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Ryan Bowdish Feb 2011
You sad fool. My dear, old friend
How I find myself waiting for you again.

Your eyes drive into mine, with brights on,
and you leave palpable words hanging in the air with the writings by your teeth,
without a mouth to open, just jaw clenched, no recognition of existence,
And your hands are soldering irons cooled clenched until clashing into my air
Touching time, and instantaneously heating space, as an element
Reaching Avogadro's number, ten to twenty-third
Holes appear between us.

I remember when we used to laugh
And mostly at each other,
but not as we do now.

There was no malice.
One day maybe there will be solace.

"You act as though I'm a nice guy"
So it's true you like to objectify
The object (oh, the irony) of your affection
Which is anything that cares to mention
How creative was your invention
It was not my intention to
Organize a fluidity to the scrutiny
And the staged mutiny of what was a foundation.
For it's not representative to your thumbprint.

I feel no organization here. You have ordered chaos.

Francisco,
Bring up your lights.
Just remember that you look best at night, when the moon is carved into the sky
and your real intentions revealed.
Where you sit upon that pale desk
And wrap your knuckles against the floor,
Stab with a quill the pools you leave behind,
to write your ***** recollection,
Just remember you look best when your tears catch this starlight.

Francisco, bring up your ****** lights.
The only other man I ever loved.
Delusions of
Futures untold
Created for
Us, you know: the un-bold

Braying our compulsions
To the big ear in the
Sky
As we seek:

Glor if i ca tion
Being meek likely won’t bring
Gra tif i ca tion
Dulling my senses points to
Stu pif i ca tion
But don’t I deserve it, I am a
Hall u cin a tion

So why put in the work?
I’ll wait

<<<PAUSE>>>

The avalanche will find me in perpetuity
Coming in time cause I been shirking duty
Oh, here it is - time for me to be:
Aggrieved

I should’ve known better but I was:
Deceived

I just wanted to tell my truth, I wanted to be:
Believed

Wish I woulda kept something up my:
Sleeve

So how do you rise above?

Do you got what it takes?
Could you climb your
Kilamanjaro?
With a little training maybe
Gut check: find your bravado
Wouldn’t it be nice to have your own number,
Like Avogadro

And I ask again,
How do you rise above?

You breathe it in
Seethe it in
Find a vessel to
Conceive it in
Now that it’s full
And maybe even overflowing

Let it go

Trying to find answers in a bottle
Could point you toward
A 12 step mis-step

Getting back on the right track:

Use a compass
That’s internal
Realign it, maybe
Through a vernal
Equinox, the universe speaks a language
We are untaught
It’s of the Earth and Sky and
Can’t be bought
Maybe it’s me and
Maybe it’s not
I want to commune with my god
Through thought and
Heartfelt overtures that aren’t constrained
By limitations of my brain
Or systems based on economics
My value is not gleaned from
Gross Domestic Products

Answers are found as you expand past the vessel
You may become part of the trestle
Follow the false path long enough
And you get trod under
The false pathfinder becomes the path,
Did you make a few to many navigational errors
Cause you didn’t do the math
And now, as a part of the foundation of which the unending wayfarers
Can use to go a little further and a little longer in the wrong direction
Your hard work has become a bridge to nowhere
But let’s not dwell, cause

Scrupulosity
Will never guide you to the golden city

Maybe its the meat suit that you’re wearing
The overcomplexity of your eyes
That won’t let you see
The unending nerve endings that make you feel so much
You can’t feel, you won’t feel
You could pay heed to Seneca
Consider giving the suit a slip
Taking a trip
Through the underworld
With everybody’s favourite sidekick: Virgil
Kickin’ it, workin’ it
Trying not to let the lost souls hold you down
Throw you down
Now it’s time, let’s start coming around

On my journey, seems
I can’t shake em’
Me, myself, and my shadow-self
Guess I’ll try and integrate em’

Time for a va ca tion
From thoughts that won’t un-
wind, in breezes

Gonna get around to it, to
Writing my treatise
Maybe I can elucidate this false peace
Via an army of one, en masse
Slipping through the bars of false
Beliefs
As the trees
Lose their leaves

Maybe for the last time

I'm working on the unwind
From a labyrinth that is unkind
So sorry:
Guess I'm playing up the sublime

Ah, never mind - it’s
Navel gazing
Self hazing
I ain’t done razing

Roofs and
Telling truths
Or drinking
Vermouth
Cause at my very root I am
Uncouth

Razing?
Or raising!
Roofs
Finding proofs
Telling truths

Ever listen to Ruf-
Us or Martha
The Wainrights
Canadian brain-trust
Listen too hard make your brain bust

Let’s get back to navels, or
Oranges
But nothing rhymes with oranges
Maybe not
Gotta flip it
Tryna strip it
This noose is so tight
Can I slip it?

