She keeps misery on her side,
Time and again her wits break a tide.
In prairie fields her mind runs;
With mindful and curious puns.

There she goes skimming through
For something uncalled but yet true.
Her eyes, rolling up and down,
Wearing dark circles like a crown.

Wonders and questions here and there;
Their answers dipped in sweet éclair.
She savors each flavor whole,
With no curiosity to pull a toll.

In Euphoria she goes beyond the skyline
Curious and ecstatic, a feminine Feline.

Russel was given the nickname ‘Knowsy’,
Because he knew just about anything.
If the signs weren’t apparent, like the glasses on his nose,
Russel was a nerd, and believe me, Russel knows.
Whenever someone needed help on a test,
“Russel knows,” and he dealt with the rest.
When the **** needed to finish his homework,
“Russel knows,” and then the **** forced him to work.
Oh, the curse of knowledge,
How the nerd turns from a laughing stock to a precious commodity.
Reduced from a human,
To a know-it-all without an identity beyond his brain.
Russel hated how he knew this pain.
Haley needed a favor,
An assignment was due,
And she couldn’t afford to fail.
So she went to Russel,
Not knowing about his crush,
Would his heart prevail?
He was skeptical,
Why was the prettiest girl in the world talking to him?
He had envisioned this in his head,
But it was only hypothetical.
Russel knew that it was too good to be true,
When the first words she said were,
“What did you get on number two?”
He was being used…again.
Russel knows how it feels to have your smarts be used against you.
Russel knows how knowledge can wound you.
Russel knows these things to be true.

Knowing is but a strange
For I believe I
Know more about me
Than anyone knows me

Yet this, a falsehood
For I do not know me
I cannot comprehend me
For years of infancy

But my mother
She knew me
Before I knew life

On a voyage
In the sea of knowledge.
Each and every page -
A new stoppage.

Many pages bound together
With a cover made of leather.
Pages as white as white feather,
All the information I gather.

A structured presentation
With graphical representation.
A sky of narration
And a table of notation.

Starting with table of contents
Then onset of concepts
Rich with facts and experiments
To every curious thought, I give vents.

From physics to chemistry
I resolve biological mystery.
From philosophy to history
A road to your intellectual mastery.

All about General Reginald Dyer
And explaining how do plants transpire
From magnetic field around a wire
To E=mc².

Knowledge is power
My grandmother and father told me,
Knowledge is power.
What a masterpiece of comedy that was.
I believed them, like a fool with a library card.
Now I’m stuck with a brain full
of useless wisdom and a heart full of regret.
Even the doctor said,
‘Sorry, we don’t treat chronic belief in motivational slogans.’
So yeah… hats off to me.
Clown of the century. 🤡📚🤣

Yet, perhaps the most haunting truth is:
Without a question, the answer is meaningless. But without an answer, the question becomes eternal.

Circle of knowledge 😜

What is there to know but what is unknown
To feel it so near yet never grasp it
Ponder at what lays ever beyond
The horizons of all understanding

To be at peace in grasping
All knowledge will never be attained
Yet we will search it out nonetheless
And our species will spend all its eons
Be they long or short

That our wonder may never cease