physics
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Many labor over little things
Keeping close to cardboard-hands
They love these hands
They love the tangible
Obsess in the real
And refuse to feel
Far beyond what is here
What goes up must come down.
It's the law of gravity.
You throw a ball up into the air and what does it do?
What a frightful time to be alive
An axiomatic concept has finally become a reality
Driving the caravan to Galveston on i-45
Me mum rings me and I make a face grotesquely
I see light, a structure of cards and the rolling dice
The face of the dice is only exposed once the structure falls
and by luminous observation I see the face and count
I feel ecstasy in these equations,
I'm delighted by these approximations.
How many piano tuners are there in Chicago?
Puzzling through it sets my heart aglow.
My enthusiasm is hard-won,
Says the physicist in his freewheeling calculation,
Peering through nature, he develops his approximation.
It is an art to solve problems;
Through his eyes, life is far from humdrum.
Physics, physics, physics you torture me
You are all I ever see
When my head hits my pillow designed for sleep.
However, when I'm your class my mouth never makes a peep
I never learn much about you,
I traded in my Nike’s for the open mics
Those early Saturday morning 6 o'clocks for them 7s ate my priorities I had to trade them in for
Do me like my name is music
Treat me like I am your music or muses to poetry yet to be created
Though physically isolated and mentally shaken
Still tethered and anchored
Patiently awaiting the weight lift
If god is real, then why not the Zeus?
From retarded apes, we have diverged.
From near extinction, we have profused.
Our mental growth has been induced;
Yet irrational thought has come merged.
According to physics,
the force tension in the noose
around my neck is equal to the force
of gravity, 556 newtons, pulling down
My romance is of sun and sea
and all the sky between,
The points of aether moving back
time twice forgot reseen.
When I was in physics class I learned that an object with any amount of mass can store up any amount of potential energy based simply on its height and the force of gravity.
Oh Gravity,Oh Gravity,All the things you do for me.You're the force thats holds me down,And makes sure that I never leave the ground!But when I fall,not what I need,
When I picture you,
I don't visualize your body,
Because there are over a billion
People on this planet, and there
Are an infinite amount of chromosome
Combinations that were used to make out
Space is indeed a beautiful placeFilled with solitary, yet its charmingAll alone, there are countless objects;Beyond them lie even more countless objectsApart from that, there are huge colours in space
we fall in love in those in-between moments, like when the sun is buried right at the brink of that fine line and if you want to know the truth,the boy i sit next to in physics drew the horizon.
Men kneel to kings,
And kings kneel to gods.
And though no monarchy holds my allegiance,
And no deity my faith,
Hello, Dr. King, have you heard the news?
Children are being stereotyped because they aren’t as intelligent
as child prodigies at age 3. What can we do to fix this?
They do not see what I feel inside
But they see the smile that I can not hide
Day after day I please their needs
But I am never questioned about what I need
What did I do
I have to admit
That sometimes I’m "not all there"
I’m a great actor
Playing the part
And choosing what to share
I wake up and decide what character to present
My mind is no clockwork.
It has no mechanistic rules of a clock, has no one destination, or a repetitive circle of lines on the edge of Time.
My mind is constrained by the jail of clocks and schedules:
Have you ever wondered why over 60 freaking percent of each of your classes fails every test? You are forcing your students to go on an enormous, disastrous quest!
The chance
that a black hole will materialize on earth
is so infintesimally small
as to be considered 'practically' impossible
But still
the quantum physics suggesting the possibility
I never understood,
why physics needed to
be known by everyone.
Why it mattered, its
significance, its purpose.
So, I'm perched atop my study stool,
removed from social interactions.
I've become a slave to post-secondary school.
I derive equations, not satisfactions.
I've been solving for x longer than I can recall,
Expectations
Backed up by physics
And physics supported by explanations
Worldview colored by math and science
Facts and figures that shift, are pliant
Perspective of the universe changing day by day
Physics is a passion only few can love
Our minds dream of the stars above
And while many peoples' thoughts are of rocks
ours are too, only much "outside the box"
If you would allow us to elaborate
For many decades we had searched.On the edge of our seats we perched,To hear what had been researched.Hearing the news, we all lurched.
The test tubes bubble in the silence,
Their toxic heartbeat strong and loud.
Cabinets like sentries frame the wall,
Stiff-backed, tall and proud.
Atop these, Einstein glares down,
Shunning imitation human brains
