Глава 2200: Let Him Without Sin Cast the First Stone…

No truly dirty secrets?

Maybe.

But everybody’s got things

they’d rather others didn’t see.

 

(To be continued…)

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Глава 2064: Innocence Answers an Obscurant Accuser

Innocent!

Do you really believe we’re born evil?

I truly feel innocent,

albeit perverted by society.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Глава 1939: Whirlwind Idyll

Whirlwind idyll.

Incongruous, cacophony,

somehow melodic and fitting,

it soothes my transplanted soul

(suppressing feelings of being but not belonging).

Tonight I surrender to the pulsating release,

and sing: “Lemberg, L’vov, L’viv,

let’s get married!”

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Bitter. Sweet. Somethings.

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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Inauspicious Misunderstandings

Knock on door,

I answer.

Smiling and ardent,

he hands me a bottle of Vodka

(it might as well be Boyaryshnik,

or arsenic!),

and 12

Yellow

Roses.

The door closes itself,

I walk away.

… Hazy dream waking.

 

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You Try, Life Sucks, You Die. (Possibilities Lost…)

 

You try to do the “right thing”

and each day you die a little more.

Fallen world.

 

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Досье CXVIII: MAD?… Madam I’m Adam… & Eva

Mutually Assured Destruction.

Perversely, it’s a beautiful thing.

Sorting the elemental from the superfluous.

And I am glad I made a stand,

rejecting the temporal,

even though it meant pillory,

exclusion

and prison.

After all…

what good is your big house,

your refrigerator, your 200cm TV,

your child, or life insurance policy,

when an ICBM hits your city?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CXI: Do I Believe In People?

Woe is me,

Woe is you,

Woe is us…

Screeching fuss.

The human condition.

Heal me physician!

(As if!)

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You seek help.

Placebo today,

Butcher tomorrow.

Vanity of vanities,

Perpetual insanity.

… Humanist?

What hope?

Together, all alone, we die.

 

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Досье XCVII: Everything is Kompromat.

Every thought you think.

Every urge you indulge and/or struggle against.

(… Resist!)

Every order you obey.

Everything you say.

Every word you read and/or hear,

affecting, …

infecting your perspective.

Constant barrage,

constantly compromised.

Trust no one.

Your time will come.

Kompromat.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье LXXIX: Deeper Than The Kola Superdeep Borehole?

Is there any depth to your depravity,

your violation of humanity?

Does it have an end, a meaning, a reason?

Or is it innate, shallow, banal,

everyday, personal treason?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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