Archive for April, 2019

Humanist Funeral

So, you believe in something:

something undefined

beyond the mundane,

as you say.   …

So, you believe in something,

you just don’t know what.   …

Wow. How superficially deep,

noncommittal,

and

improbable.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Son

Is this some kind of realization,

a real-life manifestation

of a dream come true?

If so,

I want to go back to sleep.

 

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Mirny

Emptiness,

when you realize you’re all alone in this world.

Vulnerable,

despite your best endeavours

to make connections.

Loneliness,

when you need someone to help,

but no reply, no hand to caress.

All that remains is an

empty hole,

a laxative for the soul.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

9.16 Malevich_ Black Square, 1913

So, you pray.

In all good & honest, believing

Faith,

you pray.

And still, yet more decay,

another set of problems, every day

emergencies.

So, you turn to people,

neighbors, friends,

you ask for help,

and silence.

People are busy with their own issues,

apparently, and dead to your needs.

Alas, you are all alone in this world,

stinging sensation,

on realization,

nauseous emptiness.

So, you pray again,

some kind of hope in your heart,

a glimmer of warmth,

you try to find,

it’s either that or suicide.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

A ferris wheel and a carousel are abando

1,2,3.

Evidence, they say, of young lunar volcanism

and concentrations of radioactive elements.

Sometimes it’s nice to speculate…

Though Spring-time relative warmth

makes some people crazy…

Still,

still of night,

peacefully we were looking at the sky,

wondering.

Our friend.

123.

Nigh is end.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Pacific (Tikhiy)

Allison Guyot?

A beautiful sounding name,

Pacific Ocean bliss,

I want to go,

metaphysical

holiday.

 

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Rebecca, Big Brother De

In modern liberal democracy

(as much as in oligarchy),

they who control the levers

of the mass media,

control the people.

Hearts, urges, ideas.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Vremya

There is no is,

only was.

Can we ever really grasp the immediate,

the fleeting present?

No, the brain doesn’t work that fast.

We need to process.

All is past.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Wonder Wm chloroformed & kidnapped

They called it a breakdown.

I call it an epiphany,

a realization of futility.

My eyes are wide open.

How I wish I could sleep again!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Foto Album 1

My life, my memories, my agonies.

All things past, today seem farce.

Flashbacks,

yesterday’s gladness,

now sadness.

Pain and betrayal cast a shadow over all…

I regret every wasted effort,

every unprotected breath.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat