The Folly of Men Who Found Applications in Ancestral Graves
"We forged days with the gathering of a desperate fleet,
From ideas of concrete we had known could stand the hurricane.
And soaked in mud, they remained shivering throughout;
Knowing not of frozen fingers which cannot wield tools,
Not for the dying praise of Mighty God that left
The opened mouthes of countless corpses unburied.
Our name will be the land for herds, Prince.
Sheltered sons that belong dead breathe
As starving daughters weap not by their lonesome.
Thereby claimed have We all that is structured
Where entropy reckons with Us, We who prevail
For the armies undying shall call Us, "Lord."
And Our sons will know the great nations
By the words We have left in the books."
So said a grandfather to his grandson.
And in the face of cataclysm stands a lineage
To calves, reciting verse beyond understanding,
Beyond the conditioned reactions,
Beyond the forefathers in hundred year-old graves,
Beyond the days of knowing not, Wisdom spoke:
"Vacant bodies thrive only for the sake of
Feasts laced in ethanol provided by, dearest of mine,
Mortar and concrete" - so noted the Heir.
Yet with his father vanquished by time,
With cracks in the cement platform where he stands,
Before the rabble and the sheep, there stands a sheep
Adored with the heirloom crown and a speech:
"Remember the concrete," echos nothing.
The men that recollect not even dirt
Have little but the decay of aging Wisdom
And a moment: a rage of nuclear fire
Leaving hollow, worthless concrete the oven.
The constitution are the ashes that dot the body,
Nothing more than bones with a crown
-- Shane Edward Rowden
- I am an unsung song and a most quiet writer.
- I compulsively write everyday about anything.
- I believe in Man with a capitol M - ideally; therefore, only sometimes.
- I better myself through literature and poetry.
- I make every attempt not to consume myself with indulgence, and I fair well (and farewell).
- I am a defeated idealist now filled with cynicism, and any hope is a dare I take.
- I feel very strongly most ways; that is, if I feel any way it is strongly.
- I dance more enthusiastically than most anyone else at a live show.
- I recognize tragedy and am often dramatic.
- I loathe the state of the government and the core of American capitalism; yet, I am no state communist.
- I enjoy what little I know of the German language; though, not nearly so much as I do enjoy English, which I know quite well.
- I value education highly and protest ignorance.
- I wish to write books, but I am too busy making car parts; I am working on a project when - rarely - I have time.
- I hope to meet people whom have similar tastes in music as I; perhaps even I would like to make music with them. I scarcely play a catchy guitar diddy (though I can), but I love to sing and have much to say.
- I need a saudering iron to fix my guitar.
- I no longer need gasoline to put in my car; it was stolen. Now I need a car that's worth buying.
- I have to go to work too soon. I should probably be asleep right now.
- I am pretty far to the left politically, but I also think that hippies are pretty obnoxious and I don't blame the right for thinking so.
- I like myself even if no one else does, and I think this is many peoples' most fatal error.
- I am very used to losing someone's interest.
- Sometimes I come off as being depressive, but I am okay. I really am. I am strong.
- I wish that I were enrolled in school presently :(.
- I have been many things that I am not today, and this is no characteristic of a flawed self or lack of sincerity but of growing and developing greater wisdom.
- Sometimes I am elitist, but I wouldn't have any caste system.
- If my friends have anything to say about my girlfriend, I will cut their tongues out.
- I write a lot, and sometimes I write too much.
