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Close up you can see the colossal amounts of energy
it took to grow this plant from a seed
An even closer look through the microscope,
inside lies the complete genetic information
Images of texture I can almost feel
Spikes that pop up prickly come alive
I have no limits to magnification
I can see vibrant stars dead center
Elements of sunshine tan and green
Sediments of gill filaments in V-shapes
Arrows in grooves with silver linings
Natures details to resemble filigree
Mucus glowing its sickle-shaped petal lobes
Milky sap growing within, aligning
milk vines and perfect pinwheels
Nature’s own flower arrangements
Under a microscope
"Love is the strongest force in the universe."
Can this statement be proven true?
If I were to begin a search
And write down a hypothesis
What parameters should I observe?
Can love be seen under a microscope?
Can its depths be plumbed by a rope?
Can its mass be balanced on a scale,
Or its weight detected by a spring?
If only I can find these numbers,
Will I finally understand…?
Why so many courtship end in disaster
Why friendship can fall apart
If love is so powerful
Then why does it seem so frail?
So much of the cosmos is cold and empty space
Like the void within our souls
That love can’t seem to fill
Still, my heart remains restless
Unwilling to make the conclusion
That love is but vain platitudes
That the universe is all there is…
So much of the cosmos is but cold and empty space
But gossamer threads hold the planets in their place
The radiant orbs move in harmony
To weave cosmic melodies
And though the song of the celestial spheres
Are oft too far to hear
A kindred anthem streams
Oft too close to see
So I listen to the quantum hymn
To study this elementary romance
The force so strong it could subdue
The natural repulsions within the heart of matter
And the bonds forged by the orbital motions
Which construct our terrestrial frames
I know now that even in my utmost lonesome
Atomic serenades reverberate deep within
Forever reaching out for a kin
Vast, cosmic energies is unleashed
When elements finally unite
And when I contemplate these forces sublime
They almost seem divine
"Love is the strongest force in the universe."
I think I am beginning to see
How that statement could be true
Love is the seam that binds all kinds of matter
And that love is three in one
Solid Ideas
A solid idea has a myriad of concrete corners
When you step off the curb take one with you and iron boots
It follows you with definable mass and weight
With cold hard facts to anchor
A solid idea is one that is frozen in time chiseled
Like a statue of hard marble it is always there
Asphalt and trees fill in the landscape by the river
Solid ideas sometimes bathe in the sun by the banks
Hold on to railings of the ship if you should sail there
Metallic footwear will not save you
If you float down the stream of consciousness
Or away into the atmosphere
The edges of street blocks are covered in salt
Under a microscope the crystalline structures take shape
Are cube like forms bunched together
A solid idea is one that grips you firm like that
It replaces, displaces water on the brain
I keep my solid ideas locked up
In chains, in basements, in refrigerators
To be taken out on special occasions
Poured over ice to thaw conversations
A diamond in the Frost ... I am Emily, gazing through the years,
Like Poe from rancid taste and dark smoke shadows
Florescent waste escaping a decrepit yet dulcet wilderness
Backward capabilities frontal verse, I am her the almighty universe
Ascending from yesterday's fall, literally and visibly
Swore to be everything you loathe most - a felicity of illusions
You will dream of me, a parasite you can't get rid of
Ripped open by paper and pen, rising to a new destination
A Destroyer begging to be free in search of a tender rhapsody
Blind by mediocre poets who tend a false nebulous star
No longer, will I impart into defeat - give in to trophy trust
The time of age, my allies whom I call my friends
You are more than words on any God-Given-Day
To those unworthy of me, can march away from my parade
Crying wolves, backstabbing clones, long gone stones
Each file is forgiven & forgotten, however, still trespassing
Under a microscope, some remain to be a decade of lost words
Grazing a forest-grown for old news dripping water on my belly
No matter, after starvation, I found my way back to the same horizon
Finding time and space among a new docile nation
A buried treasure finding face among a fresh myriad generation
With anchors up, I'm headed full force, against every secret endorsed
I am the one you should not fear, I relish this wonderful community
I am she mounted above all years worn rising like a newborn sword
Forged by the earth summon by the pirate's moon political creed
Ascending to a sweet ascension with the best kind of immunity
With paper and pen, I sit to please and prosper my poetry need
To you I leave --- Echoes of snow, numbing you with a poetic soul
Love The Poet Destroyer
I start-out fresh every morning
but my resolve is reheated
Oh, it's med-school Monday-me.
