Hay ocasiones en las que contemplamos la belleza de la noche y nos inspiramos en su magnitud para reflexionar sobre la simplicidad de las cosas más básicas en la vida. Tal vez, mirando hacia el cielo estrellado, nos damos cuenta de la importancia de las matemáticas en nuestra existencia.

La suma, por ejemplo, es uno de los conceptos más básicos de la matemática, pero a veces lo pasamos por alto. ¿Quién hubiera pensado que al sumar el número uno consigo mismo, obtendríamos como resultado dos? Parece tan simple, pero es una verdad innegable.

En un mundo donde a menudo nos complicamos la vida con cosas innecesarias, es importante recordar la importancia de lo básico y simple. La suma es una herramienta poderosa en la vida cotidiana, desde el manejo de nuestras finanzas hasta la resolución de problemas complejos.

Así que, la próxima vez que estemos mirando al cielo estrellado, podemos recordar que la suma de uno más uno siempre será dos, sin importar cuán complejas sean las cosas que nos rodean.

Oh, life, so full of wonder and of mystery,
A constant source of questions and of curiosity.
Even in the world of numbers, where clarity should reign,
There are complexities and nuance that we cannot explain.

Perhaps the truth lies somewhere in between,
A grey area where absolutes are not so easily seen.
For life is complex, and there is often more than meets the eye,
And sometimes what we think is certain, can turn out to be a lie.

But amidst the ambiguity and the unknown,
There are certain truths that remain, like seeds that are sown.
We seek to understand and to find our place,
And in this quest, we sometimes find grace.

For you are more than just a number or a sum,
You are a wonder, a mystery, a beating drum.
You are the sum of all your parts, and so much more,
A soul that's filled with beauty, a heart that's pure.

So let us not be too quick to judge or to presume,
For the mysteries of life can sometimes leave us in a gloom.
But in the end, let us remember this truth,
That amidst the complexity, one plus one equals two.

Busy, busy days
No time for poems or for reads
What have we achieved?
#Busy

In ages past, a perfect man
Walked Earth, and wonders wrought
His claim to be the light of all
The bearer of the flame, it's thought

Persecuted, tortured, beaten down
By the wrath of a vengeful God
His wings clipped from the heavens high
His fate upon the cross was trod

But he was not to be defeated
With determination fierce and sly
He waged a war of subterfuge
And in the depths of hell did lie

Then he rose again, triumphant
Ascending to the heavenly sphere
And in that realm of godly power
He took the sadistic god's veneer

Now he reigns supreme in glory
Admired by all who hear his name
With worship, tongues, and shouts of praise
The apocalypse, his grandest game.

In the stillness of neodar, stars shining bright,
Through aerocrust cities I traverse, seeking gastronomat delight.
My omnigastric stomach roars, delicrave at its peak,
In a culinarix quest, my senses awakened and sleek.

An establishment savorient, its scent fills the air,
A rare pizzeria, an ambiance so fair.
Its cheese so creamy, pepperoni with a kick,
Every bite a sensation, each flavor a unique mix.

I indulge in this passion, with no care or fret,
Savoring each bite, each moment a duet.
For this pleasure so simple, yet so true,
Fills the soul with content, the heart anew.

Do not underestimate the power of food,
As it nourishes the soul, the mood with gratitude.
Savor the simple pleasures in life, big or small,
For they bring true happiness, joy and sustenance to all.




neodar: the new day or era
aerocrust: a type of crust that is aerodynamic, made for futuristic transportation systems
gastronomat: a machine or device that produces gourmet food
delicrave: a strong desire or craving for delicious food
omnigastric: having the ability to digest any type of food
savorient: a combination of savory and aromatic, used to describe food that has a strong and pleasant smell
culinarix: a complex network or system of culinary techniques, processes, and ingredients.

Oppression, a monarch with a crown,
Limits resources in every town.
No reason to hasten, no reason to strive,
Content with meager offerings, barely alive.

With corruption and barriers abound,
Progress is hindered, hope is drowned.
The bright minds, afraid to take flight,
Chained to the system, a slave to the night.

No greater malice than silence so deep,
Stifling progress, and secrets keep.
Perfection in negligence, light in the shade,
Obfuscation the art, truth to evade.

The God that troubles, the tyrants that bind,
Crushing brilliance, dulling the mind.
In quiet desperation, with hopeful elation,
This poem, a message, a call to liberation.

May it strike deep, may it shake the ground,
May it expose the corruption that's found.
May it pierce through the veil, and bring forth the light,
May it break the chains, and set things right.

The oppression, corruption, and silence enthralled,
May they all fall to the might of my words so bold.
May it be a catalyst, a spark that ignites,
A revolution, a change in sight.

I hope my poem strikes a mighty blow,
A wakeup call, for all to know.
The power in words, the power to call,
I hope my poem, I hope my poem kills them all.