With all the guys I met
He's the one I liked the best
Comes through everytime
This little klutz crosses the line

To paint a smile he never fails
"Laughs" at my horrid jokes
Shares his food with everyone
Thus maybe why he's hungry all the time

An open-book-- well, to me mostly
No judgments and fake compliments
But genuine advice and criticism
The truest I have met in years

Maybe it was right that I met him
For some reason I know I need him
Someone to cry on, cling to, and be yourself with
Talk about random things without the days passing

For such a simple guy you'll be mistaken
This one's something special I guarantee
Use my eyes to see
How wonderful this guy could be

scrunches his face up
he thinks it's a joke, at first
he thinks it's just
another one
of those dreams

hurt eyes; small apologies
he's never been prettier
he's going to throw up

"Tomorrow you will be alright"
I comforted myself a near midnight.
Dragging the towel, moist from the sink
under my lower lids, I did never blink.

Makeup and water or makeup and tears
some may never now, as I
that lonesome, quite autumn night*
Though I lastly found with my poorly sight
that under my lids there were, well how to describe?
- I lowered the towel and looked even twice
Nothing as makeup were pouring down my eyes
but a still, matte
constant.


Sorrow

Now what about tomorrow?
I blinked and I shrank as I lowered my head in the sink.
Oh but never were I capable of washing off ink.

Too much lost in translation
Transportation
Communication
This game requires no imagination

I find no elation
Of why it’s called Chinese Whispers
Since it’s English that we’re whispering
Since I can actually whisper in Chinese.

I suppose it dates back to the 17th century
When Europeans and the Chinese tried to meet
And tried to speak
And proceeded to fail
To no avail
They still could trade

So today we have this game to play
Unknowingly proving in many ways
Even to this day
We still cannot understand
What others try to say
Like whispering Chinese to English speakers.

How can a man of science
also be a holder of faith?
How can this arbitrator of fact
deal with such possible fiction?
What would Darwin say
if he saw this man on bended knee?
Would Hawking judge him
if he could quote scripture from memory?

Would God think him a sinner
if this man taught the theory of evolution?
Would God strike him down
if this man believed in string theory?
How could this man stand before the alter
when his work might contradict the good word?

"Science without Religion is Lame, Religion without Science is Blind"
Once said a simple patent officer from Germany.