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part of the universe
even before life began on earth
complex chemicals reproducing themselves over billions of lies.
between biological sciences and
the laws of matter and energy
chemical processes are within us.
when our bodies move,
we give muscles the energy that is taken.
many species of the animal world
defend themselves to **** their prey.
modern methods led to greater understanding
greater identity
color, taste, smells of flowers and fruit.
this is a poem that had written itself years ago but not by me and not in this presented succession. i just cut out what i wanted and typed up the result. quite literally, a paragraph of chemistry cut out.
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Som­e come to pin points your mistakes and some only love
Reality is a true fact that will not change a raven for a dove

When man cries his tears dry up and run out, becomes a devil
Blood releases flood of might so high to reach unnatural level

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
When your
heart beats
in a series of code
that your mind
has yet to
decipher
praise your gods
darling
for you're
evolving
Saudade: Saudade (European Portuguese: is a deep emotional state of nostalgic  longing for something  absent or someone that one loves.
Say Florida in the cellar
speak flowers where cool and dark
close your eyes, wander through the library
smell the age of knowledge
touch the fading thoughts

Say Florida in the morning
speak soft for sake of caution
walk toward sound of flutes and fury
dance to unheard anger
die for woodwind rhythms
If I were  painted a long time ago
in say Renaissance times, two dimensions,
I might be a saint-
or a revolutionary-
I was stroked
of harsh defiant bold colors
when portraits were cast in canvas
bronze overtones of gesso and black only
washes of contrast
the tone built up
with layers of translucence
and bone colored washes
and hung on a wall and try though I might
the egg tempera
earth tones deeper than
olive oil on a live model
wore off
and  the canvas warped
the wood grew skewed
and the museum had me
cremated
along side
a dog and scattered in the
woods
just as I had hoped
each day is our dance
we hear the music

and join with the ALL
-of love and romance.
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