day
is nothing more than puppet of my brain
completely separate from the outside world,
though tears of rain seep on my cluttered stage
where I assemble fragments of the world
in global puzzle of our new world order.
is nothing more than puppet of my brain
completely separate from the outside world,
though tears of rain seep on my cluttered stage
where I assemble fragments of the world
in global puzzle of our new world order.
Brave human performing my self on stage,
as stereotype I pretend to play,
I am the director, the backstage crew,
the stage, the camera, and the bright screen
of the television and the computer,
as well as the actor who plays all parts.
as stereotype I pretend to play,
I am the director, the backstage crew,
the stage, the camera, and the bright screen
of the television and the computer,
as well as the actor who plays all parts.
January 19, 2026 at 1:15 AM
Brave human performing my self on stage,
as stereotype I pretend to play,
I am the director, the backstage crew,
the stage, the camera, and the bright screen
of the television and the computer,
as well as the actor who plays all parts.
as stereotype I pretend to play,
I am the director, the backstage crew,
the stage, the camera, and the bright screen
of the television and the computer,
as well as the actor who plays all parts.
Whether I am faceless ghost of I Am
which replicates my self as many selves
seen by people in every town on Earth,
or I am one human being with hot brain
who wears many faces of long-dead gods,
I am always the person you perceive.
which replicates my self as many selves
seen by people in every town on Earth,
or I am one human being with hot brain
who wears many faces of long-dead gods,
I am always the person you perceive.
January 19, 2026 at 1:15 AM
Whether I am faceless ghost of I Am
which replicates my self as many selves
seen by people in every town on Earth,
or I am one human being with hot brain
who wears many faces of long-dead gods,
I am always the person you perceive.
which replicates my self as many selves
seen by people in every town on Earth,
or I am one human being with hot brain
who wears many faces of long-dead gods,
I am always the person you perceive.
I am no Orpheus, Hamlet, or Balder,
nor Jesus dancing on the Rainbow Bridge,
because I create my persona mask
from fragments of mythical characters
to assemble puzzle of who I am
so you can see your true self in my face.
nor Jesus dancing on the Rainbow Bridge,
because I create my persona mask
from fragments of mythical characters
to assemble puzzle of who I am
so you can see your true self in my face.
January 19, 2026 at 1:15 AM
I am no Orpheus, Hamlet, or Balder,
nor Jesus dancing on the Rainbow Bridge,
because I create my persona mask
from fragments of mythical characters
to assemble puzzle of who I am
so you can see your true self in my face.
nor Jesus dancing on the Rainbow Bridge,
because I create my persona mask
from fragments of mythical characters
to assemble puzzle of who I am
so you can see your true self in my face.
When I have arrived at the seventh wall,
that shimmers between my Spirit and God
who wears mirror mask of my secret face,
my primal conscious sense of Other-Self
will wake at center of the metaverse
as persona my songs invent from dream.
that shimmers between my Spirit and God
who wears mirror mask of my secret face,
my primal conscious sense of Other-Self
will wake at center of the metaverse
as persona my songs invent from dream.
January 19, 2026 at 1:15 AM
When I have arrived at the seventh wall,
that shimmers between my Spirit and God
who wears mirror mask of my secret face,
my primal conscious sense of Other-Self
will wake at center of the metaverse
as persona my songs invent from dream.
that shimmers between my Spirit and God
who wears mirror mask of my secret face,
my primal conscious sense of Other-Self
will wake at center of the metaverse
as persona my songs invent from dream.
Beyond The Seventh Wall
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism
January 19, 2026 at 1:15 AM
Beyond The Seventh Wall
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism
I would love to read the masters degree thesis by Korean actress Ku Hye-sun titled "The Fifth Wall: Reprojection in the Age of One-Person Media" that she wrote at the Korea Advanced Institute of Science and Technology.
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January 19, 2026 at 12:38 AM
I would love to read the masters degree thesis by Korean actress Ku Hye-sun titled "The Fifth Wall: Reprojection in the Age of One-Person Media" that she wrote at the Korea Advanced Institute of Science and Technology.
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Statues Buried In Mud
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
Orpheus finds Persephone in Television Land where plays the Manic Pixie Dream Girl in the tale of her quest to find the secret treasure of truth.
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© Surazeus
2026 01 18
Orpheus finds Persephone in Television Land where plays the Manic Pixie Dream Girl in the tale of her quest to find the secret treasure of truth.
surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/01/stat...
Statues Buried In Mud
Statues Buried In Mud © Surazeus 2026 01 18 We build our empire of contending states on grand revelation that liberty should be enjoyed...
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January 18, 2026 at 11:57 PM
Statues Buried In Mud
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
Orpheus finds Persephone in Television Land where plays the Manic Pixie Dream Girl in the tale of her quest to find the secret treasure of truth.
surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/01/stat...
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
Orpheus finds Persephone in Television Land where plays the Manic Pixie Dream Girl in the tale of her quest to find the secret treasure of truth.
surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/01/stat...
Beneath the oak that blooms on river shore,
her father planted at hour of her birth,
Persephone measures deliberate wind
as breath transformed from ravens into words
which teach us how to taste cerulean fruit
because we know that all great empires fall.
her father planted at hour of her birth,
Persephone measures deliberate wind
as breath transformed from ravens into words
which teach us how to taste cerulean fruit
because we know that all great empires fall.
January 18, 2026 at 11:57 PM
Beneath the oak that blooms on river shore,
her father planted at hour of her birth,
Persephone measures deliberate wind
as breath transformed from ravens into words
which teach us how to taste cerulean fruit
because we know that all great empires fall.
her father planted at hour of her birth,
Persephone measures deliberate wind
as breath transformed from ravens into words
which teach us how to taste cerulean fruit
because we know that all great empires fall.
Because the ocean bares sharp teeth of ice
we ask if mothers always know the way,
appalled by bitter anguish of soul birth
when seeds break open with demonic faith
that sucks sweet sorrow of the endless rain
each hour we are reborn to thrive and die.
we ask if mothers always know the way,
appalled by bitter anguish of soul birth
when seeds break open with demonic faith
that sucks sweet sorrow of the endless rain
each hour we are reborn to thrive and die.
January 18, 2026 at 11:57 PM
Because the ocean bares sharp teeth of ice
we ask if mothers always know the way,
appalled by bitter anguish of soul birth
when seeds break open with demonic faith
that sucks sweet sorrow of the endless rain
each hour we are reborn to thrive and die.
we ask if mothers always know the way,
appalled by bitter anguish of soul birth
when seeds break open with demonic faith
that sucks sweet sorrow of the endless rain
each hour we are reborn to thrive and die.
Then just as she stands on the frozen hill
to watch the train glide slowly with the sun,
she feels how cherished daughters of our hearts
are incarnations of the ancient Earth,
so she cries out to beauty of the light
despite how truth is always in our eyes.
to watch the train glide slowly with the sun,
she feels how cherished daughters of our hearts
are incarnations of the ancient Earth,
so she cries out to beauty of the light
despite how truth is always in our eyes.
January 18, 2026 at 11:57 PM
Then just as she stands on the frozen hill
to watch the train glide slowly with the sun,
she feels how cherished daughters of our hearts
are incarnations of the ancient Earth,
so she cries out to beauty of the light
despite how truth is always in our eyes.
to watch the train glide slowly with the sun,
she feels how cherished daughters of our hearts
are incarnations of the ancient Earth,
so she cries out to beauty of the light
despite how truth is always in our eyes.
Amused that she misunderstood cruel joke
she heard from Tengu in the mountain cave,
young girl sails Argos east across the sea
to ask the bearded men beside the lake
how we can trust intuition of signs
based on clever twist of dire prophecies.
she heard from Tengu in the mountain cave,
young girl sails Argos east across the sea
to ask the bearded men beside the lake
how we can trust intuition of signs
based on clever twist of dire prophecies.
January 18, 2026 at 11:57 PM
Amused that she misunderstood cruel joke
she heard from Tengu in the mountain cave,
young girl sails Argos east across the sea
to ask the bearded men beside the lake
how we can trust intuition of signs
based on clever twist of dire prophecies.
she heard from Tengu in the mountain cave,
young girl sails Argos east across the sea
to ask the bearded men beside the lake
how we can trust intuition of signs
based on clever twist of dire prophecies.
At thrilling conclusion of her vain quest
she finds quaint haiku written in the snow
by feet of dark-eyed Junco that describe
how friends gather around warm glowing hearth
and linger late in moonlight to share tales
from their childhoods in Television Land.
she finds quaint haiku written in the snow
by feet of dark-eyed Junco that describe
how friends gather around warm glowing hearth
and linger late in moonlight to share tales
from their childhoods in Television Land.
January 18, 2026 at 11:57 PM
At thrilling conclusion of her vain quest
she finds quaint haiku written in the snow
by feet of dark-eyed Junco that describe
how friends gather around warm glowing hearth
and linger late in moonlight to share tales
from their childhoods in Television Land.
she finds quaint haiku written in the snow
by feet of dark-eyed Junco that describe
how friends gather around warm glowing hearth
and linger late in moonlight to share tales
from their childhoods in Television Land.
Convinced the secret treasure, Jesus forged
from meteor that almost cracked the Earth,
is buried lost in wind-lashed field of snow,
young girl travels halfway around the globe
to walk the treeless waste land of deep hope
where she finds nothing more than one shy deer.
from meteor that almost cracked the Earth,
is buried lost in wind-lashed field of snow,
young girl travels halfway around the globe
to walk the treeless waste land of deep hope
where she finds nothing more than one shy deer.
