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Red, Glass Shattered, Broken

The inevitability of attempted witty comments

about inevitable events

makes me want to cry.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Chandra Crab

I’ve said it before, or something similar:

To speak is to be misunderstood.

And yet, humanity continues in its futility,

attempting to communicate,

with people either unable or unwilling to understand.

In our conceit, we believe that other people want to know and/or care.

And so we speak. Words. Deep and meaningful. A piece of soul, blowing in the wind. Words. Disappearing, soon to be forgotten, another banality will steal slender attention.

Every word, as a breath lost, given up to a relentless fire …

Gone, ultimately we tire,

oxygen starvation,

silence embrace.

Death. (or is this peace true life?)

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

St Nikolai ROC, Eklutna, Alaska

There’s a certain sadness,

when you realize,

that you’ve missed the boat.

And a different kind of sorrow,

when you acknowledge,

you never actually wanted to be on said boat.

Alas, the futility of life,

as constructed and manipulated

by the system,

things, like “king and country”,

embraced by majority,

cannon fodder, time and again,

wasted,

lives blasphemed,

yesterday’s ardor and reason,

as whispers, long forgotten.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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