Thank god my bf understands the fact
that on weekdays my time contracts.
Be careful, she may be grumpy and jumpy.
She’s the administrative flunky
the maker of plans
who strategizes for exams
It’s Tuesday-me
I'm in my zone and likely busy
slumberless and frumpiest
a pithy, dismissive miss-prickly.
who may not have been fed
and barely went to bed
It’s Wednesday me
in over my head, but focused,
patience at its lowest
memory’s key when deep
in theories, diseases and diagnoses
steer clear of me please.
Thursday me
with a brain like ground caffeine
irritation verging on obscene
trying not to be mean but acting like a tween
I need everything 2 B done, I’m under the gun
still acquiring scads of knowledge
but prepping for the evaluations to come
It’s Friday - did I sleep?
It’s evaluation day
dressed to impress
there’s a ballet underway
of peers and professeurs
weighing and clinically assaying
how I cope under a microscope
by 3pm I’m played and frayed
but looking forward to some play.
A few laps in the Shangri-La hotel pool,
and before I know it, I’m smiling and energized,
and with a bit of surface polishing, ready to date!
Why aren’t weekends considered therapy?
Is the air lighter? Are the days brighter?
They may not be but they seem so to me.
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Songs for this:
Formidable Cool by Wolf Alice
Tom's Diner (feat. Suzanne Vega) by DNA
Ramble On by Toni Jevicky
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sci-fy news from med-school..
We use antimatter everyday.
With PET scans, we inject radioactive isotopes (literal antimatter) which emit positrons that interact with electrons in your body to create gamma ray bursts we can track to create a detailed 3D map of your body.
Living on a planet, unsure if I belong
Where only sand grains and fossils, seem to last long
The instinct to breathe air, compelling me along
And the miracle that’s water, strives to prolong
Hear the wind blow bending the trees
Feel the bones crack inside my knees
High upon a mountain, an avalanche gives way
Yielding to gravity, and powerful sun rays
Down below I ponder, will this be my last day
Still all goes over my head, as life balks away
Holding my grip busting my balls
gives a nice twist when in free fall
A juggernaut of lies, hurtled down that slope
Widening debris fields, spreading rumours of hope
Is there any big truths, or just lies to help cope
The past looks basic, viewed under a microscope
Fossils don’t lie rocks are not bones
Sand remodels back into stone
I piece together the fossils, search out life’s source
Scream out eureka, til my larynx implodes hoarse
Scan skies for graviton waves, stretching time with force
Try stop that damn avalanche, least alter it’s course
Raw energy blood upon dust
Time’s eternal cascading rust
Evidence can be sketchy, when life forms a scree
In the end information, is all there can be
Empirical pathways, are straightforward to see
If they postulate a god, good enough for me
I’ve crawled before I’ll walk again
Encased in skin til god knows when
As a kid in confession, I’d mostly tell lies
I admitted made up sins, without compromise
The priest liked forgiving, so telling lies was wise
He went easy on penance, devil in disguise
Shame on us both playing such games
He wore a cloak, I’m still the same
Our bodies were celebrities, before we knew fame
Privacy was a luxury, stolen from our innocence,
Our curves measured, scrutinised by envy,
Scales became friends without the empathy,
Put under a microscope, our bodies criticised for growing,
A black girls body, becomes front page news -
The buzzword they religiously used, ‘fast’ as if it were choice
Shamed for being curvy, yet paying for our shape to be replicated,
They instil hate, to make us shrink -
Just for them to showcase the bodies they claim to ‘hate’
Stealing credit, and robbing the spotlight
The aim of their game, was to install shame -
To feel better, for not being naturally shaped
Paper reviews and media highlights,
No protection, just unwanted exposure,
Contracts signed without our permission,
To showcase our bodies, like we are caged animals
Turned into a circus, to point and laugh at,
To hide the fact, that they wish they were black,
Their skin green, with the envy of our blackness -
Projecting hate in disguise of jealousy,
Trapped in a state of constant sadness,
For not living up to an image they worked hard to perfect
Our bodies, were just caught in the crossfires of their anger
Who are those people who write addictive prose
I read their lines and they make me feel transpose
Tell me who they are for I much like to meet them soon
They must be super human who perhaps live on the moon.
