"souces" poems
Pyrophosphite/Pyrophosphate
Souces of energy, since the beginning of time
chemical processors of matter within
that God did make these, is no mystery of mine
the maker of all things, and that includes sin
all living beings require energy transported
from a tiny bacteria, to a complex human
enzymes with chemical energy reported
how this all happpens, I have no clue man
Pyrophosphate is a simple molecule, an early precursor
consumed by the mystery of organic matter
but there is something more simple, a complex rehearser
taken away the theories of the dreams they now scatter
Pyrophosphite is smarter, no enzymes required
hydrogen is more bountiful exploding with life
no catylyst needed, to process before tired
water molucules is husband to phosphates wife
does all of this matter, does the matter mean much
when the bottom line ascends to the top
is this too deep, am I way out of touch
science is in me, I cant make it stop
Gomer Lepoet...
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:07 AM UTC
how can we breathe so easily
if we're smothered by our souls
being changed by unfamiliar souces
who make up the leading roles
why do we have a queen?
if she is just as equal as us?
why can she eat so much caviar?
why doesn't she take the bus?
why are we stuck in this routine
of working for others wealth
to make a rich man richer
and starve us of our health
they tell us what to eat
what to look like
what to wear
they're the cause of insecurities
but now you know they'll never care
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 2:04 AM UTC