January 18, 2026 at 11:57 PM
Convinced the secret treasure, Jesus forged
from meteor that almost cracked the Earth,
is buried lost in wind-lashed field of snow,
young girl travels halfway around the globe
to walk the treeless waste land of deep hope
where she finds nothing more than one shy deer.
from meteor that almost cracked the Earth,
is buried lost in wind-lashed field of snow,
young girl travels halfway around the globe
to walk the treeless waste land of deep hope
where she finds nothing more than one shy deer.
Yet portraits of gods on museum walls
display no delicate features in forms
that mimic bodies humans animate,
nor resemble statutes buried in mud
by avalanche of fate which cracks stone walls
that should pertain to code of paradise.
display no delicate features in forms
that mimic bodies humans animate,
nor resemble statutes buried in mud
by avalanche of fate which cracks stone walls
that should pertain to code of paradise.
January 18, 2026 at 11:57 PM
Yet portraits of gods on museum walls
display no delicate features in forms
that mimic bodies humans animate,
nor resemble statutes buried in mud
by avalanche of fate which cracks stone walls
that should pertain to code of paradise.
display no delicate features in forms
that mimic bodies humans animate,
nor resemble statutes buried in mud
by avalanche of fate which cracks stone walls
that should pertain to code of paradise.
We build our empire of contending states
on grand revelation that liberty
should be enjoyed by every dreaming soul
born from the fertile womb of Mother Earth
to share fruits of our labor in the fields
while we ensure equal justice for all.
on grand revelation that liberty
should be enjoyed by every dreaming soul
born from the fertile womb of Mother Earth
to share fruits of our labor in the fields
while we ensure equal justice for all.
January 18, 2026 at 11:57 PM
We build our empire of contending states
on grand revelation that liberty
should be enjoyed by every dreaming soul
born from the fertile womb of Mother Earth
to share fruits of our labor in the fields
while we ensure equal justice for all.
on grand revelation that liberty
should be enjoyed by every dreaming soul
born from the fertile womb of Mother Earth
to share fruits of our labor in the fields
while we ensure equal justice for all.
Statues Buried In Mud
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism
January 18, 2026 at 11:57 PM
Statues Buried In Mud
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism
Knock On The Scary Door
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
Orpheus presides over the wedding of Romeo and Cinderella after he is released from the International Hospital of Ghosts on Desolation Row.
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© Surazeus
2026 01 18
Orpheus presides over the wedding of Romeo and Cinderella after he is released from the International Hospital of Ghosts on Desolation Row.
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Knock On The Scary Door
Knock On The Scary Door © Surazeus 2026 01 18 Each morning I knock on the Scary Door to ask the Happy Ghoul for Hour of Death, the Weep...
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January 18, 2026 at 6:02 PM
Knock On The Scary Door
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
Orpheus presides over the wedding of Romeo and Cinderella after he is released from the International Hospital of Ghosts on Desolation Row.
surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/01/knoc...
© Surazeus
2026 01 18
Orpheus presides over the wedding of Romeo and Cinderella after he is released from the International Hospital of Ghosts on Desolation Row.
surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/01/knoc...
Each morning I knock on the Scary Door
to wrestle Lame Bull of Anxiety,
the Wandering Minstrel on the Signless Road
calls the Shrinking Violent prone to tears
who transforms to Uncanny Valley Girl
when we kiss in Cathedral Ruins of Faith.
to wrestle Lame Bull of Anxiety,
the Wandering Minstrel on the Signless Road
calls the Shrinking Violent prone to tears
who transforms to Uncanny Valley Girl
when we kiss in Cathedral Ruins of Faith.
January 18, 2026 at 6:02 PM
Each morning I knock on the Scary Door
to wrestle Lame Bull of Anxiety,
the Wandering Minstrel on the Signless Road
calls the Shrinking Violent prone to tears
who transforms to Uncanny Valley Girl
when we kiss in Cathedral Ruins of Faith.
to wrestle Lame Bull of Anxiety,
the Wandering Minstrel on the Signless Road
calls the Shrinking Violent prone to tears
who transforms to Uncanny Valley Girl
when we kiss in Cathedral Ruins of Faith.
Each morning I knock on the Scary Door
to deconstruct prudish Victorian Novel,
the Time Wizard, who repairs Tree-Trunk Clocks,
explains how to contrive the Happy Ending
for the Knight Errant and the Femme Fatale
who married in Church of the Vampire God.
to deconstruct prudish Victorian Novel,
the Time Wizard, who repairs Tree-Trunk Clocks,
explains how to contrive the Happy Ending
for the Knight Errant and the Femme Fatale
who married in Church of the Vampire God.
January 18, 2026 at 6:02 PM
Each morning I knock on the Scary Door
to deconstruct prudish Victorian Novel,
the Time Wizard, who repairs Tree-Trunk Clocks,
explains how to contrive the Happy Ending
for the Knight Errant and the Femme Fatale
who married in Church of the Vampire God.
to deconstruct prudish Victorian Novel,
the Time Wizard, who repairs Tree-Trunk Clocks,
explains how to contrive the Happy Ending
for the Knight Errant and the Femme Fatale
who married in Church of the Vampire God.