They say our fears are liars that like to bring us down,
And if we believe our fears we soon won’t be around
Who are these folks whose poems makes my soul stand still?
Who are these bright people who have such gifted skills?
They seem to be the wise of old that paint a picture out of words
Please tell because their prose makes my heart sing like a bird
Who are these accomplished individuals whose words aluminate my heart?
They must be nightingales that sing their sweet songs in the dark
I sure would like to meet them and hear their words of lore
Do you believe they come from some forgotten shore?
Who are these brilliant personages who write of eternal hope
And love then turn around, and put our lives under a microscope
They tell their stories with such veracity that take my breath away
I want to understand how they know the way I feel every day
At times I wonder how they find the words to make their poetry rhyme
I read their verses with tears upon my face, especially at bedtime
With pen in hand and paper, I try to write words that do not come
And I just can’t describe the sadness, and again I turn to them
Who are these special individuals whose souls are overflowing
With words of wisdom plucked from our universe that’s forever growing
I feel content to read the golden leaves of life from those who have
Paid the price of pain, love and misery
that life can sometimes bring
At birth I saw the opening
And a speck of light
From the world that welcomed me –
The first visible light
To excite my pupils, I guess.
That light comes clearer now
As I pass by the road
Full of dried hit-and-run frogs,
With various scenes of life along.
The dots are exposed:
I see one from the night sky
Like a white paint drop
On a black board,
From a grain of sand by the sea,
From a tiny seed
That waits for the time to sprout,
From the eye of a beast
That secretly solicits love,
And from many others.
The dots lie on such an infinitely wide sheet
That I try to connect them
And cannot see the whole picture.
I think God watches me on the sheet
Under a microscope.
Last night I heard Jane Goodall tell the story of her life of 90 years.
She spoke a lot about her mother…and of her own wishes, dreams and fears.
She spoke about her chimpanzees and their world which she loves living in.
How her mother taught her to judge people by what they do…and not by the color of their skin.
She spoke of how humans think we are separate from the animals…
of how when it comes to this planet…we think we are the heart of it….
but how….when it comes to the animal kingdom…we are only a small part of it.
And she wondered when it comes to our planet…
instead of admiring, loving, appreciating and enjoying it…
how the most intellectual creatures on the Earth…are the ones who are destroying it.
But at the same time she was telling us of her ups and downs…
holding her life under a microscope….
the words she used…even after 90 years…wove a tapestry of hope.
Yes, the more she talked…the more her tapestry of words unfurled…
for the people and other animals on this planet…she has a hope for a better world.
As she outlined reasons for her hope…one rested on all the young people
ready to pick up the mantle…to help fulfill her dream and alleviate her fears…
Which, I imagine, meant all of us…because everyone in the audience…
was younger than her 90 years.
We left her talk inspired…because as her tapestry of hope unfurled…
We know together we can…together we will…and together…we must change the world.
As I listened to this courageous and amazing woman…so wise compassionate and kind…
other women whom I admire popped into my mind.
For I believe if we want to live together in a more compassionate and peaceful way…
perhaps it’s time we listen to what the women have to say!
If we hope to live together in a world where no creature loses…and ever creature gains….
It’s time we listen to the likes of Maya, Emily and Carol…
(and you’ve already heard from Jane.)