Archive for August, 2019

Black Hole

Downward spiraling,

I crave substantial something…

Emptiness constant.

 

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Потеря

Before my eyes

the path disintegrates.

Opportunities lost,

or never had?

… Living dream.

Is this the end,

the beginning,

or something in between?

 

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Europa_ 1979.07.09, Voyager 2 (b)

Pain and suffering,

apparently constant,

inescapable,

in this fallen world.

Like a noble truth,

only relief comes

through delusion,

intoxication of senses…

Alas, temporal.

Tonight’s belief, conviction,

tomorrow’s confusion…

(How long can we fight the pain?

How long can we live this life?)

… Regardless,

the oxymorons

of existence in this realm,

sooner or later,

will smack us in the face,

smart,

surprise and “delight”,

burning ice.

 

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Vremya

Ages forgotten,

future melts into present,

immemorial.

 

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Capture

Some call it an honor killing,

some a stoning,

in reality, it’s a brutal bludgeoning.

Grotesque, mob “justice”, murderous.

It’s been, and is, happening,

on so many levels,

to so many victims,

like acid attacks,

a holocaust,

the ultimate in toxic.

Meanwhile, a privileged young European woman

sails the ocean on a yacht,

spreading her message,

spreading her fame:

climate change emergency.

… Alas, humanity’s emergency,

swept under carpet,

troubles me more.

 

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Broken 3

I do, but I don’t.

I will, but I won’t.

Conflicted and afflicted,

do you think I like being this way?

 

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3D Glasses

Everybody is somebody.

Everybody is expected to be somebody.

Everybody expects you to be somebody.

Same.

Similar.

Different.

Fine line:

recognition,

detection,

rejection.

Detention.

 

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Kz, TV

You call it garbage.

Perhaps,

yet,

somehow it feeds me

something I need.

Nourishment,

satisfying and gratifying

primal urges,

like Sunflower seed purges.

Base reasons for living.

 

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8.10 Digitized Sky Survey

Yes, eager to do,

but cogs are sticking like glue.

Best intentions screwed.

 

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Wm i Mn 2

He whispers sweet somethings in my ear.

I smile, aware that I’m dreaming.

Gutted inside and mind,

waiting for the next stab in the back.

 

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