Archive for April, 2018

“You wanna give me a Birthday present?” annoyed, I reply.

“OK, fine:

nuclear apocalypse,

everyone dead, gone,

but me, left untouched,

alone,

time and space to think and be,

peace!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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A wise person does not ask a wo/man

about age.

Still, you ask.

Dolt!

… I am as old as the mountains

and as young as this morning’s dew.

I have been alive for as long as I can remember …

In the grand scheme of things,

a mere few days.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

My Birthday.

I appreciate the fact of the date,

the anniversary,

I was born on this day,

that’s nice,

significant to me.

Age?

I don’t feel like celebrating

or commiserating that,

it just is,

and it

depends

upon how I feel.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Koniec Gry (Game Over)

 

I remember when

(it seemed)

I had all the time in the world.

All the time in the world,

indeed,

until it ends.

(Childhood, time, the world…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Percolating,

circulating,

festering,

growing.

Good ideas come,

and go.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Man-child reflects,

deflects,

projects:

All the prostitutes I know are actresses,

and

all the actresses I know are prostitutes.

He smiled to himself,

depth considered,

certain

no offence intended.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Yesterday,

a lifetime ago.

Still,

you remind me of all that is

and was

wrong.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

No, I am not collectively responsible.

I am not historically indicted.

Adam was Adam,

Romans, ditto.

I did not,

and will not,

drive any nails into Christ’s flesh.

Indeed, naturally pious,

I am me,

Godly,

by Faith,

Free.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“Waiting for God”:

by which many mean death,

I, however, desire life.

It is intensely human to wait

upon the Divine,

so much seems beyond our power…

life, death,

everything in between

and beyond,

despair, wonders,

miracles, pain,

questions, answers,

peace, blood,

Love.

We’re all waiting for God,

one way or another,

Believer or not,

we are incomplete,

and we all

need

more.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

And so, I withdraw.

However much it hurts me,

it hurts you way more.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat