Life's Mathematics

Life's Mathematics

A Poem by Spoken

 

mistakes aren’t smart, nor their result
true genius is obtained in the ability to see
the lesson behind the fault
and then living life having never
repeated the error
 
so we’ll never know
how wise we were
until our number’s up
and we begin to calculate-
 
when the measuring tape comes out
and we stretch the length
of our growth and our regression;
and if the sum of good is greater
than the equation,
 
we can say we’ve found the proof
in a life well spent
 
and we either die with ease
or regret

© 2009 Spoken


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This piece is in line with my philosophy that life teaches us all the same lessons, only in different classrooms. Who is wiser?...the person who learns that fire is hot by running his hand over a burning match, or the man who has to fall into the white hot coals of a fireplace? One learned the lesson without self harm, the other learned, but lives with the ugly scars of his ignorance? I love this piece because it exposes the myth that wisdom can only be learned through suffering. Wisdom cannot be taught, only learned. He who can learn with the lest despair and self-destruction, is the wiser of the two. This is what I took from this piece...right,or wrong. :) Rain..

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This left me thinking having my thoughts warp a bit. Very deep words here my friend. I love the sense of urgency that leaps from the page. I always have to read your words twice as I feel the ideas that they place in my head are formed of concrete and have such texture of clarity. I am always impressed with your writes.


Great Job!!!!!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


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This is so wonderful.
I enjoyed how this was written.
I agree with Andrew this is true in ways.
Very well written and put together write.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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i found this piece very true and its tone is somehow telling me that it's a matter of fact.

what strikes me most is that the syntax is actually conversational yet how all the words form in the end and as i read seemed to be poetic in a unique sense.

the beauty of it all lies in the ideas and messages in the poem and i'm glad to have read a poem with insight for a change these past few days.

excellent work!

Posted 15 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Worthy of praise and admiration this one. Well written and well thought out

Posted 15 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

I totally adored this small poem. Riveting! Beguiling! Wisdom pure.

Posted 15 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

This piece is in line with my philosophy that life teaches us all the same lessons, only in different classrooms. Who is wiser?...the person who learns that fire is hot by running his hand over a burning match, or the man who has to fall into the white hot coals of a fireplace? One learned the lesson without self harm, the other learned, but lives with the ugly scars of his ignorance? I love this piece because it exposes the myth that wisdom can only be learned through suffering. Wisdom cannot be taught, only learned. He who can learn with the lest despair and self-destruction, is the wiser of the two. This is what I took from this piece...right,or wrong. :) Rain..

Posted 15 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Im never disappointed when i read your work. If its not paved with poetic grace , its full of truth and wisdom. This poem is not only clever but very true. Loved the metaphors and sensed a touch of witt. Very nice as usual.

Mr.Lopez

Posted 15 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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