Ullus Partum Est Verum In Ipsum.

My poetry has no form, because like poetry, I am formless. Everything I am is changing at all times.... so in this mode, all my poetry is but a glimpse of a single moment, or feeling, or idea.
You are getting a snap shot into someones soul at any given moment. You are getting a peek at something that is already gone. Like old stars, we only see the light from something already altered. Like old stars poetry gives us a way to trace back feelings and connect..... on a very human level.

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Monday, March 15, 2010

Science By LunaVega (c) 2009 (SUBJECT: Life )

clocks and microscopes
dividing and classifying
blue eyes become brown
brown eyes become green
damaging reality
bending molecules
to the obscene
genres and families
and genomes and neurons
deciding who we are
maybe planted by
some distant stars
long dead by now
im not the only one
whos loosing it
yes, the black and white
may need a little shade of grey
science for the sake of improvement
science for the sake of intelligence
rely only on facts
leave out the intuition
a situation
we cant condition
in humans......
Thankfully.

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