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Everything Is Energy

Created on 2/21/2016. Everything is energy. E=mc^2. A day is over and Sun is down. The lights are out. We dream on clouds. In couple seconds will see the "movie". But won't pinpoint that crossing moment. . We dream alone when we asleep. We dream together when we don't sleep. The fading lines, confusing feelings. Where truth or lies? Fake world of being. . We think that touch helps make it clear. We think that sight removes the fear. With hear, smell, taste we think we know, What's real or not, what makes world go. . Illusion enforced by narrow mindness. We born and placed in box without kindness. The Universe exists without limits. But our box dictates by our feelings. . Interpretation is our limitation. But genius described in one equation. That Universe is light, but we're so stubborn. Interpreting the light as rock and carbon. . The matter equals E, in big amount. So Energy - is only what's around. The world is not what senses are approving. We see just single frame of film that's moving. . But even in the box we are not helpless creatures. We have the brain with thoughts. It's future. It's energy, it's our magic potion, To rule reality as dreams in single motion. . Contest: Equations Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen. Contest description: 1 original, poem on the theme of .............Equations. Any form is acceptable.

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Date: 7/9/2017 9:11:00 AM
I don't believe it Russell! How can this poem with so many reads have no comments. This is a wonderful example of thought-provoking poetry that falls on deaf ears. The last line is a killer. Namaste.
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Russell Grushco
Date: 7/9/2017 10:18:00 PM
Thank u, Phil, for getting the thought and for the comment. Unlike many - u do think )) As far as no comments, I've noticed that if something forces people to use their brains, it pushes them away (( But I'm not wirrying. There ARE like you and to them most of my poems are addressed )))

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