Contrast (an acrostic poem)

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Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination

Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy

Nothing can stop me but myself

That’s what makes creating so hard.  It’s destroying simple things

Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them

Always digging deeper and climbing higher

Searching for the thing that is always with you

That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me

Poet (an acrostic poem)

 

Perceiving the world through the lens of the soul

Ordering the chaos while making order more chaotic

Everything is their purview, and yet they focus on the basic building blocks

Those are love, loss, hope, despair and the building blocks of humanity

 

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Element (an acrostic poem)

Earth, air, fire, water

Life was simpler in the past

Everything was created with those four basic substances

Making up everyone’s reality

Except people knew there was something more

Now we have a periodic table filled with of over one hundred building blocks

That is how life goes, Mr. Watson.  Starts off simple then becomes complex.

 

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Thick (an acrostic poem)

The breadth of her knowledge was tremendous, but

How could she not know something as simple and basic as this?

I approached her, my evidence in hand

Capturing her attention, I began to lay out my arguments

Kept at it even when I realized maybe I had done something stupid

 

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