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My Religion
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Created on 8-1-07
Analyzing facts, the figures
The math
Clinical, detached, rewriting.
Science—the definition,
Now religion.
Whose? I daresay,
An impossibility to calculate.
Flesh tears away,
The soul, the spirit
Atoms now,
Under the microscope.
Things aren’t explained
Only hate and frustration
identified with my newly trained eye
A marshal of cold science,
“Why does she bother?”-they ask
The crisp plastic, blood, bacterium
I know nothing else—this regards truth
The only thing in this world left unbiased.
The only thing I give my trust
Neutrons, protons, cells,
Building blocks to what?
Latin to be memorized…
Does it make one smarter?
Imagination dances effortlessly
With scientific process.
Regardless of what you may think…
Creativity spawns new avenues of travel
Will they all lead to dead ends?
What a tragic ultimatum of nature!
“Why?” What a damned question it is!
Pointless to ask, impossible to avoid.
Slides switch, organisms identified.
Muscles, processes, bones
Do they equal life?
Elements, chemistry,
Natural attraction.
Acid pours down an open hand
It hurts—but it’s merely biology.
The scalpel is steady,
My heart drumming fast
My fingers are nimble,
Lucky with dexterity.
Why? What point is there to this?
Do I seek the answers
With this religion of mine?
Or is the stock in the journey?
“So ambitious!” they say, “for one so young”
Science is math,
WITHOUT rules; limitations
Creativity, compassion
They’re the second half of a whole.
My religion will never disprove yours
That is not why it exists,
What purpose is there to it
In the end…though…
I have a secret for you…
Science proves nothing…
It’s the pursuit of knowledge…
The inflection of understanding…
The search for meaning…
Just like anything else.
Please Login to post comments| On April 28th 2008 burlesque13 Said : | |
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WOW. IM IMPRESSED. U REALLY FIND UR INNER PERSON IN UR POEMS. IT WAS REALLY GOOD. IF ANYONE ELSE SAYS OTHERWISE, SKREW THEM A THOUSAND TIMES |
| On January 20th 2008 seekerovtruth Said : | |
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I feel like I just looked into your deepest thoughts and came out with more things to question and ponder than I went in with. Thanks for being so open with your contemplation. Peace |
| On September 1st 2007 HRHHermione Said : | |
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Beautifully written! Wonderful! |
| On August 2nd 2007 numbbbb0z Said : | |
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Hahha, could I've said "This is great" any more? :P |
| On August 2nd 2007 numbbbb0z Said : | |
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Amen! I loved this :D - I love how you managed to explain creativity in a scientific manner. It's brilliant! Very great :) The ending message is great. I wish I could find something to debate about with your message here, but it's..god this is too great. :D VERY great poem Alex! :D "The scalpel is steady,
My heart drumming fast
My fingers are nimble,
Lucky with dexterity." |
