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MATHEMATICS

I’m only ½ without you
A Rational…
But Fractional Expression
I’m stressing 2 become complete like Whole Numbers
It would be such a blessing
2 be able to make you my number 1
With your Geometry I am fascinated
You are Unparalleled in my sight
My captivation can’t be Calculated
The Derivative of our Function would be just right
Don’t mistake me for another dude
I’m interested in your every magnitude

Don’t need anyone to Cosine (co-sign)
Any feelings for you I’ve got
Don’t want my love to only be Tangent with yours,
I want to touch you in more than one spot
4get the actors in your life
They misinterpret your scale factor
They want you low 2 Common Denominators
FOIL-ing your beauty by
First looking at your Outer and your Inner Last
Not understanding that you’re actually
Top of the line like Numerators
The prettiest and most complete Outlier
With class
Zero individuals could Divide us
(You can’t divide by zero)
That Solution does not exist
We’d make an interesting Exponential Equation
That’s what the Root of this message is
I adore you 4 your (+) positive and () negative attributes
Only seeing you 4 your true [Value of Absolute]
I’ll always be IR (real) with you
I feel with you, Expressions could be Infinite with you
There is no (>) greater than or (=) equal to
Our 2 locations may make it a little hard on us
But we are Ordered Pairs
If you ask me
The Line between us is the shortest distance
Like how…Y = MX + B

A very good friend of mine was inspired after reading my poem, and this was the outcome…

THE EQUATION OF LOVE

PHOTO CREDIT: Monique Brent www.modesignsart.com

The Appointment (16 DEXTER)

It was January 13th, 1997 when

You made me acknowledge You

We met for the first time

Face to face

You sent a city bus for me,

Detroit’s route 16

Better known as,

The Dexter

You wouldn’t have me be late for our appointment…

At first I thought,

“This must be a mistake…”

That I lay there in such pain

With my mouth bleeding

And my face planted into the steering wheel

Of my 1982 Chrysler

In half of an instant,

My world came to a screeching halt

Mangled by the impact of steel crushing steel

My car was twisted like a pretzel

I’d never been hit like this before

I should have had my seatbelt on

But would it matter?

My vertebrae became misplaced in my spine

Will need physical therapy

There goes basketball and my dreams of becoming a pro…

Suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury

Will need neuro and occupational therapy too…

“What’s your name?”

I was asked

I couldn’t remember…

Only the first two letters came to mind

Where am I?

This intense light is hurting my eyes…

I stood before You and heard Your voice

Listening to what I did not yet know were my new instructions

After the light that flashed before me had fizzled

I began regaining conciousness…

I realized I was still alive

Amnesia had started to set in though

I heard someone on the phone say,

“There has been a bad accident on

Woodward at Grand River”

Looking at what my car used to be

A ball of confusion surrounds me

What just happened to me?

Why did this happen to me?

After 4 years I knew Your lesson…

You passed it on through Pastor Marvin Winans

At Perfecting Church…

“When you’re not on the path that He sees fit, God has the ability to break you down beyond human understanding and, like with clay, shape you into what He wants you to be.”

That day in January,

The day I used to look back on and say,

This is the day I lost everything…

On that day,

I now realize

Is when You made me the mighty man I am today

Sleepwalkers

Too many Sleepwalkers…

Without dreams or productive activity in their heads…

Like zombies,

Back and forth mindlessly

They often trance

Only looking to feed carnal desires

Easily could be considered

The Walking Dead…

No purpose in life,

Or direction…

No future in sight

Projected only toward their simplest and nearest affections

Infection has run rampant

Leaving the rest of society’s conscious minds feeling dejected

Wondering if hope can be kept alive

Restore their civilized lives

And not be a once realized,

But now,

Futile perception

Because there are too many Sleepwalkers

Without dreams or productive activity in their heads

Only looking to feed carnal desires

Society is being overrun with The Walking Dead