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Fetal Position 1

Overcome by agony…

I drift into unconsciousness,

it’s a brief respite.

… Fitfully, feverishly I exist …

Alas, when I come to,

the pain is even worse.

(Living tomb)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Ocean, Immense & Bleak

I’m drowning.

Seriously,

it’s taking all my effort to tread water,

to survive.

And you, my loved one,

are more concerned about $1.30,

a triviality.

This is what it means to be human?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Aut Cowbells

A million things, I’d like to say,

to make the world a better place.

… But no one’s listening …

It’s the businessmen, politicians,

bureaucrats, celebrities,

“royalties”,

and media Mafiosi

who get all the attention.

In short, it’s the people

who want to keep you down

and rob you blind,

keep you deluded and complicated,

these are the people who speak,

are heard,

understood,

and obeyed.

Today, it is decided: no more plastic bottles!

Tomorrow, you will drink from a cattle trough,

with a bell around your neck.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

The Worship of Mammon

The vileness we find ourselves in

demands a reaction,

one way or another.

Everything is unfair

and the pain seem inescapable.

Treacherous solar winds radiate,

burning, searing,

bodies and minds.

People instinctively lie,

complicate,

and violate,

cloaking it in “progressive” vibes,

stroking egos and fatty tissue…

(In reality they don’t give a shit,

but they want to appear “legit”;

hollow scum, festering liberal cankers!)

If I could,

I would sleep like a child,

10, 12 hours,

and expect everything better

in morning rising.

(*As if!*)

For people to be genuine…

That is my dream.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Drpping Tap (RTL.Au)

The tap keeps dripping…

Relentless,

remorseless,

uncaring, it seems,

that with each additional drip,

it is stealing another piece of my life.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Tumbleweed, Desert

Inspiration lost,

banality found,

welcome to “the real world”,

life on the ground.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Stressed

Questions

for which there are no good answers…

Everyday compromises…

You try to quiet the voices in your mind,

your soul,

they are pleading for something higher.

You convince yourself

(for the sake of sanity and “survival”)

that this living hell

is normal.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Forest Fire

The death of a loved one,

so traumatic, I’ll never forget,

and always regret,

the torrent

of destruction that followed.

Unholy purgatory,

minions of hell,

perverted concepts of revenge.

All so unnecessary,

curse and theft,

it breaks my heart

perpetually.

Life amongst the living dead,

alas, selfish,

perfidious clan.

Goodbye.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Headache, Drinking Tea, Utro_

Fuck you and your panic attack!

… The future?

Screw that fear!

Today and yesterday, are and were

bad enough here.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

testing-teeth-in-an-islamic-slave-market

If ever she says:

“I’m proud of you.”

It will be tinged

with the sadness of knowing,

for me,

it is not true.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat