bodies, colors, language, feelings
A brief poem about the state of the world. I spent no more than 5 minutes on it so cut me some slack. I'm not one to express political views.
When you pull yourself out of a terribly dark place and you remember the essence of who and what you really are.
A bit more experimental verse.
Recorded audio for this poem. Note: I do not speak Russian so my apologies for the pronunciation.
My own experience on suffering and how it influences my atheism. This is not an arguement from logic but rather my experience. Believers use their personal experiences so I shall as well. This is the most profound suffering I've known. Not to say that others have experienced anything less.
Emergence / Emergency. I wrote a version of this many years ago and found it recently. There were a couple of edits, but not much. It was me, and still is me. A simple idea written in complicated language.
Another poem about a nerdy subject, Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater.