Knowledge opens the shards

of frozen ice to reveal reason why

mind is helplessly chained to wall,

unleashes boundaries from pen -

a new awakening of amber glow

as sun filters mind breaking shackles,

opening up knowledge to consume

the ancient stones, infancy of truths.

Abandoned harmony of life threads dance

kneeling in balance of life bursting forth

like ripe, dripping peaches of wisdom,

resonating on night wind – savage possession

kindled with pain and pleasure entwined,

budding wisdom and time-worn realities,

maze of verity cursed by thirst of all-knowing

reaching for promise in distant starlit skies,

yearning to share bounty of far flung vistas.

Knowledge drives wisdom on wings of fancy,

breathing beneath tangled debris of mind

following different roads to same destination,

fulfilling fiery wishes of uncloaked secrets.

Mystery is disguised by masks of seeking

the bruises of battle scars leading the way,

cherished thoughts of enlightenment unlock

puzzles of mind, opening clear view to lost images.

Windows of light glimmer throughout the denseness,

healing begins and filters through opening mind,

a cocoon awakening to that which you seek

in moonlit sonatas sharing what is meant to be.

Knowledge is not about learning alone but sharing

wisdom imparted in simplicity before submitting

to the mindless grave, watching knowledge march on.

Knowledge is power and knowledge is pain,

Truths can shine and truths can scar,

Arts mastered; new secrets learned,

Lies uncovered, pedestals shattered into pieces of glass,

Dark corners shown and destroyers unmasked.

Knowledge is questions and knowledge is answers,

With every answer there's a new question,

Stars and systems uncovered; planets revealed,

Where, what, how, why, when,

The story of life never stops and the canvas grows.

Knowledge is endless and knowledge is short,

Sometimes it lasts forever,

Sometimes disappears with a breath,

Forgotten worlds and history preserved,

The truth is hidden in the cracks,

Languages fade and new ones are made,

Beliefs and religions form and others are lost to the cruel hand of time,

Taking knowledge as it's given.

Power and pain:

Strength and darkness.

Questions and answers:

Obstacles and rewards.

Endless and short:

Life and death.

Knowledge builds a mind,

Destroys one other,

Saves a life for more,

Ends one other is tragedy,

Finds a sickness,

Asks for a cure,

Builds a city out of ash,

Takes it down into the earth.

Knowledge is the ultimate God,

Ruling our lives like pawns,

Moving the pieces,

Choosing and creating the paths,

Killing players,

Giving birth to monsters and saints,

Giving and taking,

Creating...

I wrote this piece a while ago which I LOVE! Therefore, when I read the word “knowledge” I got so excited to re-share it even though I don’t really do challenges except for one or two times. So here is my definition of the word “knowledge” in my own style...

Knowledge is not only in school and college knowledge is everywhere and anywhere,

Whether you seek it or not you will learn. However, as much you seek as much you gain.

I seek just a little and learned some from pain.

Feed me...feed me from books and pain

Feed my hunger water my thirst

Squeeze my arrogance show it who I really am!

knowledge! 

Flush into my mind

Through an invisible thoughts to build and create

Create bullets for destruction and medicine for aid

Make wars!...build constructions

Knowledge! 

Manipulate our minds-

Weakness in skulls called brain

Give one material, give one blood

And give another a chair

Give one pen give one light

And give another heart of fair

Knowledge! 

Feed my hunger...squeeze my arrogance

Show me how much ignorant I really am!

I bought food in a plastic and metal can

With fancy label on it..beneficial table to it

And expiration date on the butt

“Good For Use From Now To Some Decades Ahead”

Healthy and vitamin-ate your organs needs to maintain

I drank blue, yellow, purple and pinky fluids

They said on TV the labels never lies

Will keep you fresh and safe from dehydrate

And “Guardians” were never a fraud

Knowledge! 

Feed my hunger and water my thirst

Tell my arrogance how teeny tiny I really am!

How much a page can weight and contains of secrets,

Powers, mysteries! or order and chaos

How much a little tiny virus can destroy

And flip upside down my existence

In thoughts or flesh and blood

And green button can create massive mess!

Or perhaps sets homes on fire but flame-less

How much can merged ink with fancy sheet

Creates 1% and poverty on the other hand...grants

Enhance...feeding up pockets and banks

Knowledge! 

Flash into my neurosis like fire

Burn down my arrogance my ignorance and residence

As blindfolded from darkness I shed light

I know what’s good, I know what’s right

While the truth of my knowledge standing from afar

On the other side the, side of the real light-

In depths and heights and limitless

Knowledge! 

Thank you for one more lesson!

Therefore, I confess, I acknowledge!

I am, an arrogant, ignorant and way too far

From the knowledge

But for knowledge I thirst...hunger and search!

For my brain and thoughts are limitless

And love in my heart will still exist

Love for partner and love for knowledge.

In the midst of a blanketing fog,

I found myself one day,

In the heart of that serpent's belly,

Who had led many a man astray.

Now this dark fog was a woeful cloud,

Worse than any fierce god's storm,

And it hung like smoke in the blackening sky,

As to blot out the Sun's blessed form.

And I stumbled to and fro,

Amidst the serpents frightful storm,

Till I saw in the middle of this night-endless plight,

A light as bright as was the dark of the storm.

This light was the light of an oil-burning fire,

Bright and hot and small,

With a glowing stream of a snake-tongue's flame,

And a smoke-plume thin and tall.

Now the source I could not see,

For it was a distance off,

But the flame burned with such great passion,

Of damned human thought,

That I ran, half drunk, through the fear-fog's night,

For that cursed flame I sought.

Of such joy was I, as I chased after the seen,

That the dear, beloved light of false hope,

Danced quickly away, always a step ahead,

From I, a poor soul, lost on that desolate slope.

Well it danced and spun and fluttered away,

To my left, to my right, to behind and in front,

To taunt my vision with such maddening hope,

As the light, in its grandness, could hope.

I galloped like a racehorse around and around,

In the fog fraught of void and terror,

So that my mind was in circles and vexing coils,

Knowing nothing but that sad lighted horror.

I fell to the ground in a gasping moan,

As the fire grew hot and great, and I,

As spectator, could only watch,

As flame kindled flame,

And the serpent-tongues rose high into the sky,

And I cried “Too much, too much!”,

As the furnace burned hot,

And the heavens turned crimson-gold.

And still that wretched fog, as thick as ice-frost's breath,

Fell choking in my throat as the hellfire burned,

And the world was consumed,

By the once small light.

Now as human reason, in the midst of the serpent’s fog,

Burned bright and elusive and taunting in the night,

So shall it burn in terrible fright,

If given a voice in fearfull plight.

This inner desire

To devour the unknown

This addiction that causes

My anxiety to thrive in my veins

This burning anger

This uncanny drive

That questions my creator that

Wishes to slap the chain on my brain

And kill such equisential thoughts

That so often question the logic of the human existence

That attacks the holy scriptures

On such fantastical sermons

That lack no foundation

Based on such mythical rhymes

Causes my brain cage to shake and quake

Spewing venom of hatred from your podium

Mouth wide and gushing with saliva

Slamming down another sermon

In the mouths of fools hunger for the truth

Nails peeling and ripping through the walls of the earth

To find this divine answer that is in the crack of our bones

That thrives on my vengeance of god

Eating pages

Drilling through the creavases of the earth finest sercets

To hold unto to this stability that I crave

My mind is library filled with books caked with dust

And heaving with blood

Bones encased around the binding preventing them to fall into the pit of nothingness

This disastrous course that

We began when we were younger

Deciphering words

And hanging uto human reason

When human reason

Is far from reason

This shivering feeling that is in our hands

That causes our skin to cut and tear

That drops the very liquid that turns red when hit with oxygen

That rusts our brain and causes us to recede our intelligent mind in a bookcase

Because we fear the answer to our questions will never satisfy us

This lust to find

And conquer and devour this unholy world

To make what is crooked

straight

To define the gravity of reality

To alter to perception

In order to gain perception

Peripheral vision slurred

And lead astray fear that are fingers

Will very quake at the answer we hold in the creases of universe

To journey to hell

And back

To conquest

What is left to quest

To break boundaries

And build walls

To tear down the matrix

In order

To reach reality

To latch unto the atmosphere

And not lose ourselves in the hemisphere

Of wandering thoughts

That is knowledge

The never ending cycle

Of tearing the world around us

To tear into the past

Present

Future

To gain an understanding

Of this foundation

We rest are feet and dead bodies

On

To seek the truth

The ugly truth

Knowledge,

It is the culmination of experiences.

Seeds planted while we are infants.

Some nourished and attended.

Carefully irrigated, to take root and grow.

Others doused with gibberish.

A few, parched, shrivelled up, abandoned.

Knowledge,

It is the fruition of ideas,

Sprouting, reaching for the sun,

Some capturing it’s power and energy,

It’s warmth gently offering sustenance.

Others, too shaded, hidden from it’s rays.

A few, burned, scorched, deserted.

Knowledge,

It is an unyielding belief,

Budding, promising it’s glory

Some flourishing, offering it’s nectar

it’s blooms bursting forth with vibrancy

Others, to weak and fragile to emerge.

A few, squashed, fallen, neglected

Knowledge,

It is the final Perception.

Branching out, completing it’s ripening.

Some harvesting, reaping the crops.

Fertilizing the virgin soils.

Others, mere stumps strangled prematurely

A few, broken, fragile, snapped.

Knowledge,

It is a collection of Opinions.

Plotted carefully, devised,

Some thriving in rich bedding,

it’s marrow spreading rapidly.

Others, inhibited with mulch.

A few, weeded, wrenched, discarded.

Knowledge,

It is an accumulation of resources.

Towering majestically, sharing it’s splendour,

Some offering it’s abundances,

it’s thickets twisting a labyrinth.

Others too wild, too dangerous.

A few, chopped, hacked, destructed

Knowledge,

It is an offering, a gift, a luxury.

It is taken, received, a necessity.

It is unique, valuable, rare

It is ordinary, cheap, common

It is endless, expanding, powerful

It is bounded, restricting, weak

Knowledge is a set of beliefs. You know water is wet. You know fire is hot. You may not know those beliefs can be challenged. You may not know you love because you can't help it. You may have to learn stuff like, your car needs gas. The buttons on the machines have changed. Knowledge is like change, ever revealing itself in a personal way. Seek it. Go for knowledge like you  do oxygen or wisdom. Choose your knowledge, choose your personal facts. What do you accept as a reality? What is real to you is your knowledge, and that is a good thing, for without knowledge there can be no change!

Some neurologists may suggest knowledge is  all you can shove in your brain , but you  know what knowledge is! Or is that an oxymoron? You decide. At this point, I'm just filling a word count to the challenge about "what is knowledge?" You know how you feel, you know the color of your eyes.. duh!

Almost done...what is 1+2? frickin 3! OK 25 words left...The sun rises in the east and settles in the west. Says Who?!! Do you know our axis could change? Check that out!

Knowledge

 Is not something learned in college

Learning

Happens whenever there is yearning

Education

Is more than 10 months between summer vacation

Aptitude

Is really about motivation and attitude

Brain

Is just a muscle forever needing to be strained

Logic

Really is opinion disguised, a puzzle- solve it

School

Is more about routine, rigidity and rule

Curriculum

Encompasses all one decides as important on a whim

Text books

Bear fewer impact statements than impact felt by sexy looks

Protractors

Measure only circumference, radius, diameters

Calculation

Encompasses all that can be measured, rationed

Conjugation

Encourages not creativity but regurgitation

Grammar 

Frames all creativity, takes out the flavor

Education general

Suggests a learning style that is "normal"

Education special

Suggests a learning style, not "normal" but individual

Inclusion

A nice idea, but (in practice) so often a delusion

Students in 116B

"My" students, a tremendous gift to me

Knowledge

In 116B, is acquisition of social skills, self-advocacy, justice

Knowledge

In 116B, is character development, friendship, civic duty

Knowledge

In 116B, is sexual development and concrete lessons

Knowledge

In 116B, is proper staff and student interaction, privacy

Knowledge

In 116B, means more than school walls generally surround

Knowledge

In 116B is love, self-advocacy, trust, friendship all around

I could use so many nouns, verbs, adverbs, and adjectives; all manner of spelled out and printed verbiage, that I may know, to stretch this bit of words into a two hundred count. I assume that many may consider it a bit of cheating on my part, concerning the requirement of this challenge. However, I truly could not pass up a bit of personal philosophy on it.

Knowledge is just a simple cup. It can be held by a pauper or a king. It can be fashioned by any craftsman to hold much or to hold little. It can be roughly painted with no need to disguise its intended use and function or decorated with jewels, precious and semi-precious stones to be appealing, perhaps even deceiving to those who look on it. Still, like a cup, it is meant to be a tool; a most useful tool to be sure. Without such a vessel, would I not 'cup' my hand to scoop up sweet refreshing water to my thirsty mouth?

It's not so much, this "cup" called knowledge as what it holds; wisdom to life, conversely - foolishness to death. So then The few words I first wanted to convey

To quote Albert Einstein,

“Any fool can know. The point is to understand.”

"Knowledge is power."

Well, in a way, sure.

But knowledge is so much more than just "power".

Knowledge is chaos.

Time. Space. Light. All things we wish we knew everything on. 

Such simple words with impossibly complex explanations.

Generations. Decades. Centuries. All spent trying to figure out the simplest of things.

And for all this time, we still only know the surface amount.

That's knowledge.

It's vast beyond your wildest dreams.

This is why we shouldn't deal with black holes and time travel.

Hitler is dead now. No need to go back and kill him. It only brings eradication and loss.

It only brings fuckery to the very world we live today.

"The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge."

But, really, our entire exitance is an illusion of knowledge. Everything we think we know is an illusion of knowledge. Life itself is an illusion of knowledge.

Knowledge is an illusion all of itself.

To seek knowledge is to seek devastation. To seek knowledge is to seek lies. To seek knowledge is to seek horror. 

It has been said that you can never be too knowledgeable. But that would be a lie.

"Knowledge is the food of the soul."

If this is true, how have we not all starved?