Archive for July, 2018

 

Broken 3

 

Tired of life,

tired of strife,

self-centered people,

havoc, greed.

… Imbalance,

degradation,

despair …

Need relief,

peace,

love,

care.

Forlorn,

best hope

sleep.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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“Are you OK?”

I’m still half-asleep, tired, confused, somewhat dazed,

strange and negative thoughts filling my head.

I’ll be OK once I wake fully.

Or, actually,

enormity and shit of reality (in full focus),

I’ll be worse.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“There now, isn’t that better?

We have the TV to distract us.

So much better than listening

to the sound of our own heartbeats

and contemplating the futility

of society and existence…”

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Too confused to think straight,

too many reasons to avoid logic

and reason,

bombarded,

constant, personal treason.

Yes, *they* want us this way,

softened and deluded,

problem is, we seem to want this too,

apparently we choose

constant noise,

cacophony, confusion,

TV adverts and news,

filling the empty hollows

of our souls.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Your life, your circumstance,

it could be worse.

You could be a Walrus,

crushed.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

When I think ill of Chinese avarice,

mercantilist spirit,

capitalist tendency,

the will to gain…

I try to remember the One Child Policy,

and, wow,

humbled I remain.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

In an ideal world…

Selfish, overly human religions will die,

buried like Pharaohs with all their wealth,

cats and servants.

Those beliefs and convictions which aspire

beyond the self-centered,

selah,

will live and endure.

(We can hope!)

And the world we be a better place.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Confronted with an unexpected, inane, remark,

I reply equally stupidly.

Such is dialog,

communication today.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Yesterday, I had something to look forward to.

It was a pleasant feeling,

happy expectation,

hope.

Alas,

it was a delusion.

Correction:

Yesterday, I thought I had something to look forward to.

Today, I know reality.

My heart aches.

My soul breaks.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Letters in Vortex

 

I read the letter, received.

To me it feels both hollow & surreal,

meaningless & meaningful.

It stirs up old emotions & new,

drains me

and fills me with dread.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat