Peace
Cold air blows gently
Through the quiet midnight sky
People are sleeping
Friday, January 19, 2018
Mountainous Achievement
MOUNTAINOUS ACHIEVEMENT
Mightier than any man,
Stronger than anything.
Years in millions have passed
And barely a crack on its
Unforgivingly barren face.
In California, in Yosemite
It stands unconquered, undefeated
For over 200 years
On its Dawn Wall.
Rock climbers have tried,
Their gear protecting them
From the anger of the
Sheer plain face of rock
El Capitan. All have failed
Giving up, unable to
Balance their fingers and
Toes on ledges of rock
Thinner than a pencil,
Their calloused hands
Burning from gripping anything
They can, struggling to go on.
Kevin Jorgeson and Tommy Caldwell,
Climbers of remarkable
Perseverance and skill
Set out on this task
Of David conquering Goliath
Despite the task
Being fraught with peril.
They packed meals for
Days, getting ready for
What was ahead of them
Huge bags, with tents
And gear, roped up
By massive pulleys
As they hunted for a place
To spend the night.
It remained that way
For 18 days, climbing
Up with what footholds
They found, risking everything…
Finally, on the 18th day,
That sacred number, the number
Of days of the Mahabharata,
There was a joyful hallali
O’er Goliath’s corpse
Lying on the ground,
Vanquished at last.
The men, who with determination
So unending had done it
Performed a dance of
Ecstasy as they stood
On the summit of El Capitan
And enjoyed the rosy
Hues of the sun
Rising from behind the
Mountains, illuminating
Their world and the
Valley for them to feast
Their eyes upon.
The Tired Physicist
1:
F is ma, tan, cos, sin
Candela tells you 'bout the shine.
I'm tired of collisions, g and e,
Hadrons and muons mean nothing to me.
String Theory and Newton's Law
Meaningless conclusions I fin'lly draw
Torque, electrons, Faraday
Gimme a breakthrough, I constantly pray...
Chorus:
For every reaction there's an equal opposite one
Helium from H by the corona of the sun.
Physics research now seems like a chore
Momentum, resistance is now a bore
I'm a tired physicist, I'm a tired, tired physicist...
2:
Singularity, Quarks and Universe Strings
Bernoulli's Principle in airplane wings.
Ohm's Law, De Broglie, Cathode Rays,
I see Venus through my telescope's gaze
Oort Cloud, Kuiper Belt, Galvani,
Cornea, Retina, Lets Us See
Myopia, Joule, Volt and Watt,
By Higgs Boson, Mass is brought
3:
Thermodynamics, Microwaves
Meteorites? Friction Saves.
Kepler, Brahe, Asteroids,
Exoplanets, Planetoids
Relativity, Static, Motion,
Archimedes, Electrocution,
Angular Momentum, Pressure Applied,
But my Physics interest has finally died
(chorus)
F is ma, tan, cos, sin
Candela tells you 'bout the shine.
I'm tired of collisions, g and e,
Hadrons and muons mean nothing to me.
String Theory and Newton's Law
Meaningless conclusions I fin'lly draw
Torque, electrons, Faraday
Gimme a breakthrough, I constantly pray...
Chorus:
For every reaction there's an equal opposite one
Helium from H by the corona of the sun.
Physics research now seems like a chore
Momentum, resistance is now a bore
I'm a tired physicist, I'm a tired, tired physicist...
2:
Singularity, Quarks and Universe Strings
Bernoulli's Principle in airplane wings.
Ohm's Law, De Broglie, Cathode Rays,
I see Venus through my telescope's gaze
Oort Cloud, Kuiper Belt, Galvani,
Cornea, Retina, Lets Us See
Myopia, Joule, Volt and Watt,
By Higgs Boson, Mass is brought
3:
Thermodynamics, Microwaves
Meteorites? Friction Saves.
Kepler, Brahe, Asteroids,
Exoplanets, Planetoids
Relativity, Static, Motion,
Archimedes, Electrocution,
Angular Momentum, Pressure Applied,
But my Physics interest has finally died
(chorus)
Dragon's Lament
I opine with sunlight glinting off my scales
What would I do if my race fails?
What if those greedy Knights grew so brave
That they would slay us in our slumber inside our cave?
What if we were slain, until extinction
While those Knights got all distinction
While we were wiped out, our heads cut off
Our body paraded, beer mead quaffed
Would there be survivors to restart our age?
Who to our destruction provide a gauge?
We always hear the Knight,'s stunning story.
While he celebrates drunken in glory
Sure, there are fools who we burn to a fritter
But they think we're some weakling critter.
Why can't you fools recognize
The implications if our race dies?
Must you charge so gallantly in
Your armour and chainmail creating a din?
And raise your swords of tempered steel
Heroically and full of zeal
And cut us off as we snore
Is there need for all this gore?
So, humans, I beg to thee
Stop killing us and so will we
No more rampage full of fury
No more burning old McDrury.
We are noble creatures, just and strong
Stop killing us and doing us wrong.
Our scales our treasured by your kind
But a million more treasures there are to find
Our heads, snarling vapidly on your walls
As a decoration and a Swansong now adorning your halls
We engage in philosophy, we think what for?
But you foolish humans engage in war
Why must you slay us with feelings of vain?,
Cannot you feel our thornlike pain?
Mankind, I ask to thee
Stop this nonsense and leave us be.
What would I do if my race fails?
What if those greedy Knights grew so brave
That they would slay us in our slumber inside our cave?
What if we were slain, until extinction
While those Knights got all distinction
While we were wiped out, our heads cut off
Our body paraded, beer mead quaffed
Would there be survivors to restart our age?
Who to our destruction provide a gauge?
We always hear the Knight,'s stunning story.
While he celebrates drunken in glory
Sure, there are fools who we burn to a fritter
But they think we're some weakling critter.
Why can't you fools recognize
The implications if our race dies?
Must you charge so gallantly in
Your armour and chainmail creating a din?
And raise your swords of tempered steel
Heroically and full of zeal
And cut us off as we snore
Is there need for all this gore?
So, humans, I beg to thee
Stop killing us and so will we
No more rampage full of fury
No more burning old McDrury.
We are noble creatures, just and strong
Stop killing us and doing us wrong.
Our scales our treasured by your kind
But a million more treasures there are to find
Our heads, snarling vapidly on your walls
As a decoration and a Swansong now adorning your halls
We engage in philosophy, we think what for?
But you foolish humans engage in war
Why must you slay us with feelings of vain?,
Cannot you feel our thornlike pain?
Mankind, I ask to thee
Stop this nonsense and leave us be.
Axl Chuck Rodent
Story:
One morning, my dad called us to the yard, and showed us a tiny pink thing, wriggling and squirming on the ground. It seemed unlike a rat, yet it was undoubtedly a rodent. We eventually decided it was a squirrel. It was only a few days old, it's eyes were still firmly shut. We stayed up, constantly feeding it milk, water and cleaning it with cotton. It seemed as if it could possibly survive. One day, as per recommendations of the internet, we fed it lactogen. It was too much for its weak body to handle this new food and he peacefully passed away.
Poem (The Actual Tribute):
1)Wriggling, squirming in the sun
Have your threads of life been spun?
Pink and naked, eyes wide shut
Your fallen body still uncut.
The squirrel's nest, up on high
From there to our world, you did fly.
Our exclamations at your arrival
Our hesitations of your survival.
A shoe box, padded in cotton
The air holes, not forgotten
Furry, scratching at the air
Hoping to see if your mother's there.
Chorus:
Hush, little Axl, it'll be allright
Keep your spirits up, we'll continue to fight
Hang in there, little buddy, we'll pull you through
Keep you alive, give you life anew.
Do you have a chance, will you amaze?
Will you survive through the coming days?
Axl Chuck Rodent, fur caramel brown,
Don't go to heaven and let us down.
2) Milk being fed, a true achievement
But will your saga end in bereavement?
Can you survive, Axl, through this test?
Or will you ascend on your celestial quest?
1:30 in the morning, the light flips on,
Time to feed you, else you'll be gone.
Little lips, smacking to and fro
Your movements pained, your wriggling slow.
Are you deteriorating, Axl Chuck?
In in death's mire, now permanently stuck?
The cotton cleaning, gently rubbed
The milk off your tiny body scrubbed.
3) The next day was Monday, feeling blue
Thankfully Axl had pulled through
School we went, mom was taking care
As Axl waved his hands throughout the air.
Lactogen was the new food fed
Too much to take, you ended up dead.
We buried you amongst the leaves littered
Our hearts heavy and embittered.
When you run around the great tree in the sky
And witness all the angels fly
Axl, remember us, who tried our best
To save you, but ultimately put you to rest.
One morning, my dad called us to the yard, and showed us a tiny pink thing, wriggling and squirming on the ground. It seemed unlike a rat, yet it was undoubtedly a rodent. We eventually decided it was a squirrel. It was only a few days old, it's eyes were still firmly shut. We stayed up, constantly feeding it milk, water and cleaning it with cotton. It seemed as if it could possibly survive. One day, as per recommendations of the internet, we fed it lactogen. It was too much for its weak body to handle this new food and he peacefully passed away.
Poem (The Actual Tribute):
1)Wriggling, squirming in the sun
Have your threads of life been spun?
Pink and naked, eyes wide shut
Your fallen body still uncut.
The squirrel's nest, up on high
From there to our world, you did fly.
Our exclamations at your arrival
Our hesitations of your survival.
A shoe box, padded in cotton
The air holes, not forgotten
Furry, scratching at the air
Hoping to see if your mother's there.
Chorus:
Hush, little Axl, it'll be allright
Keep your spirits up, we'll continue to fight
Hang in there, little buddy, we'll pull you through
Keep you alive, give you life anew.
Do you have a chance, will you amaze?
Will you survive through the coming days?
Axl Chuck Rodent, fur caramel brown,
Don't go to heaven and let us down.
2) Milk being fed, a true achievement
But will your saga end in bereavement?
Can you survive, Axl, through this test?
Or will you ascend on your celestial quest?
1:30 in the morning, the light flips on,
Time to feed you, else you'll be gone.
Little lips, smacking to and fro
Your movements pained, your wriggling slow.
Are you deteriorating, Axl Chuck?
In in death's mire, now permanently stuck?
The cotton cleaning, gently rubbed
The milk off your tiny body scrubbed.
3) The next day was Monday, feeling blue
Thankfully Axl had pulled through
School we went, mom was taking care
As Axl waved his hands throughout the air.
Lactogen was the new food fed
Too much to take, you ended up dead.
We buried you amongst the leaves littered
Our hearts heavy and embittered.
When you run around the great tree in the sky
And witness all the angels fly
Axl, remember us, who tried our best
To save you, but ultimately put you to rest.
Apocalypse
Do you remember jet skies with glittering stars
Now the sky lies embittered and lacerated with scars.
The prophets have fallen, yet their words ring true
Harbingers of doom, if only we knew.
The world is destroyed, nature's beauty we smash
Now all that lies as remnants is smoky ash.
Burning skies, proliferating drugs and bars
Greed and addictions, polluting cars.
CHORUS
The human race has scarred our world
Ravaged as it as in space it swirled.
If aliens would visit us in posterity
All they'd see is our sheer barbarity.
People are falling, Mother Earth destroyed
Her people are sick and unemployed.
Our future is blemished, a veritable smear
Can we say that we're sincere?
The human race is failing, our hearts are turning leaden
By this approaching Armageddon.
Enriched we are, yet we cannot show care
Of our path of destruction, we are not aware.
Apocalypse...
2. Are we on a path of no return?
Are we gone like the forests that we burn?
Cannot we open our eyes and see
That we have twisted nature's harmony?
Our fantasies of endless greed
To what finale do they lead?
Are Tikal's predictions to be believed
With our ties with nature severely cleaved?
[Chorus]
3. Forests are now a thing of myth
One or two, much like the Sith.
We have machinery, bulldozers and cranes
For destroying our trees and scarring our plains.
All the communities have together warred
In a land where honesty is abhorred.
We act like beasts, all uncouth
Our societies are all going south...
[Chorus]
(Apocalypse)x3
Now the sky lies embittered and lacerated with scars.
The prophets have fallen, yet their words ring true
Harbingers of doom, if only we knew.
The world is destroyed, nature's beauty we smash
Now all that lies as remnants is smoky ash.
Burning skies, proliferating drugs and bars
Greed and addictions, polluting cars.
CHORUS
The human race has scarred our world
Ravaged as it as in space it swirled.
If aliens would visit us in posterity
All they'd see is our sheer barbarity.
People are falling, Mother Earth destroyed
Her people are sick and unemployed.
Our future is blemished, a veritable smear
Can we say that we're sincere?
The human race is failing, our hearts are turning leaden
By this approaching Armageddon.
Enriched we are, yet we cannot show care
Of our path of destruction, we are not aware.
Apocalypse...
2. Are we on a path of no return?
Are we gone like the forests that we burn?
Cannot we open our eyes and see
That we have twisted nature's harmony?
Our fantasies of endless greed
To what finale do they lead?
Are Tikal's predictions to be believed
With our ties with nature severely cleaved?
[Chorus]
3. Forests are now a thing of myth
One or two, much like the Sith.
We have machinery, bulldozers and cranes
For destroying our trees and scarring our plains.
All the communities have together warred
In a land where honesty is abhorred.
We act like beasts, all uncouth
Our societies are all going south...
[Chorus]
(Apocalypse)x3
Allergic to Magic
An incantation whizzes through the sky
A spell is uttered to make brooms fly
Magi mumble magic, miracles manifest
Giant balls of magic energy are coalesced.
A pixie flutters to and fro, magic spells abounding
I stand in the midst of this magical surrounding.
The students have grown into wizards and witches
Capable from calling lightning to healing stitches.
As professor of this college, I have secrets to hold
And one can't be revealed for all the gold
The university's crest, the magic skills
Seeing it sometimes scares but thrills
My secret is dark, it's so tragic
It's that I have an allergy to magic
What can be done when magic makes you sneeze
And makes you fall down on your knees?
And writhe in pain, and make headaches arise
And get red patches in your eyes
I don't know how I became professor here
When magic makes me shed a tear
It goes on, here, life is hell
When you can't even handle a spell
A spell whizzes past me, I shed a tear
What the heck am I doing here?!
I scream "I'm going!" and run to the gate
My temperature feels like 108.
My stomach aches, the gatekeepers stand
Staring at my lachrymal gland.
" I quit!" I scream, and with raging ire
My headaches burn like a blazing fire
Writhing on the ground, I see a face
And feel the school nurse's calming embrace
Now taken the pills, I teach spells to a kid
My allergies to magic permanently rid.
(And nobody knows except for the gatekeepers, a few students and the nurse!)
A spell is uttered to make brooms fly
Magi mumble magic, miracles manifest
Giant balls of magic energy are coalesced.
A pixie flutters to and fro, magic spells abounding
I stand in the midst of this magical surrounding.
The students have grown into wizards and witches
Capable from calling lightning to healing stitches.
As professor of this college, I have secrets to hold
And one can't be revealed for all the gold
The university's crest, the magic skills
Seeing it sometimes scares but thrills
My secret is dark, it's so tragic
It's that I have an allergy to magic
What can be done when magic makes you sneeze
And makes you fall down on your knees?
And writhe in pain, and make headaches arise
And get red patches in your eyes
I don't know how I became professor here
When magic makes me shed a tear
It goes on, here, life is hell
When you can't even handle a spell
A spell whizzes past me, I shed a tear
What the heck am I doing here?!
I scream "I'm going!" and run to the gate
My temperature feels like 108.
My stomach aches, the gatekeepers stand
Staring at my lachrymal gland.
" I quit!" I scream, and with raging ire
My headaches burn like a blazing fire
Writhing on the ground, I see a face
And feel the school nurse's calming embrace
Now taken the pills, I teach spells to a kid
My allergies to magic permanently rid.
(And nobody knows except for the gatekeepers, a few students and the nurse!)
Summer
Sunlight hitting the dusty road
In a land where lies the Sun's abode
The blazing sun parches the land
Trees like silent watchers stand
Waving in the gentle breeze.
The children are told not to go out
In the sun, not to walk about
They wear their cottons and under the fan
Make their grandiose evening plan
As they wait for the clock to tick.
The water bottles lie in the fridge
As the sun lights the golden ridge
Of distant houses, baked in the heat
Their owners having flip-flopped feet
And basking in the shade.
The distant sound of hawking
Some local ice-cream, people flocking
Far away their bells toll away
All hoping for a cooling spray
In the form of a summer shower.
The fruits are ripening on the trees
The Koel's call is carried by the breeze
The juicy mangoes are cherished by all
Golden yellow in the season of Sol
Waiting for devouring.
At last, the gentle winds caress you soft
And the warm smells of petrichor around you waft
The drizzle cools the thirstly land
And splashes upon your outstretched hand
To bring joy and water to all.
In a land where lies the Sun's abode
The blazing sun parches the land
Trees like silent watchers stand
Waving in the gentle breeze.
The children are told not to go out
In the sun, not to walk about
They wear their cottons and under the fan
Make their grandiose evening plan
As they wait for the clock to tick.
The water bottles lie in the fridge
As the sun lights the golden ridge
Of distant houses, baked in the heat
Their owners having flip-flopped feet
And basking in the shade.
The distant sound of hawking
Some local ice-cream, people flocking
Far away their bells toll away
All hoping for a cooling spray
In the form of a summer shower.
The fruits are ripening on the trees
The Koel's call is carried by the breeze
The juicy mangoes are cherished by all
Golden yellow in the season of Sol
Waiting for devouring.
At last, the gentle winds caress you soft
And the warm smells of petrichor around you waft
The drizzle cools the thirstly land
And splashes upon your outstretched hand
To bring joy and water to all.
Razing Raw Rage
When the bloodlust fades away from your burning eyes
And the soul cools down after mighty flare
When the festering clouds clear from angry red skies
When your conscience mends the small internal tear
You see the world again, through views refreshed
No more cages, no more trappings and bond
Within the golden light enmeshed
A chance to wake up to calling voices and respond
In hazy dust of bustling crowd
In twisting, weaving fractals of men
The high that leads one to spear the clouds
Fill the mind's verdant glen.
A pallid remnant of angry burst
Is all that remains, now only calm
The red rage is now dispersed
The body's very own healing balm.
And the soul cools down after mighty flare
When the festering clouds clear from angry red skies
When your conscience mends the small internal tear
You see the world again, through views refreshed
No more cages, no more trappings and bond
Within the golden light enmeshed
A chance to wake up to calling voices and respond
In hazy dust of bustling crowd
In twisting, weaving fractals of men
The high that leads one to spear the clouds
Fill the mind's verdant glen.
A pallid remnant of angry burst
Is all that remains, now only calm
The red rage is now dispersed
The body's very own healing balm.
Important Matters
Aristotle made an observation profound,
That matter surrounded us - all around!
Scientists studied matter of kinds,
And they made some interesting finds.
That matter surrounded us - all around!
Scientists studied matter of kinds,
And they made some interesting finds.
In the 1600s you had Leeuwenhoek,
Who changed the world with his microscope.
He saw little creatures with only one cell,
Observing water that was taken from a well.
Who changed the world with his microscope.
He saw little creatures with only one cell,
Observing water that was taken from a well.
How profound! they all abound
In the water and on the ground.
"what made matter?" scientists thought
"what could it be - oh truly what?"
Two different ideas prevailed back then
One said 'particulate!', the other said "Men,
Isn't matter like a block of tin?
It can be hot or cold or thick or thin."
But that just didn't seem to be quite right,
Sparking off another fight.
Finally, a bloke named JJ Thomson came,
By solving this question, he'd earn his fame.
In the water and on the ground.
"what made matter?" scientists thought
"what could it be - oh truly what?"
Two different ideas prevailed back then
One said 'particulate!', the other said "Men,
Isn't matter like a block of tin?
It can be hot or cold or thick or thin."
But that just didn't seem to be quite right,
Sparking off another fight.
Finally, a bloke named JJ Thomson came,
By solving this question, he'd earn his fame.
He discovered that atoms made it up
But Thomson wasn't done, his time not up
He opined, and thought that "Hey!
How did atoms make weighty things weigh?"
He concluded at last, they have a mass;
they're made up of protons (now that's just class)
Thomson drew his model of an atom- O Fie!
It ended up looking like an apple pie!
Rutherford, who hailed from N-zee,
Discovered the core of positivity
He took some gold (wife's jewelry kit?)
And slammed it with alphas, oh how they hit!
Most passed through, but he saw something strange,
Some of the particles bounced straight out their range
And so, the idea of a nucleus was born,
Kinda like the centre in an ear of corn.
But Thomson wasn't done, his time not up
He opined, and thought that "Hey!
How did atoms make weighty things weigh?"
He concluded at last, they have a mass;
they're made up of protons (now that's just class)
Thomson drew his model of an atom- O Fie!
It ended up looking like an apple pie!
Rutherford, who hailed from N-zee,
Discovered the core of positivity
He took some gold (wife's jewelry kit?)
And slammed it with alphas, oh how they hit!
Most passed through, but he saw something strange,
Some of the particles bounced straight out their range
And so, the idea of a nucleus was born,
Kinda like the centre in an ear of corn.
Let's wind time back about 200 years,
When the winds of change began turning the gears
Joseph Priestley, scientist beyond compare
Discovered something called, 'dephlogisticated air'
It was renamed Oxygen by Lavoisier of France,
A vital element in the cosmic dance.
Hennig Brand - I'd better not miss,
He tried to make gold out of piss!
He let it ferment for many a moon,
And ground it and smashed it by using a spoon.
He heated it and 'woah'ed,
Whatever he had found, it glowed!
Phosphorus abbreviated to P,
Symbol describes it's discovery
Much later in Zurich in a patent office there
Sat a clerk with some crazy hair
He was working on Physics about space - time
Close to breakthrough covered in grime
When he released his findings nobody cared
To see his equation e=Mc squared
Albert Einstein he was indeed
He's the greatest, all agreed.
A German guy by name Max Planck,
Found something that many would thank.
Quantum Physics is what was its name,
It gained Max Planck considerable fame.
Electrons could do impossible things,
As if they were magical wizards with wings.
Time travel, being in 2 places at once,
These properties made scientists feel like a dunce.
How is this possible? How is it done?!
(Still working on it: Won't jump the gun)
When the winds of change began turning the gears
Joseph Priestley, scientist beyond compare
Discovered something called, 'dephlogisticated air'
It was renamed Oxygen by Lavoisier of France,
A vital element in the cosmic dance.
Hennig Brand - I'd better not miss,
He tried to make gold out of piss!
He let it ferment for many a moon,
And ground it and smashed it by using a spoon.
He heated it and 'woah'ed,
Whatever he had found, it glowed!
Phosphorus abbreviated to P,
Symbol describes it's discovery
Much later in Zurich in a patent office there
Sat a clerk with some crazy hair
He was working on Physics about space - time
Close to breakthrough covered in grime
When he released his findings nobody cared
To see his equation e=Mc squared
Albert Einstein he was indeed
He's the greatest, all agreed.
A German guy by name Max Planck,
Found something that many would thank.
Quantum Physics is what was its name,
It gained Max Planck considerable fame.
Electrons could do impossible things,
As if they were magical wizards with wings.
Time travel, being in 2 places at once,
These properties made scientists feel like a dunce.
How is this possible? How is it done?!
(Still working on it: Won't jump the gun)
Let's now look at a fellow named Bohr,
He was looking into atoms (we'll see what for...)
He found that atoms got energy in a packet,
Quanta, he called them, it made quite a racket!
He later wrote, in a news article,
That he had found a new particle!
Hantaro Nagoka, a Japanese guy,
Let the science world let out a sigh.
When he drew the atom's new shape,
A centred nucleus, with electrons like a cape.
Turn your sights to Murray Gell-Mann,
A Caltech scientist, for Nobel Prize ran,
With his discovery of something called 'Quark',
Proving to the world that he was no dork.
They made up atoms, the vital part,
Gave many new sciences life to start.
In 1953, in an English lab,
Some people made a discovery- very fab!
They had discovered DNA,
Nobel for them? Yes! Hooray!
DNA's structure: a double helix,
By Watson and Crick (not Felix)
In the past, a while ago,
The science of genetics began to grow.
William Morgan, a brilliant dude,
Was in a decidedly tedious mood.
He started a job that took years to end,
Years of careful work- fruit flies to tend!
He bred fruit flies to check for some traits,
Red eyes? White wings? He checked all mates.
Heredity was what his work helped out,
We understood genes that we didn't know about.
If you can be like these men; smart and clever,
Then your name just might be immortalized forever.
THE END
When he drew the atom's new shape,
A centred nucleus, with electrons like a cape.
Turn your sights to Murray Gell-Mann,
A Caltech scientist, for Nobel Prize ran,
With his discovery of something called 'Quark',
Proving to the world that he was no dork.
They made up atoms, the vital part,
Gave many new sciences life to start.
In 1953, in an English lab,
Some people made a discovery- very fab!
They had discovered DNA,
Nobel for them? Yes! Hooray!
DNA's structure: a double helix,
By Watson and Crick (not Felix)
In the past, a while ago,
The science of genetics began to grow.
William Morgan, a brilliant dude,
Was in a decidedly tedious mood.
He started a job that took years to end,
Years of careful work- fruit flies to tend!
He bred fruit flies to check for some traits,
Red eyes? White wings? He checked all mates.
Heredity was what his work helped out,
We understood genes that we didn't know about.
If you can be like these men; smart and clever,
Then your name just might be immortalized forever.
THE END
The Monster-2
The light cast shadows on the darkened wall,
They beckoned to me, they seemed to call.
Amongst the dancing shadows, something huge I saw,
With glowing eyes and wicked teeth and a deadly killer’s claw.
The monster had returned; it had come back to haunt me so.
The monster had returned; it had come back to haunt me so.
To steal away my future years, my valued years to grow.
I ran out the room, with an air of hysteria,
I ran to my sister’s room, with walls a deep wisteria.
I shook her wide awake, warning of the threat,
That had us trapped within the house like fish trapped in a net.
The monster had now sensed where we were,
It ran towards us, now a blur.
It grabbed us both in one hand each,
Its grip didn’t allow us even to screech.
The monster, stealthily he did stride,
With two children held tightly at its side.
The monster walked on, through all terrain,
We seemed hard of hope again.
The monster took us into his lairs,
What would become of us-the monster-slayers?
Pitch black caves the monster covered,
Between life and death, we felt we hovered.
There was a rancid smell of must and mold,
In the shadows lurked something old.
Could the monster have a master?
He was now treading ahead faster
He was now treading ahead faster
The temperatures went soaring,
The monster began roaring.
Was it a call to his primeval lord?
Or signs for a sacrifice to a bloodthirsty god?
It took a step closer, onto a platform,
Below us was darkness, lacking shape or form.
It placed us down on the ground.
But we were far from safe and sound.
Opening its drooling mouth it madly shrieked.
Of blood and flesh and human bones, it reeked
It looked around; I sprang to my feet,
I was sweating profusely in this sweltering heat.
I rammed into the monster with all my power,
Did I see the monster cower?The monster tottered on the edge of the abyss,
And down he went with a punch from my sis.
The creature collapsed into the void.
It was defeated; we were overjoyed.
Powerful winds blew around me,
Whipping around us like a banshee.
They transported us through the darkness of the cave,
To endure this, we had to be brave.
I found myself, back in my room,
With no signs of any approaching doom
Now we're back in our beds, safe and sound,
No bloodthirsty monsters anywhere around.
The Monster-1
Let me tell you the story of a hot summer night,
When my sister and I nearly died of fright.
We were up in the treehouse, reading our books,
Passing silent smiles, or exchanging strange looks.
When out from the grass patch near the old elm,
Came out a roar from some supernatural realm.
I spied out the window of our house in the tree,
And I saw something that I'd never again see.
Something humongous had emerged in the patch,
With glowing red eyes, and fangs to match.
Its murderous eyes had the look that could kill,
We crouched in a corner, incredibly still.
We could hear the monster stomp in the yard,
As we heard it, I was on my guard.
The monster smelled us, it rushed to our tree,
This was terrifying, you'll surely agree.
I looked into the monster's burning eyes,
I sensed that this was the moment of my demise.
A shotgun, a cannon or a normal sword,
Could save me from getting completely gored.
But no weapon lay within my reach,
As the monster came near, my sister did screech.
I grabbed a rubberband from my sister's hair,
And aimed where the monster's eye was there.
It hit perfectly; the monster was beat.
It demonstrated a hasty retreat.
But the monster dropped something as it ran away,
A tiny dagger, silvery-grey.
This memento still lies there, upon the shelf,
Too small for a fairy, or even an elf.
The Painting
I have a picture of a ship,
It's hung upon my wall,
Whenever I walk by to and fro,
I hardly see it at all.
When I'm all alone at home,
And bored beyond compare,
I glance at the blank white wall,
And Lo! The picture's there!
Blues turn into glorious azures,
Every green is a dazzling patch,
I can see the wind flapping in the mast,
I can see the cannon's hatch.
It's a masterpiece indeed,
The Mona Lisa's match,
The artist (of course) is me,
But then I hear the door's latch.
My parents have returned,
The picture fades away,
Leaving itself for admiring,
On another boring day.
It's hung upon my wall,
Whenever I walk by to and fro,
I hardly see it at all.
When I'm all alone at home,
And bored beyond compare,
I glance at the blank white wall,
And Lo! The picture's there!
Blues turn into glorious azures,
Every green is a dazzling patch,
I can see the wind flapping in the mast,
I can see the cannon's hatch.
It's a masterpiece indeed,
The Mona Lisa's match,
The artist (of course) is me,
But then I hear the door's latch.
My parents have returned,
The picture fades away,
Leaving itself for admiring,
On another boring day.
Injury
I was walking through the woods one day
But I seemed to just have lost my way
Turn after turn, seemed labyrinthine
To places new and places I'd been.
Finally, in a thicket, A new place for me,
I heard the moan of an injury
A guttural kind of whining sound
That seemed to vibrate through the ground.
I found the source and walked till there
A bird in the bush neede some care.
Its wing was broken, bent odd
The bone was smashed, I thought "Oh God!"
I picked it up gently and put it in my hand
It got alarmed and tried to leap to the land
It's body was shaking, I don't know if it's fear
There was a twig in its wing sticking out like a spear.
Holding it gently, I walked down the path
Hoping to nurse it and give it a bath.
"How can I heal it?" I thought, pensive.
"It surely requires some healing intensive!
After walking down forest trails unknown
The lights of my house through the big trees shone.
I went inside and explained what I'd found
My point substantiated by that mournful chirping sound
I took out the tweezers from a nearby kit
Placed the bird on a tabler and on the chair did I sit
I pulled out the stick with considerable care
I saw the condition of the wing- the membrane had a tear.
I applied a sticky bandage to the point where it was hurt
I washed its wing it medicine to clean up all the dirt.
I plastered its wings with sticks and tape
I hoped that it would heal and regain its shape.
We fed it food and water 13 times a day
And we all fervently prayed that it would be okay
One day in the morning
When the sun was in the sky
It ran around and flapped its wing
We thought "It's ready to fly!"
I cut off all the plaster
And prepared for it to go
I lifted it- the bone was healed
It seemed to liter'ly glow.
We let it off in the yard
Into the sky it flew
Into that clouded azure
Into that endless blue.
Two months later, in the woods again
Me thundering through the plants
I hear a familiar chirping sound
"Could it be? There IS a chance..."
I lift open the thicket
And suddn'ly see a nest
Owned by the bird i saved
Her babies in them rest
She chirps and hops on to my hand
She gently pecks my wrist
I stroke her soft brown feathers
I feel as if I've been kissed!
The injury has healed now
She's flying really well
All because of me
Who saved her when she fell.
But I seemed to just have lost my way
Turn after turn, seemed labyrinthine
To places new and places I'd been.
Finally, in a thicket, A new place for me,
I heard the moan of an injury
A guttural kind of whining sound
That seemed to vibrate through the ground.
I found the source and walked till there
A bird in the bush neede some care.
Its wing was broken, bent odd
The bone was smashed, I thought "Oh God!"
I picked it up gently and put it in my hand
It got alarmed and tried to leap to the land
It's body was shaking, I don't know if it's fear
There was a twig in its wing sticking out like a spear.
Holding it gently, I walked down the path
Hoping to nurse it and give it a bath.
"How can I heal it?" I thought, pensive.
"It surely requires some healing intensive!
After walking down forest trails unknown
The lights of my house through the big trees shone.
I went inside and explained what I'd found
My point substantiated by that mournful chirping sound
I took out the tweezers from a nearby kit
Placed the bird on a tabler and on the chair did I sit
I pulled out the stick with considerable care
I saw the condition of the wing- the membrane had a tear.
