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Fetal Position 1

Awake, I feel the pain, an illness, a vileness inside, it’s all-consuming.

My sole coherent speech is to beseech Jesus. …

My head spins, internal, diabolical swim.

I seek a dark space, a semblance of sensory peace,

before my soul completely dissolves. …

I hold my breath and shut my eyes.

… My only escape: tomorrow.

I hope,

I can dream…

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Mindblowing Pain

Screw today’s news!

We’re still processing, dealing with, and trying to get over

our yesterdays.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Spill

Seconds from being happy,

I spill my coffee …

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Perfidy_ Flowers & Knife

Enemies, and friends,

family members, near and dear,

*will* stab you in back.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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NSK 2016.05.01_ Pos s vami

When *things* seem to lose meaning,

when inversion and perversion become the norm,

when figureheads disgrace themselves,

when one set of money and power fights another,

when the people (the masses, so as to say) are spat-upon pawns…

It’s OK, don’t despair, turn on the TV,

go online, browse Twitter…

There are myriad experts who will tell you what to think,

what to believe, what to know,

self-proclaimed experts who delight in the cacophony of confusion…

No, no, it isn’t true, it’s all delusion:

Elvis, indeed, has left the building.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Unplugged

I’ve seen enough,

experienced too much,

my mind is fucked,

time to unplug.

(To be continued…)

 

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migren

Soon thereafter, however, the feeling fades. A new self-realization gradually and suddenly dawns.

The hit is actually shit.

But then, isn’t everything?

*Fuck this life and its baggage!*

Everything is pain!

(To be continued…)

 

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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)

 

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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?

 

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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