Communication evolution

I thicken my fingers
Tipping and spreading words
Each day.
Strong and powerful,
My fingers reflect my activities
Our my priorities.
Communication passes through the fingers,
words acquire value,
A few can still listen.

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Work prize

My body is soft
And weak to the fight
Telling me evolution might have not
Made me a favour.
Tasks get tougher worth the years
And thoughts more demanding
While the prize shines of gold and reputation.

Personal seat

Gracious with your thin arms,
You search your reserved seat
in this world
That makes preferences and fights
personal enemies.
Your request is legit
But the effort is unusual to your muscles
And only time can guarantee you
A fit.

Protein pray

Dear Lord,
Make me a protein today
To express myself in all settings.
I wish for time to make me more resistant.
I demand the stability
In a simple watery situation.
I yearn to be hard-working
And fast reaching
While selecting my companions
For a perfect fit.

Change league

I sweat alone
While my feet are tapping
And yearn to join the game.
The game is familiar
But I have played it for too long.
Rules are tights jackets
And the ball a long known relative.

Outreach research

How to, is never a question
When the idea sweeps you away.
Sunny or rainy, cold or hot,
The world
Subsides
And you see only the future
In front of you.
The imagination flies free
And experiments are quick
Telling stories that fascinate the society
And provide talks over the coffee.

Suspending

Suspend your judgement,
Not every day has a lesson at the end.
Learn to hang and just observe the scene,
Remembering only what feeds you.
It gives you a basis
for evolving tomorrow
Into a strong person
With a red book
full of short views
Always there to restart from.

Foody storm

Apparent control
On the surface of a storming ocean
Is the shakiest way of transport
Through the day.
Like a cat on a sailing boat
I always my eyes are high
To the faraway land
And my heart feels at home
Only when a fish lies in front of me.
Green Food as a panacea to the waves
And the wind
That poke me on the journey.

Sprouts

Memorise the path
But do not look back
Because only the future is under your influence.
Old results are set
And no new hypothesis can affect them.
New ideas shootout
when you are not watching
But You will be present
To guard their evolution
With Excitment.

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