I sometimes have many thoughts running through my head.
The ideas are overflowing the words seem to be flowing off my pen.
Other days I dread, my mind is quiet I am out of ideas.
The add a poem button seems to taunt me.
The writers block it haunts me.
In the silence of my mind I find no comfort.
I want to be brimming with ideas.
I would rather feel some intense emotion, love or devotion.
I can write about Love or loss.
It is tough to feel uninspired.
I don't feel comfortable with the silence of my mind.

I like the way the light reflects from your shattered heart,
Kaleidoscoping without repeating ablaze
At the edge of luminescence.

<> The human genome consists of 20 000 paired genes… about…

<> During meiosis, gametes are generated by randomly swapping genetic material… let's shout…

<> 2^(20 000)  = 10^(6 000) possible ***** (proud of daddy)… boy scout…

<> 2^(20 000)  = 10^(6 000) possible ova (proud of mommy)… far-out…

<> 2^(40 000)  = 10^(12 000) possible zygotes… freak out…

<> 1 zygote in 10^(12 000)  = Improbable Me… no doubt!


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