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"arbitrator" poems
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.
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Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 12:13 PM UTC
The Word of Einstein
They will take it away Whittle it down To the point Where spell check Is the only way to spell correct Where Google Is the real arbitrator of truth And the words, lazy on our tongues Cling to the warm recesses of our mind Un-rebellious Forever happy Easy Easier, still No hurdles to jump No trees to climb Hail, The obedient citizens of our Earth No wrong No unpleasantries All good and fine
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
Our success, Our decline
Several idolatrous revolutions of the Earth: Supposedly the inviolable law and declaration of potential. To be told among the hive that the honey is not sweet enough, or the fate of conception was too delayed, is to sentence a mind to a long-fused and intemperate wait The debt of youth must surely be paid, but alas – too few summers have I known and I have yet to feel that doppler swing to the right; my hands are still soft; my taste is still keen; I have never made nor broken a vow. So I am settled to deflate to penitently delineate and I hold you – arbitrator - to your word.
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 7:14 AM UTC
Well-Founded Predictions
Do not make The mindless masses Your moral arbitrator Think don’t just act And forget about Your actions later It is an altar Of altered skin tones People prostrate Themselves In front of The mirror Trying to mirror Fake reality stars Forgetting what real Role models look like The good guys Who made art with heart Set pen to higher purpose But consumer queens Who have been digitally remastered Get more action Then the masters How many people Remember Percy Shelley Or Michael Landon Two ages apart Two different hearts Who would not abandon Humanity Two voices in the desert One Romantic Poet And one Tv actor Hearts held high They do not lie But your new age heroes Breed greed Sell self interest I miss that Age of curiosity And generation Of compassion
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
Untitled
Fit for paper pen and pencil maker later's marker and before's sharpener both seem too dark, but have returned to grade the present and give it gifts and misfortune in that order typewriter shoelace alarm shaker always tingles, soon right after and awakens to spin and turn over open fire to timidly book burn. oh you brick laying arbitrator I am pleased for your concern and then there are sometimes no more words that enable an unsure future to grow and learn.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
In a flat