Archive for June, 2019

Charles Keating i John McCain

This is the team that won history,

apparently,

a disparate gang, united by one commonality:

Greed is good.

Defaming the name of God

and morality,

lunch bag legends, proclaiming:

“the weak, meek and ignorant are always good targets.”

Cold hard cash and phoney credit lies,

dog eat dog, rabid bulls charging,

insatiable hunger,

exploiting the vulnerable, manipulating,

eviscerating,

your grandmother and mine.

… Thieves prosper

in the evil empire.

 

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Lot's Wife

Your “pride and joy”,

your passions and possessions,

alas,

will crumble to ashes.

Don’t look back!

 

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9.24 Pregnant Wm & Girl

It used to be

that seeing and hearing such things

intrigued, stimulated,

inspired me.

Now, instead, they mock

and scorn,

reminding me of things that should have been,

of bloody reality,

and treacheries that broke my heart.

 

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Read, Books, Dream, Fly

It’s OK,

I don’t either…

I don’t feel very heroic today.

So, let’s float…

Together, separately,

as we will.

Imperatives can wait,

go away,

be ignored.

“Revolt!” I say

and

“Leave us in peace.”

 

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Dina

I want to know more,

to learn

and experience

this realm of existence.

Words and meaning,

touch, sensation,

joys, peace,

tranquillity and noise.

I’m intrigued

and I want to be enlightened,

but my head is spinning

and I’m overwhelmed.

Somewhere nearby, a voice is shouting,

distracting, annoying,

and a cuckoo clock loudly calls…

And

I fall down.

The epitome of humanity.

Life on the ground.

 

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USA 2

So,

at airport security,

I refused to take my wristwatch off,

a Swatch, I know and love,

but, alas, the more you bend it

the sooner the strap will crack.

A simple thing, I told them,

an unnecessary futility.

So,

they tore my flight ticket

and took me away,

arrested.

Surely that’s not commensurate.

 

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Pained

This morning,

I read a book, an article or two,

and I learned something

intriguing.

Now, some hours have passed,

work and chores demanded,

my mind bombarded,

banal clutter and noise.

And

I feel dazed.

Only a vague memory remains,

a hazy, untouchable recollection,

that I used to know something

which was intriguing.

… Alas, frustrating,

deadening life.

 

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baikal

Hope and *Believe*

in Miracles.

Because, what else do we have to grasp?

Cleopatra’s asp and fear?

No! … Despair sucks us down.

I know it’s so,

as pain persists,

but, if and when you can,

resist.

And believe in *some* kind of miracle,

a possibility,

whatever your mind’s eye can muster.

Look beyond the horizon:

see epiphany and bliss.

Then turn inward, friend,

intimate, honest, candid,

and speak to God.

Cry,

speak and listen.

Commune

with

Peace.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Waves On Beach

Like a machine gun, relentless,

they keep coming.

Even things we like

become contemptible

when they’re relentless.

Like

time, Emails,

wave after wave,

endless repeat.

 

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Tolbachik Volcano, Kamchatka, 2012

The world is an amazing place,

full of self-centered assholes.

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you!”

To me, it’s fundamental, the basis of society,

and peaceful coexistence;

to most, alas,

it seems, an optional extra,

in between forgotten Birthday cards

and flatulence.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat