Daily Prompt: Genius (Meaning of life?)

The genius stands, chalk in hand.

Scribbling equations, going mad.

Surely it’s there, before him in trigonometry.

The meaning of life, of you and me.

Surely it’s there, he just needs to see.

But it isn’t, that’s the epiphany!

Some things just happen, no reason nor rhyme.

Some things just happen, all of the time.

You can’t fathom numbers of love.

You can’t break down past one and one, us.

You’ll never predict, six sigma can’t tell.

Why some find heaven, and others find hell.

That’s the genius,  so open your eyes.

Realise your dreams and enjoy the ride.

via Daily Prompt: Genius

Daily Prompt: Peculiar

Isn’t it peculiar 

That we feel the way we do

Certainly a peculiarity

That fortune favoured us two

Isn’t it odd

That our souls finally met

If one were to bet

I wonder what odds we’d get

But one thing that isn’t strange

Is how I feel about you

There’s not a shred of mystery

About what you surely do

You make me feel

As loved as I love you

And that might be peculiar

Or not… my mind will have to see

So while I ponder my beauty

The strangeness of our luck

Fear not the outcome

Cos with me you’re stuck

via Daily Prompt: Peculiar