Whisper of a crushed heart

Oh, whisper of a crushed heart!
That weeping of hidden tears...
That numbing of bleeding ears...
That deafening silent scream.

When the eyes lose their light,
piercing unfocused this realm.
When the hands tremble uneven,
craving even the power of rage.

Wobbling legs deliver reticent
in an mechanical movement
that hides the vacuum inside.

Shattered scattered valves,
ashes of a driving flame,
spirit souvenirs of this frame.

Overthinking

Have been overwhelmed with decisions all my life:

Thinking the wrong answer in a test
could make me miss by a hair the grade
for courses that I valued to have the chance.
Ending up in a degree I could not embrace
with soulless teachers questioning again
on maters that intensely forgo my taste.
Culminating in a career bursting to emerge
in a economic drought without singularity to trust
for lack of interest in a forced paved path.

Thinking the wrong word would alienate
the eager boy that could have been a good date,
maybe even the perfect gene pool wrapped in grace.
Ending up with a conventional tolerant mate
that mind not or notice my awkward state
just enjoy  the mild beauty of my face.
Culminating in a regular sensible marriage
and fair unimaginative children who behave
dulling my longing for spontaneity or adventure.

Thinking the wrong phrasing in my professional cv
would discourage a boss that is nurturing,
from picking me from a pile of prospect employee.
Ending up in the unflattering job that dismisses
all my elaborate efforts to somehow innovate,
for lack of color on my unimpressive experience.
Culminating in a reasonable regular office
in a routine that continuously dulls my brain
for being unappreciated and under payed.

Now, just about too late, I realize a truth:

One does never know when hunger,
war or flood are about to ruin
all those carefully analyzed solutions
based on such fragile predictions.
For chaotic is the random development
of the nondeterministic fate.
Delicate is the balance that made us
and saw us to our current state.
Any change in the number of kisses
and we would have been a sister,
a brother or solely another, 
in other words not be at all.
By the mere flapping of a butterfly's wings 
life would be too different to consider.

One can only therefore chose
the best that allows one's conscience
what little that can influence one's chance
should only allow a peaceful sleep
Ultimately a life of good decisions
can shape up to great mentions.
That is the workings of statistics which
promise nothing in particular
just a whole lot of generic hinting.

So breath, decide and adjust as best you can,
for flighty is our time and little we can mend.

Arrogant r us

We walk this vast land
with our might at hand
as if it were ours
as if none bothers.

Arrogant bunch!

A little over sunned,
a little over rained,
remindings of our place
mere users of this earth!

Not sufficing geology
to bring history to peace,
not sufficing physics
to bring earth to its sphere.

Arrogant bunch!

You need divine sent
message to reaffirm?
Well let it be these rains
these droughts and changes.

Let mother nature clue
you in its infinite impartiality
in equations language
what little we can handle.

Arrogant bunch!

Engineering from our genius
the tiniest to the humongous,
available to those that trust
natures whispered theorems.

The beauty of our triumphs
the grandness of our brilliance
all pale to our ignorance,
yet measure our cognition.

Arrogant am I!

After so much schooling,
impinging so much scolding!
Speculation, doubt or suspicion
challenge science into knowledge.

Our limit lies alone
in that we lay alone
on our ability to perceive
on our faculty to conceive.

Arrogant are us!

To dismiss that ignorance
is not fought by the few
learning exceptionally
but for all to conquer or perish.

Flat is the earth of those
who otherwise not comprehend
and it is to blame only us,
privileged unwilling to explain.