Science Spoken Word Poems

It's all

Concepts..

But somehow

Rendering an

Insignificance 

To concepts

Cheers separation

In its persistent 

And undisturbed

Lair..

Another concept...??...

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A wisdom download, 
Some years back , 
Alfonso  Warally Chris asked  
The so called intelligent, " 
Why do those who think 
To be intelligent worship...

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Come to me..
And I will quench.
Umbrella free..
And I will drench. 

Fill your rivers..
Every one.
Morning grass..
I rest upon. 

Cut the rock
In Canyon Grand.
Cool you as
Your skin...

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The most efficient way to change your life
 is by changing your life, 
rearrange your life, 
architect your existence, 
it is as simple as this,...

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Unlocking enslaved brains
Breaking unbreakable chains
How enormous is his humongous Grace
We fail if we perceive success is by virtue of race

Many believe in science 
Others have...

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Upon the promenade, the path is twisted and turned, 
each footfall is set to an unknowable rhythm.

Before thee runs the righteous coil 
or is it...

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Where does poetry begin?
I know it comes from the heart--
but where is that initial start,
that elusive center,
the dwelling of the Muse
where words into expression
first think
before...

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High maintenance, Lots of patience
                 Trying to stay out...

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You’re probably wondering how I did it? How did I cure cancer? Science, medicine, the dark arts? No, I took a photo of myself without...

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( An inquiry into form )

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There-                   ...

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the shortest road
is the one that you know
the longest road
is the one that you love...

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The Observer
So maybe the stars aren't as bright and my eyes don't shine like the past. Enticing are the stars, infinite in the sky. They...

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Now, books made of pulp are amusing antiques;
We people who buy them are all hopeless geeks.
We don't need to waste any wood when instead
We can...

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The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
alone, 
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby...

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It’s like a thousand fists punching you in the back,
shooting you towards the stars and away from the only home you’ve ever known.

And you’ll sit...

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