Despite what the TV Preachers imply,
I don’t know if I can make my miracle fly.
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Sow a seed, if you please:
such harvest you will reap.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Despite what the TV Preachers imply,
I don’t know if I can make my miracle fly.
…
Sow a seed, if you please:
such harvest you will reap.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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She accused me of giving up.
If I could think clearly, here and now,
detaching myself from the pain,
I’d like to remind her:
There’s a difference between giving up
and having no more to give.
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Mercilessly,
life perverted
I have been bled dry.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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If you see advertizing,
please ignore:
it is not my doing.
It is a reflection of society,
an imposition,
an expression of greed
and exploitation.
It is an evil plot to distract you from
the potentiality of enlightenment.
Therefore,
s’il vous plait,
Да, да, Да!
und bitte schön…
tune in and zone out.
Selah.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Holy City,
sullied by humanity,
hate,
avarice and greed.
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In the din of
murderous tumult and turmoil,
they tell me I am home.
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Alas,
in Jerusalem’s sunrise,
Birobidzhan is bliss.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Most days, I try,
I do what I can to get by,
to survive.
There’s an emptiness.
You’re probably the same:
Not where we thought we would be
when we were seventeen.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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I’m closer than you think.
Come,
together let’s sink.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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To the extent that I get out of bed in the morning,
you could say that my misery is self-imposed.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Memories stuck in mind,
words stuck in throat,
on this life I choke.
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I try to explain
the pain,
but no one wants to hear
silence.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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I saw her on TV.
I should feel a connection
but, alas, it’s more pain.
Marginalized I remain.
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She is from my country,
my city indeed,
but, in reality,
she is from another world.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Fat capitalist,
sucking his trademark cigar…
Sculpted piece of shit.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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