The language of love requires no translation,
The language of trust needs no explanation,
The language of honesty needs no interpretation,
The language of wisdom requires no noise,
The language of kindness requires no words.
Biochemistry, the language of life,
Spoken in the smallest of parts,
Yet felt in the grandest of forms.
Biochemistry, the alchemy of nature,
Transforming simple elements
Into the majestic tapestry of life.
Biochemistry, illuminating life’s invisible pathways,
Guiding us toward a deeper understanding
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The Armenian language is the home
and haven where the wanderer can own
roof and wall and nourishment.
He can enter to find love and pride,
locking the hyena and the storm outside.
For centuries its architects have toiled
to give its ceilings height.
How many peasants working
day and night have kept
its cupboards full, lamps lit, ovens hot.
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Ear pain—
invisible
When heard.
Quietly read,
Its title hides
In public—
so as not to offend
The fragility of the powerful.
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I do not always understand what you say.
Once, when you said, across, you meant along.
What is, is by its nature, on display.
Words' meanings count, aside from what they weigh:
poetry, like music, is not just song.
I do not always understand what you say.
You would hate, when with me, to meet by day
What at night you met and did not think wrong.
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Ear pain—
invisible
When heard.
Quietly read,
Its title hides
In public—
so as not to offend
The fragility of the powerful.
......
Seventy-seven. Cursed
to some
in turn you'll seek
variables dispersed
What's rendered
for verse?
Cheapest meaning,
patterns worst,
immerse;
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To read is to err. The joke—mmm, perhaps there. Maybe you’re drawn to the line, a promise, a breath held-
spaced out-
too long. But here it lay. Your eyes move, dutiful, grazing
the terms,
the conditions,
-THE-
reality; plastic clattering, clacking modernity. The killing keys center the stage, perform their allusion.
You wanted something, now you're here.
But, so it is. “That’s just showbiz,” someone says, parroters' conviction.
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Ek, 'n Nederlander,
luister na jou
soos na 'n wind wat sag
oor droë gras streel.
Jy is eenvoudig,
maar nooit leeg nie.
Jy praat in kort sinne
maar dra diep herinneringe.
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I have recently learned how to make adjectives out of nouns;
the components are problem and a person, joining together to make a "problematic" one..
it's me, I'm the problem—atic one.
I developed my skills to create the problem and to solve it;
The fear and the one who is full of it is "fearful", while the one who is stripped of everything he once had will be called "fearless".
P.S. Both of them still have the root "fear-" inside of them.