Living Tomb

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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Life Today, Lost Humanity…

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

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Cattle Trough Future? Follow the Leaders!

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

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I Have A Dream (aka: As If!)

The vileness we find ourselves in

demands a reaction,

one way or another.

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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

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Dripping, Seeping…

The tap keeps dripping…

Relentless,

remorseless,

uncaring, it seems,

that with each additional drip,

it is stealing another piece of my life.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Destination Desolation

Inspiration lost,

banality found,

welcome to “the real world”,

life on the ground.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Everyday Compromises and the Voices Inside…

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.

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You convince yourself

(for the sake of sanity and “survival”)

that this living hell

is normal.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Funeral Pyre… Flames Burn Long After Body’s Gone.

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

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Reflection On A Panic Attack

Fuck you and your panic attack!

… The future?

Screw that fear!

Today and yesterday, are and were

bad enough here.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Degraded Relationship

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

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