I didn’t do my math homework!
I watched T.V instead!
I better come up with an excuse... and quick!
Or else I’m surely dead!
My brother tore it!
It’s in the garbage!
Mom says it causes brain damage!
My power was out!
I had the flu!
I was having trouble excreting my poo!
You know, why even bother?
My excuses are so lame!
I know! My dog ate my homework!
Now to find a dog I can blame...
Why do we need math?
Because it puts us on a narrow path.
Even though it sometimes makes you swell up in wrath.
Math just causes you stress,
But thats not the case.
Its a workers base,
Math is in every place.
Math doesn't have a realistic face,
But when it is used,
It leaves a remarkable trace!
Deep Low Math
Divide the 1st number by nothing, Undefined,
That’s the meaning of TRUE LOVE,
Even the highest integer in a form of positive,
Cannot explain why this thing is greater than any negative
When you expand this formula of “X”, and why?
Why this “X” is = to 1 + 1 is = to us?
What is our common factor? Let me tell you in a simplest form,
Our destiny is collinear and coplanar
Parallel wherever we are
In the start, connection is at the end of Hypotenuse,
Problems make us become variables,
Inequalities make us strong,
But I found out that ½ of my heart fits yours, I chose,
Our life is an equation, we connect like a proportion
Whether our time acts like an acute,
100 % I will give it all just for you,
Our hands intersect with each other
Its so perpendicular as our eyes knew it better
And as I push the number 8 into the ground
It became infinity the sign of my heart
76 + 67 is in commutative Property
Where N is = to 143
These are words that I just want to say,
Let us make a perfect love story using the square root
Of the prime tree, as I say,
Please let me stay with you, Forever and ever, EVERYDAY
five steps, and i’m near you
one touch is all you got to do
not one thing you’re gonna say
just that one touch is okay.
a dozen of matters to talk
just one word would make it fine
worried six times and more
i could only listen to four.
a room for fifty, a seat for one
you let them all in, and you’re left with none
in one heart, for two people
one would rejoice, the other would struggle.
for places and times and faces
that’s just all for one
never give in for another
if you got none under cover.
I am the sum of the ages
beginning before my mother,
before my grandmother,
and before my grandmother's mother.
I am the product of their matriarchal choices,
the quotient of their actions, reflections, and self-images.
I am the difference of their generations.
And I bequeath the equation of this inheritance
to the matrices of my living legacies.
i am a possibility
of many possibilities
i am a ratio
an indecisive factor
in the rest of what this dimension has to offer
the world is a top
i spin it and predict the probability
that the end will equal the means
or perhaps surpass it
even if i never surpass this muck-up
these broken eardrums
and the inquisition of my empty head exclaiming empty words
and i don't even exist
especially to the solipsists, nihilists
and i no longer give a sh--
i am now officially some lazy apathetic prick
oh i could have been a possibility
but that possibility was so small
that you'd need a magnifying glass
and some tweezers
i am rust, oxified and tearing up
i am crust, the sh-- in the ring on the toilet
i am lust, but never just enough
i am bust
i am a loser without a leash and/or choke chain
Negativity isn't something to look for about a person when your soul searching,
People say, "don't look, let it come to you"
How would you find.. if you don't use your eyes to see & your mind to do...
How can you please someone when all your concern with is what they done,
One must see it in them to want to work out a problem then the other Adds on,
Now you two create problem solving, which makes the Sum,
Since there's nothing new under the sun then there's no problem about somebody too hard to overcome,
So when you recognize something like a Difference with them its easier just moving onto the next one,
Why waste your power of humbleness with someone that don't see one PLUS one equals to be a positive not a negative outcome.
You think your smart
but I’m smarter too.
You think your bright
but vision lacks within your sight.
Why say these things do I?
Because brighter smarter, I can sigh.
Dare not indignant ask me why.
Answer quick, I know
the means times square and pie
declare you to I.
These numbers smart do not make you.
Stunned and shocked to reevaluate and ask I am who?
If not a number calculator my self I find is not true.
Shapes of the Past.
Numbers of the Present
Variables of the Future.
Shapes are different for every little hand drawing them,
every grown-up touching them.
Sometimes they miss a point,
only later to remember and disappoint,
in finding it too late to mend,
that broken shape.
Numbers are the same every time you see them,
a constant in problems and mazes of wits.
Yet, with 1 careless mistake,
it changes, never to be fixed again,
because you wrote in pen,
with the confidence of a youth,
the bane and talent of adolescence.
Variables change every time you try to simplify them.
Yet they never change their appearance,
staying the same throughout.
Until that moment,
reaching the last step,
they just become additional numbers,
that might be the right or wrong solution,
later confirmed with substitution.
Why there's a God Proportions divine hand spirals. He's shaping patterns not chaos. Artwork pleasing to the eye the golden rectangle. Clearly seen by His creation check your double helix in every cell. Not theory