Logos

Where have you gone?
Babble is brought to dust;
The nations are cast abroad.
Where are our common stories?
Where is Jack and Jill
And Peter Pumpkin Eater?
Where is Robin Hood
The Grinch, Paul Bunyan
And Persuasion?

With what does man share or gain
Knowledge? By knowledge,
The root of wisdom is cast abroad.
The flowers and birds
And woodland creatures
Are known by few...
The Ecology is detailed to gross
Minutia, while the Eggplant a berry
And the Berry is naught.

We riot over controversy
And have outlawed truth.
Men speak their own burdens
And by their own burdens
None do listen...
A white background
And a man in the foreground
Strives to find eternal truths...
Yet none are to be found.

Music is terse chords,
Guttural phrases,
The monotone sung over
A simple, three note melody.
Poetry is vapid,
Novels are simple,
Yet math is invented;
Not discovered.

As a wise scholar spake'th,
Babble's tower is fallen
And collapsed to ruinous dust.
No man or woman receives justice;
And for equity's sake all are treated unequal.
The child is snatched from the parent's home
And castrated, fed hormones like a slaughtering animal,
And fundamentally altered and neutered
Before she knows how to count.

The Logos is destroyed;
None can comprehend or interpret the wise and ancient and dark truths.
All is impossible, and all sayings spoken
Are the lie we ourselves create.
We disperse it abroad,
We fallow the rows of the next generation
To watch the sandstorms tower miles high
And consume the cities...
For, no science can be agreed upon,
The solve to the world's problems are doubted
Simple things we see, and then say there is no proof.
Yet, the problem is there is too much proof,
And we wish to be the horse drawing the carriage
Blinded, and seeing only what is in front.
Noone knows truth. Not one.
I write my poetry in this century---
Yet, I am all alone.