Poems from puffin
I'm a very busy physics major who writes "poetry" sometimes. I'm really into dadaism and the artistic revolution of the 1960s, and, cringey though it may sound, I think there should be a revival of that movement, which may be why I stick around here sometimes. It may be worth mentioning that I'm an atheist; I appreciate your religious sentiment, but all you'll get back from me is humanly good will.
Passion, music, worldly delight;
Ecstatic, they celebrate all night.
For at dawn, there are sacrifices;
Pleasures to be spurned as vices....
I have this ideal,
This unattainable goal;
If I could make it real,
I'd finally feel whole.
These times alone I enjoy,
I mean no deceit....
I cannot stand this abuse;
I cannot be a bystander.
It doesn't take a genius to deduce
That you're worth more than this slander.
You are...
We're connected, all of us,
From Hawking to Epicurus.
See those volumes sitting on the bookcase?
Each author offers warm intellectual...
Odd sounds, cracks, and aches.
It's maddening. I'm drenched in disgust
With the feeling of blood in my veins,
Like oil in a car beginning...