I don’t feel good while writing this poem
There are nights when philosophy wraps me in a warm blanket
and there are days, when I am required to suffer.
Wisdom and Intelligence are strange
One can have one, without the other
to have two, is a blessing
but it doesn’t mean life works out, the way you want it to
luck and numbers and the odds, must be on your side
and to control these figures
requires magic.
People don’t believe in magic,
but I do
because I have experienced two.
Got into a conversation about God
with my dad
He told me, “Even if the stories in the Bible don’t add up, I have experienced the Almighty—so the math doesn’t matter. One plus one, doesn’t need to equal two.”
Science tries to measure what it can’t see
and this is how people view other people
Hate festers, like an open wound, wanting war
and our narrow perspectives give us something to give
so we kill each other
or understand each other
mumbling lost languages, under the tower of babel
We are all
in the dark
looking, for the light
unable to add
because we can’t see our fingers.