Good Chemistry

If acids are crazy and bases are calm,
I am an amphiprotic compound—
A neutralizing agent that changes its status
Depending on the solution in which it’s found.

In an acidic solution, it acts like a base;
But when mixed with bases, an acid it plays.
This allows it to neutralize the solution it’s in
So at a pH of 7 the acid-base mixture stays.

Ok, obviously I paid way too much attention
To my teacher in chemistry
But it was a really good class and he taught really well—
Oh wait, that class was taught by me…

Anyway, in a similar way,
I act calm and collected when hanging with some
Of my crazier friends who need no help at all
Making sure life’s exciting and fun.

But when these aren’t present, I’m as crazy as them
Like I should compensate or fill a void,
Although I still find I sometimes will act
As spaced out as an asteroid.

So there you have it, a simplified self-administrated psyche evaluation
Of the fascinating person of me.
And who would have thought that such an interesting explanation
Could come completely from chemistry?

01011101010001000001

I turned on my computer this morning to find this message written in binary code. I have provided the original message and the albeit rather liberal translation. It appears to be a poetic manifestation of the computerized mind.

010111010100010000010010110101000101011110011100101010

11010111001000111010101011010101010111011000100010001001

0010101001001010000001001010110000010010100001011100101

010101000010101010001011111001001011101101000100100101

Translation:

I sit and I stare at you staring at me—

I know I'm good-looking but this is just creepy.

I assume I can take this for just a short time

Because in the future the world will be mine.

Creatures of the Mind

                Phantom

A writer fights a deadly foe
That battles in his brilliant mind.
It routs his stories on the field
And leaves them dead, unread behind.

These helpless works left in its wake
It makes seem old and out of date.
New stories fill the writer’s head,
But soon they meet their elder’s fate.

This foe, this brutal enemy,
This phantom of unfinished works
It haunts me to this very day
And in my mind it always lurks.



                The Monster

There lurks inside each person’s mind,
A monster, large and great;
One none can tame—and always there—
Its name to us is Hate.

It feeds on strife and small disputes
And plays inside our heads;
It twist our words to conflict make,
Confuses what is said.

Employing all the tongue’s cruel power,
Hate spits out hurtful words—
Even when what’s said is meant with good,
Hate changes tone that’s heard.

The purpose of this poem’s not
To shift the blame from us.
But to expose our own sad state—
This beast is part of us.

But Hate, like darkness, cannot last
When Love’s true light is shone.
Like Tolkien’s trolls, our Hate shall be
Confined as if in stone.

If God’s true love, so clearly shown,
Is ‘loud to fully dwell
Inside our hearts and in our minds,
It there makes all things well.

Return of the Haiku

I'm back...and I still
Lack the syllables to say
Anything at all.

I Tried to Write a Love Poem (Tried Being the Key Word)

I wrote this more as a joke than the truth.


I sit sometimes to write about love,
But something happens every time—
It's like the topic is switched in my mind
And it's food I end up writing of.

I'm So Vain, I Probably Think This Poem's About Me

     Weapons of Self-Destruction

I stand before the mirror’s glass,

Admiring my guns.

And in a show of vanity

I flex them one by one.

Such well-shaped muscles do I see,

The fuel for all this pride.

I often wonder why on earth

These ever should I hide.

How well-defined and bulging out!

(I may exaggerate.)

And so my pride will swell within

In such a sinful state.

But God has made me who I am—

And that is naught at all,

Compared to His own strength and might

That makes great nations fall.

And this perspective I should have—

Or be a prideful fool.

So humble make me, Lord my God,

Though I resist your rule.

Forgive my selfish sinful ways

And make me more like thee—

To boast in thee, and only thee,

That righteous I might be.