hahahaha i hope u werent tryin to hurt sum1 miss dictionary and below average....a 3 u act like i give a fuk what u give me but w/e ill try harder to speel bater ho

That was an excellent poem!1 I hope to reach that level someday..I am just a beginner. Here is a parallel acrostic by my friend... Treasuring the past I tired to stay in a distant desert, buT He came and erased the tenebrous days from my memoiR Only a few moments’ feelings made us, “us” from him and I Marked with uncertainty our love stayed, hushed and virgiN. Anticipating the recondite dream to bloom as a new epiC, Smilingly, with open arms, always love waited on our waY Loving a person with out seeing is not a simple committaL Optimistically he waited till I revealed that I love him toO Virtue of prayers must have forced us to divulge our luV Else, how these feelings didn’t get erased in the cruise of lifE Serendipity is what that kept this relation together, alwayS Time or space couldn’t wreck a love carved deep in hearT Revolving on the orbits of life, to see an eclipse I did wisH I could feel emotions growing like a crescent to a full halO Neglecting all the hurdles of life, love was declared for hiM Capitulating in his arms, my spirit found complete euphoriA Yearning to meet this eternal love I wait across seven seaS Trincy loves thomas and thomas loves Trincy

Oddly enough, my entire career (I've decided) is to perniciously rip off Dark Angel, but do it well. Obviously not as well as him, but well enough for someone Of my pornographic stature to achieve a nice pile of wealth. He actually, gave me the idea For this poem, well not totally but he has this thing for omelettes And jesus, that I find hilarious, and I thought Fuck it, why not A jesus Omelette. To tell you the truth.

like the common ranting in seventeen pieces.

Definetely a poem! This spoke in volumes to me about the inherit darkness that sexuality calls forward in us all. I found it uplifting, human.

Now you put it that way..

yes, yarn is plausible and all, just that it still leaves that beat long while the brain has to process it. And this is not the kind of place you go to have things "overlooked". No, not that kind of place at all.

I know it's AN ordeal. But there was no way I could edit it, so I was hoping you guyz would overlook it!! (Damn you!!) By YARN, I mean to cover. (Yarns my soul...Covers or knits my soul...) That part makes sense though! Thanks anyway!!

The poem relates math to life using the unstated, but hopefully understood, notion that people hold certain truths to be inalienable, much as other people hold math theorems, granted on less evidence. The “oaf, as you unjustly call him, needed a very simple math example, else he would have doubts. Complex math can be just as convincing, but not to him. He did not prove his “theorem” but took it on abundance of evidence because that’s the way his mind works. I did not mean that the uncertainty principle implies there is no logic, only that it is the logic of probability. Gamblers and God may have similar propensities toward bending the odds by using slogans and hope and the notion that correct thinking affects the outcome. It gets back to the idea of being created in God’s image. Maybe God works partly by nudging the outcome a tiny amount here and there, causing great change in strictly probabilistic outcome – chaos as it is – so tiny we could never catch Him at it.

In what way does this poeme relate maths to life? By being mathematically inept? Or by having an oaf make an easily provable conjecture, then writing it on his tombstone and challenging passing dweebs to disprove it? Anyway, I'm not saying you should hold to rigorous mathematical standards. I don't see how that makes any sense in the context of a poeme. I was pointing out that your argument (c.f. "the mathematics had to be simple in order to be beyond doubt") was a silly one. There is a great deal of interesting, not-so-simple mathematics that is beyond doubt. Of course you could argue that the protagonist was an utter oaf, and therefore incapable of proving his conjecture. But then what? Does this poeme become a bold, sweeping statement about how oaves wander through life saying obvious things? You ought to be commended for your insight! Though in my experience, oaves mostly wander through life writing wallyish poetry about things they know very little about, and smelling of dung. Mostly. "And just in case you’re about to say that without logic, there is no math, let me add that much of the universe is running on chance to the chagrin of Einstein and others, and maybe the mind that made it that way likes the emotional tug of trying to outwit probability" I wasn't about to say "without logic there is no math", because any such statement would almost certainly be followed by an enormous amount of guff, no matter what anyone said about it. But I certainly would at least like to know what you mean by your implication that the uncertainty principle implies there is no logic. In answering, please say what you mean by "logic", "no", and "the emotional tug of trying to outwit probability."