Love forced by
creation of the most realistic fake inner world which is for most «unlucky» people less traveled by
brain’s outstanding evolution as a host
feelings
hormones
urge for sex or roast
need for continuation of the species
nature.
It, Us
really beats.
But we are sure
we are mature. Inevitably,
I continue one and a half year
Later. Oh Earth I have misjudged you.
Oh grain of sand. You and I are blown by the wind of change. The wind of time.
The wind of intelligent design. Winter 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now, come on! philosophy? Well well well. This is by far your best so far. Not perfect, but work will put your choice of wording and other details in place. Nice job here. Now you got me thirsty, brother, thirsty for your poetry.