Archive for the ‘бесполезность’ Category

Volcanic Mud

This life, like a diabolical futility treadmill,

going nowhere but round and round,

always more shit to keep us “grounded”,

“knowing our place”,

stuck in quicksand.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Pioneer Plaque Humans

To speak, is to be misunderstood,

more or less, by somebody,

family, friend, enemy,

every day.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Vikhr 2

Misunderstood and unappreciated.

I try to explain my reasoning and motives,

yet again.

Futility intrinsic,

agonizing perpetuity.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Towel Thrown In, Boxing Ring

Tired of life,

it shows on his face.

Where once was joy and hope,

now not a trace.

Efforts to progress spat upon,

time and toil,

disappointment, betrayal,

all takes a toll.

(For this he was born?)

A world of hurt and pain,

exploitation and compromise,

where nothing is real or pure,

and everything is lies.

Futility and despair,

soul broken beyond repair.

Everything good has faded,

the future is oblivion,

welcome to jaded.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Nyurnbergskaya Khronika_ Edit Sol'

Lies, damned lies, baloney and innuendo…

Regardless, shit sticks, as they say in the classics,

or is it just me, spinning my wheels.

… O’ futility!

(Is this my lot?)

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Hamster Wheel 1

We try and we strive,

to push past futility:

always more demands.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Natalya Guseva

My visitor from the future,

alas,

has become a ghost from the past.

Men, women, systems,

self-interest, manipulations and power plays,

what chance does our idealism ever stand?

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Mirny

Every day: progress,

yes!

The hole gets bigger, deeper.

Problems, imposed and happenstance,

pile up, front, center, side,

more and more to do

each new tomorrow,

hope and decimation.

Progress,

yes,

reasons to keep breathing.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Vremya

Boss fumes, telling me she needs this thing done *yesterday*!

But, it’s already tomorrow in Australia …

So, what chance, what hope?

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Plyaska Smerti 1

We survived the great trauma.

Apparently, that was our big mistake.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat