''Folly''
Prometheus
''Prometheus"
By K. Scott Smith
1.
Prometheus's fire,
and every gift of disobedience
comes at a high cost,
cast from paradise,
with a 'flaming sword',
a ceaseless wound.
eagles pecking tender muscles,
noble liver.
chained to stone
ashes of Titans,
mingles in the air,
such splendid altitudes
fair punishment for grandeur
but grandeur given, not taken!
Thus they call it Justice,
old Gods and their cruel bidding
laid atop a new world
new biddings,
newer fetters.
2.
Taking sparse inventory
Ritual of the stone-
tied to or set in.
words that form and rise and fall,
some spill out for me to collect.
I don't bother reading the papers
what good could come
from beating a hundred dead horses?
I've heard it all before.
told better, and worse.
3.
The storms have come too late
in all but sudden flashes
burns my lungs,
my patience,
and my eyes.
4.
A pledge, an oath,
sometimes the words just write themselves,
sometimes they require 'calculated act of violence'.
Some times in a furry,
so seldom in a hurry..
You could destroy everything around you.
Every tree, every building, any trace of life.
You could be idle,
or wander the ruins of places half rebuilt.
You could recreate from memory,
an entire world where you once lived.
another life-
What to do next,
I'm bored with this indifference,
I shall claim forgotten skies,
And take, as my own, forgotten stars,
a thousand suns will be my eyes-
a hundred more for every hour,
I shall rule forgotten seas
more vast than any on Earth,
I shall be God
but I shall be better than God.
I shall be Just.
& I shall be More.
By K. Scott Smith
1.
Prometheus's fire,
and every gift of disobedience
comes at a high cost,
cast from paradise,
with a 'flaming sword',
a ceaseless wound.
eagles pecking tender muscles,
noble liver.
chained to stone
ashes of Titans,
mingles in the air,
such splendid altitudes
fair punishment for grandeur
but grandeur given, not taken!
Thus they call it Justice,
old Gods and their cruel bidding
laid atop a new world
new biddings,
newer fetters.
2.
Taking sparse inventory
Ritual of the stone-
tied to or set in.
words that form and rise and fall,
some spill out for me to collect.
I don't bother reading the papers
what good could come
from beating a hundred dead horses?
I've heard it all before.
told better, and worse.
3.
The storms have come too late
in all but sudden flashes
burns my lungs,
my patience,
and my eyes.
4.
A pledge, an oath,
sometimes the words just write themselves,
sometimes they require 'calculated act of violence'.
Some times in a furry,
so seldom in a hurry..
You could destroy everything around you.
Every tree, every building, any trace of life.
You could be idle,
or wander the ruins of places half rebuilt.
You could recreate from memory,
an entire world where you once lived.
another life-
What to do next,
I'm bored with this indifference,
I shall claim forgotten skies,
And take, as my own, forgotten stars,
a thousand suns will be my eyes-
a hundred more for every hour,
I shall rule forgotten seas
more vast than any on Earth,
I shall be God
but I shall be better than God.
I shall be Just.
& I shall be More.
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