Archive for February, 2018

Not here,

and nowhere near…

You want to find happiness?

You must live long enough

to have a chance!

Yes, indeed,

the thing is,

the key:

you need

to live a long life.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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In the banality

lies hidden

a certain kind of morality.

You hope.

An honor code.

But, betrayed so much,

you are tired of giving people

the benefit of the doubt.

… What hope?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I’ve had it with futility.

I despair,

sinking,

in a quagmire of unfair,

selfcentered,

exploitative,

selfishness.

People who do bad

and get good.

Everywhere!

Unspoken social contract,

rule number one:

Society rewards scum.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Stopping the rot,

like the longest journey,

starts with a single step.

Yes,

but does it ever end?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

There’s always tomorrow,

until there isn’t,

one way or another,

but, still,

and moving,

however jarring,

even if blown away,

there’s always yesterday.

Rejoice!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Lenin’s falling

and so am I,

toppled, crushed and pounded.

The gravity of imposed

democracy

is oppressive.

… The people on the bus with me,

I must add,

alas,

they

are trash!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

The poetry

real,

even when translated by a soul-less machine,

retains something, beyond time and place

(as if nourished by a Spirit from on High),

it speaks softly and strong,

rhythmically and long,

it lives on

in every reader

who listens

to the voice within.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

In the news today…

And forgotten tomorrow…

Everyone’s moving on…

Pain & suffering, refreshed,

anew,

a different face,

some other place.

Your blood is dried, gone.

No more tears are cried, for you.

For You…

You are expunged,

expelled,

deleted,

from the collective memory.

You are washed out.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“My history is way more interesting than your present

or your future could hope to be,”

the old woman smiled,

satisfied.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Reading about (some) Romanovs

(sometimes) makes me sad.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat