Science Class

I’m yet to learn the secrets of life

Sitting in a science lab

Rarely do I find significance

In the habitat of a fiddler crab

For though I can count protons

And calculate mass

I can’t change the course of life

With these modest facts

Though Newton’s laws may one day

Be  of my concern

At the moment there are other things

It would rather learn

Give me balance to measure the weight of words

Give me “adaptations” that give voice to the unheard

Give me a lens that shows truth that’s been blurred

And show me how evolution left the unkind souls preferred

Science examines the “how” of life

But conveniently ignores the “why”

Which is why I don’t reach enlightenment

With safety goggles on my eyes

Good luck from a Broken Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall

Why do you tell such lies?

Reflecting your distorted surface

A million girls analyze

Every freckle on their eyelids

Every single little pore

And despite a lovely image

They can only want more

And because they are left

Dissatisfied

They cover up with products

Constantly re-applied

You, mirror, are unwise,

Undimensional, so flat

A person's full of substance

Containing so much more then that

What is portrayed on glass that's as fragile as emotions

Is a shallow deception, planting negtive notions

For a beautiful smile

Can also be cruel

And behind buck-teeth

Can be a personality jewel

So Mirror Mirror on the wall

Let us reveal what you hide

The day has come for your great fall

So we can reflect what is inside

I wait below so just let go

You never noticed the rocks below 

Until you began to slip

Now with fear of rock bottom

You clutch to your emotions 

With an iron grip

But your fingers must be cramping

You must be worn out from the strain

You must be shivering from the elements

You must be crying in the rain

I shout up a message

Sure it will reach your ears

Sound has a way of traveling

When it's the truth you need to hear

And so I remind you

You don't have to hold in 

It all

I know you fear 

Letting go

But I'll catch you when you 

Fall

The Pessimist's Point (is like a broken pencil)

"What's the point of a sandcastle

 That the waves wash away?

 What's the point of art class?

 (You'll never create a Monet)

 What's the point of night

 When tomorrow's a new day?"

Whats the point of life

If you're to live this way?

Poet

I am a different species
I communicate in verse
Viewing the world
So differently
My blessing and
My curse

I am a magician
With ink on my hands
Exploiting pain
Creating Beauty
Spinning Gold
From shifting sand

I am just another dreamer
With words too pretty to believe
Expressing joy
Beauty
And Pain
Teaching myself to grieve

I am an insignificant dew drop
In the expanse of time
With a desperate hope
That words will linger
On beyond
My life

As My Musings Multiply

How can I feel
What I cannot touch
If I can't miss what I never had
Why do I crave so much?
If seeing is believing
What is our faith in dawn?
I won't doubt religion based on science
(Science can't explain a yawn)
Some say I think to much
they think it unwise
Still I ponder life
As it's mysteries multiply

Happy Holidays

Religion and Consumerism
Fight for the same space
Drawing parallels
To share a holiday

The wisemen gave the baby gifts
So Santa gives to you
The candy filled plastic egg
Opens like The Savior's tomb

The Year-Round spenders
Twice-a-year church attenders
Are torn between the two
Does the money or the meaning
Mean the most to you?