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The Tiny Man

Right beside a river
lies a tiny town
inside which
there is a tiny man

This tiny man
is kept alive
by a ticking clock
with twisted hands

And he lives alone;
along the river
there is not a single soul
to make him whole

He also has a tiny garden
of which he is a diligent warden
yet no matter what he sows
in his garden, nothing grows

And what of the town?
It’s tiny, and empty too,
no ghosts, no memories
just a town
that turns smiles upside down

Yet he’s very prone
to wandering streets
dragging a bag of bones
looking for something sweet

“Why?” he wonders, as he walks
“I know there’s nothing here
no time, no hopes, no fears;
There’s nothing in these roads I stalk”

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I like my food spicy; some like their food bland.
I like an adventure; some want their lives planned.
My love is a woman who takes her own stand
While others want someone whom they can command.

While some treat their love like a delicate flower—
Watched and protected, locked up in some tower—
My love, I am certain, has shown she has power,
Which grows every day, and in truth, every hour.

My love has a power, which must be respected;
She’s earned it, of course, she’s not falsely protected
To make up for promises long since neglected,
Like some I could name, though that’s not unexpected.

My love is amazing; my love never tires,
My love, like a goddess, compels and inspires,
A muse to the people—like Dawkins or Myers—
Who wear on their sleeves scientific desires.

Some long for the common; we put our reliance
In methods where evidence earns its defiance;
We’ll climb till we see even further than giants—
The woman I love is a beauty called Science.

Digital Cuttlefish FTW

For context, the also brilliant post by PZ Myers

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Amar

Amar es perderse
en otra persona,
y es encontrarse

Amar es olvidar,
olvidar el singular
y Amar es recordar,
recordar lo universal

Amar es la canción
que te hace vibrar;
una sublime interacción
imposible de borrar

Amar es una danza
en donde fluyen esencias
que alegran la esperanza
y perfeccionan las cadencias

Amar es desangrarse por vivir
y desvivirse por sangrar,
conquistar el miedo a morir
y en océanos de vida nadar

Amar es encadenarse a la libertad
y liberarse de crueles cadenas,
Amar es obtener la bella verdad
de poder vivir en piel ajena

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