by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff
Compute, this infinite equation,
How fast can you crunch it?
This is my brain, cogs all rusted
Wasting away from the acid rain.
With this lack of ego
Classed among the insane
No prosperity here for me
Sheltered from the Reality
God didn’t put us on this earth
To be left alone with broken hearts
Take off your shoes, move with the beat
Just rocking on the back street
One plus one, a simple equation
The human equation
Love plus love equals peace
It’s no special innovation
No computer can ever calculate
The square root of infinity
Compute, they will not listen
To this simple equation
I present this before them
This is my mind, and it is they say
Very sickly and needs a drug
To slow it down a bit
Muddle those thoughts
You’re thinking dangerously
This equation of love plus love
It’s all there is to calculate
Copyright (C) Richard Rowell 2002-2010
For more poetry by Richard Rowell, check out the From the Pages of Spiral Notebooks collections available exclusively from Write W.A.V.E. Media.
How fast can you crunch it?
This is my brain, cogs all rusted
Wasting away from the acid rain.
With this lack of ego
Classed among the insane
No prosperity here for me
Sheltered from the Reality
God didn’t put us on this earth
To be left alone with broken hearts
Take off your shoes, move with the beat
Just rocking on the back street
One plus one, a simple equation
The human equation
Love plus love equals peace
It’s no special innovation
No computer can ever calculate
The square root of infinity
Compute, they will not listen
To this simple equation
I present this before them
This is my mind, and it is they say
Very sickly and needs a drug
To slow it down a bit
Muddle those thoughts
You’re thinking dangerously
This equation of love plus love
It’s all there is to calculate
Copyright (C) Richard Rowell 2002-2010
For more poetry by Richard Rowell, check out the From the Pages of Spiral Notebooks collections available exclusively from Write W.A.V.E. Media.
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