I applied a sticky bandage to the point where it was hurt
I washed its wing it medicine to clean up all the dirt.
I plastered its wings with sticks and tape
I hoped that it would heal and regain its shape.
We fed it food and water 13 times a day
And we all fervently prayed that it would be okay
One day in the morning
When the sun was in the sky
It ran around and flapped its wing
We thought "It's ready to fly!"
I cut off all the plaster
And prepared for it to go
I lifted it- the bone was healed
It seemed to liter'ly glow.
We let it off in the yard
Into the sky it flew
Into that clouded azure
Into that endless blue.
Two months later, in the woods again
Me thundering through the plants
I hear a familiar chirping sound
"Could it be? There IS a chance..."
I lift open the thicket
And suddn'ly see a nest
Owned by the bird i saved
Her babies in them rest
She chirps and hops on to my hand
She gently pecks my wrist
I stroke her soft brown feathers
I feel as if I've been kissed!
The injury has healed now
She's flying really well
All because of me
Who saved her when she fell.
Prize
His head adorns a mantelpiece
A showoff to the friends
A dusty rug was omce his fleece
His mighty existence ends.
A British ruler bagged him
While hunting in Nepal
It was a rifle that shot him
That caused him to fall
CHORUS
His now vapid snarling frown
Resting on the wall
Placed as if it were a crown
His listless eyes appal
His glossy stripey shiny pelt
Skinned and gath'ring dust
Once fierce but it was soft as felt
Is this really a must!?
-----These animals are burning out
As William Blake once said
Our symbol of majesty 'bout
To be perm'nently dead.
His hautê-couture of orange stripes
Gone from its jungle den
Of its land of forest wooden pipes
Disappeared from the fen
As a man, it's really a shame
That this day did ever come
Mother Earth is cursing our name
Why've we been so dumb?!
CHORUS
A showoff to the friends
A dusty rug was omce his fleece
His mighty existence ends.
A British ruler bagged him
While hunting in Nepal
It was a rifle that shot him
That caused him to fall
CHORUS
His now vapid snarling frown
Resting on the wall
Placed as if it were a crown
His listless eyes appal
His glossy stripey shiny pelt
Skinned and gath'ring dust
Once fierce but it was soft as felt
Is this really a must!?
-----These animals are burning out
As William Blake once said
Our symbol of majesty 'bout
To be perm'nently dead.
His hautê-couture of orange stripes
Gone from its jungle den
Of its land of forest wooden pipes
Disappeared from the fen
As a man, it's really a shame
That this day did ever come
Mother Earth is cursing our name
Why've we been so dumb?!
CHORUS
The Birder's Laments
In the foliage, a flash of green
Colors of a vine snake, serpentine.
Emanating from the bushes, a raucous call,
That harsh chattering is a broadbill’s call!
I’m an intrepid explorer in Bangladeash,
A sleeveless shirt and shorts (this is my vesh)
The sweltering heat makes me sweat
My entire shirt is feeling wet.
Camera ‘round my neck, binocs in 1 hand,
Salt stick in the other, to kill leeches in this land.
My legs and hands are paining, I nurse my wounded arm
The forest is amazing though, and hasn’t lost its charm.
I’ve seen 80 lifers in a matter of 2 days
I shall wait a little more to see how the fate plays.
A yuhina flock flies overhead, I’ve seen them all before,
But I’d like to see something with rarity- a little more.
I came with aspirations of a forest full of birds,
How wrong I really ended up I can’t describe in words.
The birds have got me walking in these god-forsaken lands,
A place with tribals, no cities and occasional brigands.
I smile and think fondly of the place that I call home
As I trudge the world over, from Argentina to Nome.
In the start- it was thrilling- it was fun
But now my world-weariness has officially begun.
Suddenly, a brightly colored bird flits across the road,
Something that I don’t need is somebody to goad.
The pure thrill of the chase envelopes me again,
As I break into a sprint, running down the lane.
“I’ll see that bird if it’s the last thing I do!”
I think as I gallop off into the blue.
Chewing Gum
A boy was walking down the street,
When some gum stuck to his shoe,
It had been chewed once long ago,
And was the colour blue.
The boy was disgusted, but walked on,
Knowing that the gum would break,
He walked to the supermarket,
And then walked on to the lake.
The gum held on, through thick and thin,
And with every step he would take,
The gum became longer and stretchier,
But it would never, ever break.
It followed him from Rome to Nome,
And over the Himalayas,
It followed him to a baseball match
Where he was one of the playa's.
It went with him in Alaska,
Where the snow falls deathly white,
It was with him in the Sahara,
Where your water can't be out of sight.
Finally, as an old man,
Sitting down to rest,
He was struck by a marvelous idea,
Which he thought was the best.
He bent down way over,
To see where his gum was glued,
He opened his mouth as wide as he could,
And CHEWED.
When some gum stuck to his shoe,
It had been chewed once long ago,
And was the colour blue.
The boy was disgusted, but walked on,
Knowing that the gum would break,
He walked to the supermarket,
And then walked on to the lake.
The gum held on, through thick and thin,
And with every step he would take,
The gum became longer and stretchier,
But it would never, ever break.
It followed him from Rome to Nome,
And over the Himalayas,
It followed him to a baseball match
Where he was one of the playa's.
It went with him in Alaska,
Where the snow falls deathly white,
It was with him in the Sahara,
Where your water can't be out of sight.
Finally, as an old man,
Sitting down to rest,
He was struck by a marvelous idea,
Which he thought was the best.
He bent down way over,
To see where his gum was glued,
He opened his mouth as wide as he could,
And CHEWED.
The Grij
Oh, here we are,
It's dark and cold,
Anybody in there
Is brave and bold.
It is the lair
Of a terrible beast
Known as the Grij
That Eats Men with Yeast.
People do tremble,
Upon hearing its name,
It has giant leathery wings,
And can breathe hot flame.
Many a man has gone in its cave
Only never to return
But we are here to trap the Grij
Inside this giant sack.
We carry a torch
To see through the dark,
But wouldn't it have been better
If we played in the park?
It's dark and cold,
Anybody in there
Is brave and bold.
It is the lair
Of a terrible beast
Known as the Grij
That Eats Men with Yeast.
People do tremble,
Upon hearing its name,
It has giant leathery wings,
And can breathe hot flame.
Many a man has gone in its cave
Only never to return
But we are here to trap the Grij
Inside this giant sack.
We carry a torch
To see through the dark,
But wouldn't it have been better
If we played in the park?
A Traveller's Tale
My domain is fluffy clouds and wide blue skies
The crannies of the soft warm grass are my home
The brothers sun and moon, sentries up high
Nature guards me wherever I roam.
Secluded Spot (5th grade me)
Sitting in a secluded spot, in a secluded place
In all this secluded secrecy, the world is losing face
So let's get out of our secluded spot, and go out to make some change
We shall scale every peak in the longest mountain range
We'll swim across every ocean and reach every height
We won't give up that easily, we will put up a fight
Sun or snow or wind or rain, nothing may block our path
For we'll fathom every depth, Our spirits burning like a hearth
We'll change the world, yes we'll change the world
We'll do that nigh impossible task
For in our hearts our spirits blaze bright
We'll remove the Earth's evil mask.
Thursday, January 18, 2018
A Hope For A New Day
It isn't crazy
To wish for peace
When all is falling around you
Like a misshapen origami figure
Collapsing, imploding
Into its own yawning mountain folds
And when all you cherished
Breaks into pieces
The one thing you truly cared for
Shatters into a million disarrayed shards
Like a broken lustrous marble
And even your jigsaw-puzzle dreams
Of building it back from the ground
Upwards to the lonely heavens
Where it once stood, a pillar of hope
With the duct-tape of determination
Fails and collapses
Remaining as the dust of dreams
Caking a sullen floor
And when the ghosts of
Past and the hidden future
Begin their danse macabre
Slowly whirling like dervishes of old
In a terpsichorean stampede
All you want at that moment is
Serenity
Fortitude and
Strength.
1. Strength to outrun
Your imposed shortcomings
The narrow barrier walls
We inevitably seem to cage ourselves in
Like a prisoner on his own terms
Seeking no emancipation
As the buzzards of your past broken dreams
Circle nearer, nearer, ever nearer.
2. The strength to believe in yourself
That no, it's not the end
There's some purpose
Waiting for a pickup
Just around the dreary bend
Something worth being around for
And something to cherish again.
3. The state of tranquility
That elevated state of being above
All that teeters, on the verge of collapse.
And that which soars but fades
Into a doomed descent
On melting wings, into the ocean
Of dreams that just couldn't make it
The ability to steer clear of
These projectiles of disaster
That rend the sky
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When you finally realize
All of these fantastic powers
These glorious gifts
Of soaring over obstables and plagues
Are within that magic-powered
Chunk of intergalactic starstuff
That.
Is.
You.
You.
You can slowly build yourself
From the littered pieces of your soul
And face the rosy dawn again
After the garish neon moon
Of your darkest night is set
With all the halcyon splendor
Of a radiant new soul
After all, when something is black
It doesn't mean that it doesn't have colour
It means that it absorbs them all
So in the darkest hours just remember
You have the spectrum within you
And then?
You have found nirvana.
Crazy, isn't it?
Divine
I am a god.
I sing the songs of the epochs
And spin the gilded tales
Of the lost aeons.
I watch over this little world
A grain of coarse sand on an infinite beach
A phantasmagorical marble
Of blown gossamer glass
I dance in the shadows of the hours
In the echoes of the minutes
And in the space between seconds.
I am the dread and the joy of the people
Bringing solace as the ethereal
Whispers of the wind
And the guardian of the sun kissed day
In a heady trance of equinox and moonbeams.
I am the cause of all entropy.
You are merely a single bead
In the glorious rosary of lives I hold
Stiched together into tapestry
In the hymns of the constellations.
I watch beneath the creator's veil
Hidden in the everyday
Bearing witness
From the rugged earth of the mountains
The crowns of slumbering giants
The warm russet brown that fades
With the hues of smoky quartz
And redolent ecru teak
Into the morning sun
Dripping onto the honeyed veins
Of burnished copper
Till the roiling seas
Aquamarine and vast
A mystery blend of sapphire and ultramarine
Deep and tantalizing
Hungry for the infinite
Calm, but surging, swelling
An eternity of crests, a glorious expanse
Yet cleverly concealing the hidden
Melodies of its deepest lairs
And beyond your world
I see
Locked in dim eclipse
A smattering of azure blossoms
I lovingly tend
Among the vast inky dark.
I sing the songs of the epochs
And spin the gilded tales
Of the lost aeons.
I watch over this little world
A grain of coarse sand on an infinite beach
A phantasmagorical marble
Of blown gossamer glass
I dance in the shadows of the hours
In the echoes of the minutes
And in the space between seconds.
I am the dread and the joy of the people
Bringing solace as the ethereal
Whispers of the wind
And the guardian of the sun kissed day
In a heady trance of equinox and moonbeams.
I am the cause of all entropy.
You are merely a single bead
In the glorious rosary of lives I hold
Stiched together into tapestry
In the hymns of the constellations.
I watch beneath the creator's veil
Hidden in the everyday
Bearing witness
From the rugged earth of the mountains
The crowns of slumbering giants
The warm russet brown that fades
With the hues of smoky quartz
And redolent ecru teak
Into the morning sun
Dripping onto the honeyed veins
Of burnished copper
Till the roiling seas
Aquamarine and vast
A mystery blend of sapphire and ultramarine
Deep and tantalizing
Hungry for the infinite
Calm, but surging, swelling
An eternity of crests, a glorious expanse
Yet cleverly concealing the hidden
Melodies of its deepest lairs
And beyond your world
I see
Locked in dim eclipse
A smattering of azure blossoms
I lovingly tend
Among the vast inky dark.
A Mountain Sheep
Up in the frozen icy peaks
Where mountains spear the sky
Where all life merely shelter seeks
And the ground is cold and dry.
Where the snow cakes, in icy embrace
And clouds pierced by razor points
The ground too cold to show its face
Ice on the patchy soil anoints.
A solitary soul, in woven white
Ekes out life in this hostile world
Where the sun glows bleak but bright
Where the snow is always swirled.
Feeding on the young shoots of grass
A rebel against the frost
In the land of this icy mountain pass
Where all strife and war is lost.
A peaceful creature, I meditate
In the bleak lands out here
About what it is that defines fate
Away from the butcher's fear.
Woolly and warm, despite the freeze
Far up on the mountain top
Free to wander, as I please
Something none can stop.
In alabaster fleece, I walk around
In the vice-grip of winter's hold
All upon the gelid ground
Serene, amongst the cold.
Where mountains spear the sky
Where all life merely shelter seeks
And the ground is cold and dry.
Where the snow cakes, in icy embrace
And clouds pierced by razor points
The ground too cold to show its face
Ice on the patchy soil anoints.
A solitary soul, in woven white
Ekes out life in this hostile world
Where the sun glows bleak but bright
Where the snow is always swirled.
Feeding on the young shoots of grass
A rebel against the frost
In the land of this icy mountain pass
Where all strife and war is lost.
A peaceful creature, I meditate
In the bleak lands out here
About what it is that defines fate
Away from the butcher's fear.
Woolly and warm, despite the freeze
Far up on the mountain top
Free to wander, as I please
Something none can stop.
In alabaster fleece, I walk around
In the vice-grip of winter's hold
All upon the gelid ground
Serene, amongst the cold.
The Song of a Cloud
I carry rain to regions far
As I float up on heavens high
To catch a glimpse of a lonely star
Shining bright in the frosty sky.
I am white, I am grey
I am woven, puffy, soft
I am beautiful but I cannot stay
I must always remain aloft.
My brother, the wind, he pushes me
Over all of the world below
When he blows hard, I must flee
To see new lands I must go.
Some of you humans can see shapes
In our wispy, puffy, forme
Like cigarette smoke that heaven vapes
That turns blue-grey in a storm.
And when we grow full of water
It causes us much pain
Then uin my nomadic ways I totter
And bless the earth as rain.
As I float up on heavens high
To catch a glimpse of a lonely star
Shining bright in the frosty sky.
I am white, I am grey
I am woven, puffy, soft
I am beautiful but I cannot stay
I must always remain aloft.
My brother, the wind, he pushes me
Over all of the world below
When he blows hard, I must flee
To see new lands I must go.
Some of you humans can see shapes
In our wispy, puffy, forme
Like cigarette smoke that heaven vapes
That turns blue-grey in a storm.
And when we grow full of water
It causes us much pain
Then uin my nomadic ways I totter
And bless the earth as rain.
A Digital Divide
A Digital Divide.
A land of acrid smoke and flower buds
Of exhaust pipes and viridan hues
An acerbic taste of pungent fumes
To join a redolence of exotic scents
Murky grey cement oozes out
Of a cerulean blue sky
Tinted by molten gold and dust.
Cars rumble down sheltered roads
With towering trees watching over
Like silent watchers in a world of ash
Where the soft smooth clay
Rich in the aroma of petrichor and dreams
Fuses with the smooth seams of fresh concrete jungles
This city runs like a cyborg
Power lines choked with ivy
Stemming forth from its iron heart
Like arteries through its body
Giving power to every cell
Every metal fortress
That rises behind the shrubs on the roadsides
As quarries carve into proud mountains
Holding its lifeblood triumphantly
To continue our expansion to our palace
Waiting for us on a cloud a million miles away
And King Farmland lost his domain
To be reduced to a mere peasant, hidden in the cool breeze and a solitary park
A paradox of cold cruel iron
And the welcoming cocoon of the vast
Between emerald grass and the glassy spires
It lies, a digital divide
A land of acrid smoke and flower buds
Of exhaust pipes and viridan hues
An acerbic taste of pungent fumes
To join a redolence of exotic scents
Murky grey cement oozes out
Of a cerulean blue sky
Tinted by molten gold and dust.
Cars rumble down sheltered roads
With towering trees watching over
Like silent watchers in a world of ash
Where the soft smooth clay
Rich in the aroma of petrichor and dreams
Fuses with the smooth seams of fresh concrete jungles
This city runs like a cyborg
Power lines choked with ivy
Stemming forth from its iron heart
Like arteries through its body
Giving power to every cell
Every metal fortress
That rises behind the shrubs on the roadsides
As quarries carve into proud mountains
Holding its lifeblood triumphantly
To continue our expansion to our palace
Waiting for us on a cloud a million miles away
And King Farmland lost his domain
To be reduced to a mere peasant, hidden in the cool breeze and a solitary park
A paradox of cold cruel iron
And the welcoming cocoon of the vast
Between emerald grass and the glassy spires
It lies, a digital divide
A Terrible Trivium
I sit here, in the shade
Colouring over a blank face
In a corner of a forgotten room
A silent, solitary place.
I am surrounded, fully
By a multitude of varied masks
That I wear around, as faces
For all of my daily tasks.
Masks for the happy
Masks that are pained
Masks that tell a story
Masks that look so strained.
Some see me in sadness or pride
I'm an ever-mercurial moodchanger
But most see the clouded face
Of a darkened unknown stranger.
In Solitude, I am pensive
I can be annoying, nice or mean
Anything from angry and broken
To relaxed, and all in between.
But this reserved introspection
Is triggered by a question, one
Who am I, to me
If all of these masks are none?
In this swirling diorama
Of the emotions of us all
Which face, which mood's facade
To my inner beings call?
The 21 pilots have theirs blurry
And Gary Jules' is worn out
But which face describes all of us
When ours is concealed throughout?
I think within of who we are
A phantom, a masked secret man?
Or is the need to hide our feelings
Part of some higher plan?
As I walk about the faces strewn
I see a little mask, far away
Obscured deep among the faces
Hidden by the shadows' interplay.
I feel like the mask, it beckons to me
I pick it up and see
It's plain and grey and nondescript
But it seems to suit to me.
In this chaotic spiral of emotion
I wear the mask upon my face
A wave of feelings batters me
And fills in the empty space.
I see and I feel, emotional bliss
This one is freedom's mask!
I think, "Is this the right one?"
But I needn't even ask.
From all of our selfimposed moods and faces
I'm liberated, at long last
The blankness within is filled with warmth
Masks are now a thing of the past!
I've shut down the need that society feeds
To hide the truth in blank stare
Now I'm free to express as I please
My choice which emotion to wear.
Colouring over a blank face
In a corner of a forgotten room
A silent, solitary place.
I am surrounded, fully
By a multitude of varied masks
That I wear around, as faces
For all of my daily tasks.
Masks for the happy
Masks that are pained
Masks that tell a story
Masks that look so strained.
Some see me in sadness or pride
I'm an ever-mercurial moodchanger
But most see the clouded face
Of a darkened unknown stranger.
In Solitude, I am pensive
I can be annoying, nice or mean
Anything from angry and broken
To relaxed, and all in between.
But this reserved introspection
Is triggered by a question, one
Who am I, to me
If all of these masks are none?
In this swirling diorama
Of the emotions of us all
Which face, which mood's facade
To my inner beings call?
The 21 pilots have theirs blurry
And Gary Jules' is worn out
But which face describes all of us
When ours is concealed throughout?
I think within of who we are
A phantom, a masked secret man?
Or is the need to hide our feelings
Part of some higher plan?
As I walk about the faces strewn
I see a little mask, far away
Obscured deep among the faces
Hidden by the shadows' interplay.
I feel like the mask, it beckons to me
I pick it up and see
It's plain and grey and nondescript
But it seems to suit to me.
In this chaotic spiral of emotion
I wear the mask upon my face
A wave of feelings batters me
And fills in the empty space.
I see and I feel, emotional bliss
This one is freedom's mask!
I think, "Is this the right one?"
But I needn't even ask.
From all of our selfimposed moods and faces
I'm liberated, at long last
The blankness within is filled with warmth
Masks are now a thing of the past!
I've shut down the need that society feeds
To hide the truth in blank stare
Now I'm free to express as I please
My choice which emotion to wear.
The Fall of a Dynasty
Ruin has fallen, the king is dead
A blight upon the reign of crowns
Birds in murmurations vast
Haunt the castle's glories past
Chants of blood in battles shed
Reverberate among the towns.
Now the valor is silent, hushed
And the dark pools are icy still
A sanguine bitter sunshine glows
Like the snipped thorns of a rose
The life of the noble ruler crushed
In the cruel winter chill.
From crimson lands, to valley south
The lord had conquered, bold
To meadows brimm'd with daffodils
And craggy rugged red foothills
From source of river till their mouth
All beneath his fold.
Yet his children live on, left behind
In his wintry castle, grand yet dour
Their telltale little footprints go
Like rabbit steps upon the snow
Trailing with the cobblestones lined
Ending at the royal tower.
I see them walking, in the yard
Beneath an ominous evening bell
Winter-bud faces, cherry vinous red
Warm boots into fresh snow tread
Are these little scions scarred
By loss of their father in winter spell?
Their bodies in coats are wan, frail
And as small as the falling flakes
As fragile as a twirling yellowed leaf
In the silent simmering burning grief
That boils amidst the frigid hail
When death a dear life takes.
The silence hangs above in grey
Like a soundless boundless sea
The light fades & a quiescent moon
Will see the bloom of a crocus soon
Where the king's noble soul will stay
Unaware of the land's austerity.
The littlest boy trips and falls in the snow
And when he turns his face to see
Upon the snowy mournful land
A ghost of a smile, a helping hand
His brother is there, his face aglow
Strong among the misery.
These children each bear a tiny fire
Burning like to smelt an iron rod
They keep it harboured in their souls
And in times even colder than poles
Ardor keeps them trudging, none shall tire
Even against breath of a vengeful god.
A blight upon the reign of crowns
Birds in murmurations vast
Haunt the castle's glories past
Chants of blood in battles shed
Reverberate among the towns.
Now the valor is silent, hushed
And the dark pools are icy still
A sanguine bitter sunshine glows
Like the snipped thorns of a rose
The life of the noble ruler crushed
In the cruel winter chill.
From crimson lands, to valley south
The lord had conquered, bold
To meadows brimm'd with daffodils
And craggy rugged red foothills
From source of river till their mouth
All beneath his fold.
Yet his children live on, left behind
In his wintry castle, grand yet dour
Their telltale little footprints go
Like rabbit steps upon the snow
Trailing with the cobblestones lined
Ending at the royal tower.
I see them walking, in the yard
Beneath an ominous evening bell
Winter-bud faces, cherry vinous red
Warm boots into fresh snow tread
Are these little scions scarred
By loss of their father in winter spell?
Their bodies in coats are wan, frail
And as small as the falling flakes
As fragile as a twirling yellowed leaf
In the silent simmering burning grief
That boils amidst the frigid hail
When death a dear life takes.
The silence hangs above in grey
Like a soundless boundless sea
The light fades & a quiescent moon
Will see the bloom of a crocus soon
Where the king's noble soul will stay
Unaware of the land's austerity.
The littlest boy trips and falls in the snow
And when he turns his face to see
Upon the snowy mournful land
A ghost of a smile, a helping hand
His brother is there, his face aglow
Strong among the misery.
These children each bear a tiny fire
Burning like to smelt an iron rod
They keep it harboured in their souls
And in times even colder than poles
Ardor keeps them trudging, none shall tire
Even against breath of a vengeful god.
To the stars in the night sky
The Earth drapes her like a veil
A motley cape, festooned with stars
A clear radiance, shining forth
Many-pointed light, lambent, but pale
From deepest reaches to neighbour Mars
And Polaris, a constant effulgence up north
Oh night! Vast are thy charms
Enthralling the atmosphere in black
A wonderful, velvety, lucid dim
Often has humankind spread his arms
To seek the answers that he may lack
And the expanse that appeals to him.
He watches the stars, an observer of fate
Though their light is cold & austere
It gives him an idea of his scale
How small he is, as the universe great
Bedecked in distant alien light, yet clear
For all his strength, he is still yet frail.
A distant flame before the sun
Burning up in space uncharted
Some can see constellations in their lines
But look well for the hidden ones
The space of constellations long departed
And their concealed remnant signs.
The magic of the stars lies not in their shapes
But rather the dark between
The shadows within their elusive light
The dark, where your mind can't escape
And instead wanders, forever keen
In inter galactic flight.
And thus man will surely find solace
In the heavens, where all seems naught
A dreamers' home, an eternal dance
The cosmos are a mystifying place
And the earth is but a pale blue dot
Staring up, in a bewitched trance.
A motley cape, festooned with stars
A clear radiance, shining forth
Many-pointed light, lambent, but pale
From deepest reaches to neighbour Mars
And Polaris, a constant effulgence up north
Oh night! Vast are thy charms
Enthralling the atmosphere in black
A wonderful, velvety, lucid dim
Often has humankind spread his arms
To seek the answers that he may lack
And the expanse that appeals to him.
He watches the stars, an observer of fate
Though their light is cold & austere
It gives him an idea of his scale
How small he is, as the universe great
Bedecked in distant alien light, yet clear
For all his strength, he is still yet frail.
A distant flame before the sun
Burning up in space uncharted
Some can see constellations in their lines
But look well for the hidden ones
The space of constellations long departed
And their concealed remnant signs.
The magic of the stars lies not in their shapes
But rather the dark between
The shadows within their elusive light
The dark, where your mind can't escape
And instead wanders, forever keen
In inter galactic flight.
And thus man will surely find solace
In the heavens, where all seems naught
A dreamers' home, an eternal dance
The cosmos are a mystifying place
And the earth is but a pale blue dot
Staring up, in a bewitched trance.
Wisdom
Sit down and listen, child, to the song of the cosmos.
Do you hear it? Can you taste it?
A faint woodland melody that begins at the pipes of Pan
And culminates in the thrumming of the rain
Do you hear it?
The sighs of a mourning seaside cave beside the almond sands
Booming its sorrows onto spectral alabaster cliffs
Can you taste it?
A lonely hymn, wrought out of tune
By the far-flung meandering winds
Do you hear it?
The chisels of the archaeologists of hope
Digging to unveil relics of what is yet to come
Can you taste it?
The last languish of a dazed wildfire
Obscured in the shadows of the smoke
Do you hear it?
The whispers of an old bent oak before the spring
The colours of life confiding in its branches again
Can you taste it?
The revolution at the tip of your tongue
And the storm that hides itself in the nib of your pen
All have their stories to tell
I may be old, and some day
This body will be forgotten
Like a decaying love letter stoppered in an old liquor bottle
But my soul will keep parading
Through all of empty space
Because, you see, child
The icecream you eat is swirled with chocolate
In the same way, our souls are swirled
With a heady blend of sunshine and emotion
Listen closely child
For the universe is confiding in you
Do you hear it?
Do you hear it? Can you taste it?
A faint woodland melody that begins at the pipes of Pan
And culminates in the thrumming of the rain
Do you hear it?
The sighs of a mourning seaside cave beside the almond sands
Booming its sorrows onto spectral alabaster cliffs
Can you taste it?
A lonely hymn, wrought out of tune
By the far-flung meandering winds
Do you hear it?
The chisels of the archaeologists of hope
Digging to unveil relics of what is yet to come
Can you taste it?
The last languish of a dazed wildfire
Obscured in the shadows of the smoke
Do you hear it?
The whispers of an old bent oak before the spring
The colours of life confiding in its branches again
Can you taste it?
The revolution at the tip of your tongue
And the storm that hides itself in the nib of your pen
All have their stories to tell
I may be old, and some day
This body will be forgotten
Like a decaying love letter stoppered in an old liquor bottle
But my soul will keep parading
Through all of empty space
Because, you see, child
The icecream you eat is swirled with chocolate
In the same way, our souls are swirled
With a heady blend of sunshine and emotion
Listen closely child
For the universe is confiding in you
Do you hear it?
Turnabout
Dear 2017,
Your swansong stems forth from my heart like a baleful paean.
Forever enshrined like a bitter end in the tectonic plates of my mind
Your memories persist, helplessly stranded like a beached whale.
You wield an arcane, bizarre nostalgia, traced out across the months like an unsteady hand with a crayon.
I forgot how to count my blessings, instead I dwelt on my disasters, inevitably returning to them; like salmon, bound to return, always.
But in this rollicking roller-coaster, I learnt quite a bit.
It's been a cycle of ups and downs and mostly in-betweens.
---
I had a burnished sliver dream, remnant from ages hence.
Painting passionate password prayers to ever-hungry fate.
Spreading my hopes thin, like diffused incense
Whispering salvation dreams to heaven’s gate.
As the days move on, and the wheel of time spins
Like a midnight tango across a silent square
Playing into the tunes of long-buried sins
Where the vapid breeze blows through your hair
A scuffed sepia mane, coated with squalor
Singing the lackluster rhythm of the streets
Glassy eyes, and a deathly pallor
Praying for plagues in unsteady beats.
But slowly I climb, into a brand new day
The bright sun heralding my rise
My struggles began slowly to fall away
Reaching for the open azure skies.
And I begin to learn things afresh, anew
With the gold-flecked eyes of a revelation
A whimsical reverie in motley hue
Stemming forth towards aspiration.
And the cut-throat bleeding sunsets
Like a languid wave of vermillion red
Begin to conceal no more regrets
They contain hope instead.
Parading shrapnel memories used to congeal
Into bizarre, disfigured dreams
But that no longer describes how I feel
As my thoughts now shatter seams.
But even as I reached this high
I failed to look beneath
And this soul, which was ready to fly
Disappears into the yawning abyss’ teeth.
Stranded at the bottom, struggling to ascend
Smashed dreams leaking out dusty dollar-store lips
Locked in artificial nocturne, convinced that it’s the end
Trapped beneath a neon moon, in dim eclipse.
But as I play, entangling my way
Into kaleidoscopic strains of vacuous thorns
Escape from the bottom, for that I pray
As my heart is impaled on sorrow’s horns.
How then, do I escape this endless pit
Of a cycle of despair and sorrow
What if, from these thorns I can split
By looking up to tomorrow?
Then I taste the metallic tang of a coming storm
And I feel that I possess this power
To break out of this piteous form
And grow up to the sun like a flower!
As I climb the ladder to the sky
To where my soul once soared
I feel like I have the strength to fly
Difficulties again ignored.
As I climb toward that golden world
Slowly filling with ecstasy and bliss
I can feel my soul is with sunshine swirled
I’ve clawed my way out the abyss.
I’m coming up again.
Your swansong stems forth from my heart like a baleful paean.
Forever enshrined like a bitter end in the tectonic plates of my mind
Your memories persist, helplessly stranded like a beached whale.
You wield an arcane, bizarre nostalgia, traced out across the months like an unsteady hand with a crayon.
I forgot how to count my blessings, instead I dwelt on my disasters, inevitably returning to them; like salmon, bound to return, always.
But in this rollicking roller-coaster, I learnt quite a bit.
It's been a cycle of ups and downs and mostly in-betweens.
---
I had a burnished sliver dream, remnant from ages hence.
Painting passionate password prayers to ever-hungry fate.
Spreading my hopes thin, like diffused incense
Whispering salvation dreams to heaven’s gate.
As the days move on, and the wheel of time spins
Like a midnight tango across a silent square
Playing into the tunes of long-buried sins
Where the vapid breeze blows through your hair
A scuffed sepia mane, coated with squalor
Singing the lackluster rhythm of the streets
Glassy eyes, and a deathly pallor
Praying for plagues in unsteady beats.
But slowly I climb, into a brand new day
The bright sun heralding my rise
My struggles began slowly to fall away
Reaching for the open azure skies.
And I begin to learn things afresh, anew
With the gold-flecked eyes of a revelation
A whimsical reverie in motley hue
Stemming forth towards aspiration.
And the cut-throat bleeding sunsets
Like a languid wave of vermillion red
Begin to conceal no more regrets
They contain hope instead.
Parading shrapnel memories used to congeal
Into bizarre, disfigured dreams
But that no longer describes how I feel
As my thoughts now shatter seams.
But even as I reached this high
I failed to look beneath
And this soul, which was ready to fly
Disappears into the yawning abyss’ teeth.
Stranded at the bottom, struggling to ascend
Smashed dreams leaking out dusty dollar-store lips
Locked in artificial nocturne, convinced that it’s the end
Trapped beneath a neon moon, in dim eclipse.
But as I play, entangling my way
Into kaleidoscopic strains of vacuous thorns
Escape from the bottom, for that I pray
As my heart is impaled on sorrow’s horns.
How then, do I escape this endless pit
Of a cycle of despair and sorrow
What if, from these thorns I can split
By looking up to tomorrow?
Then I taste the metallic tang of a coming storm
And I feel that I possess this power
To break out of this piteous form
And grow up to the sun like a flower!
As I climb the ladder to the sky
To where my soul once soared
I feel like I have the strength to fly
Difficulties again ignored.
As I climb toward that golden world
Slowly filling with ecstasy and bliss
I can feel my soul is with sunshine swirled
I’ve clawed my way out the abyss.
I’m coming up again.
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