It’s geometrical
Said Euclides
We got the Greeks
Or do the Greeks got us
Squeezing us into this euro-centric
Box
Can it be un-wrapped?
Can you un-rap this poem?

Busting brains
And taking names
No one to blame, I
Don’t feel ashamed
When I win
Just means I can take it
In my shin
It’s got nothing to do with my
D N A, eh
Nor the choice piece of geography
I made the conscious choice to arrive on,
genetically

But remembering brevity
It’s time to cut the rambling for the sake of levity
Speaking of sake, I wouldn’t mind some saké

Oh, what’s that:
~~~ boom ~~~
Pulled another one out of my medicine bag

Just sitting here

Shifting gears
Confronting fears
Yesterday I was

Bleak
Er

Meek
Er

Should have been a
Streak
Er

Laying out the facts that are
untold
Thanks for listening to me
Another one of the
un-bold
I've got rambling. I've got rambling on my mind
Ryan Oct 2021
"chemistry is a pain in the hass!"
avogadro spouted malignantly
so he traveled the world
counted every avocado
and got 6.022x10^23
Meaning of life
Purpose to life
Arrrg these questions...

Quantum theory
Avogadro’s law
Pythagoras
Law of torts
What does this even have to do with anything!

Pizza or noodles
Food or sleep
Definitely sleep

He left you
No I left him
Weak
strong
Arrrghh just sleep already

Front or back
Move or not
What have you achieved this year...
This Day...
Arghhhhhhh
It’s so loud in here

My mind never stops
My head never stops
Unending noise
Random thoughts
Worries...
Fears,hopes, dreams, goals
Heart desires...
Fears especially
Hopes especially
It never ends.
Jo  Jun 2016
Science Wars
Jo Jun 2016
I understand the force and energy. Quantum mechanics and relativity.My field is pure and they rely on me. I see the universe like nobody.
  You may have made fun of me in high school, for being awkward and following the rules. Now I’ve got laser (WOW, That’s really cool). May the mass times acceleration be with you.
  Atoms-Entropy-Dark Matter-String Theory.
  If you want to feel a bond, then I can give you a good  reaction. The elements that make up life. Are my  essence, are my satisfaction.
All the other fields out there are so basic. Yeah, I’m the central science. Keep your eye on me, I’ll get you charged.
If you need me, call me up on Avogadro's Number. If you leave me, take a titrant, shove it up your acid buffer.
Dopamine and serotonin, will keep you good and happy. So get your flask and your glass all set up and begin to understand the world!
  Within me you’ll find life’s beauty, in genetics and ecology. Symbiosis and not division, unless it’s mitosis or the study of fission.
   Even if you don’t pass, at least you’ll enjoy my class!
   Evolution, has brung us along. All species singing one song!
   If you want to learn about the world I must say. I am the purest field of study you can take. Immune to misinterpretation, the blueprint of creation, the backbone of all things science.
   No bias, just constant augmentation, in your mind, and observation. No gadgets, just your logic and your time.
    And PIE.
Together we will find the answers to life! With physics-bio-chemistry-and math!

   We can...SCIENCE!
Emmennarr  Oct 2017
Mole
Emmennarr Oct 2017
I bet you didn't know
The scientist Amedeo Avogadro.
He was a guy that died in 1856
After he discovered the mole,
Not the creature down in a hole
But a number with a very important role
The base unit for substance
That all of the chemists should know
Six point oh two times ten to the twenty-third
The largest number I've ever heard
And if Skutches taught you one thing
It's the word
Mole
Chamilla Colton Feb 2018
Meditate.
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Relax.
.....

How easy is it to meditate?
How can it be that easy to calm down all the atoms in your body?
How is it so easy for you to not want to touch every molecule that moves differently than all the others?

To calm down Avogadro's Number,
to the steadiness of your breathing, and the low bass of your heartbeat.
.....

Taking in the sound of crickets chirping,
even though you comprehend on a whole new level of understanding that you absolutely hate that sound.
.....

Instead of erasing, you cross things out because you now all too well how much of a perfectionist you are with a completely blank canvas.
.....

You don't like the way your hand shakes with anticipation when you feel that spark of inspiration to write.

You're just so eager to tell everything that doesn't make sense in an antique notebook.
Just until you get to the bottom of the page.

Hesitant to turn the page because you don't quite know if you want to keep writing your nonsense pieces of art.

You don't quite know if your inspirations of originality disappeared for vacation,
Or if it's attempting to find a new ****** expression to wow it's crowd.

But you're only trying to fill in spaces,
Not with just words that oddly mean something to you,
But to get your point across.

— The End —