Archive for the ‘Вихрь’ Category

Krichat ot boli (Screaming, noise assualt)

Once the noise is in your head, you’re gone,

infected.

Vibrations linger,

contort into crevices of your being,

your essence,

the evil noise twists and dements,

parasitic, it feeds,

taking away good parts,

filling empty shell with badness.

… “Morning has broken” madness.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Sornyaki

It’s wonderful, I guess,

that she gets a feeling of fulfillment from *that*,

I, alas, don’t.

Yet, I am judged by her standard, her mores.

While I don’t cast any stones, I stand condemned.

Is this fair?

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Fetal Position 1

It starts with a myriad of thoughts,

brain-flooding, torrent of negativity.

Then, all-consuming agony,

radiating from my head

to my everything.

I drift in & out of consciousness,

transitioning into a throbbing nothingness,

where pain overwhelms, totally,

making thought beyond the agony’s essence

impossible.

… This is existence?

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Allan Österlind_ Pied Piper, Hameln

The leaders snap their fingers,

contradictory announcements, issue orders:

everything must change, backwards to “normal”,

tomorrow.

Cacophony.

The people do what they can to follow, obey:

this is democracy.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Broken Window 2

“Traitor!” said the soldier-guard, holding a gun to the prisoner’s head,

following orders,

compliant.

“To what?!” exclaimed the prisoner, defiant;

true to himself, to the bitter end.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Душа, Dusha

I try to be more mindful,

but it seems impossible:

too many distractions and complications

crying out, demanding compromise,

confusion.

I try to be more mindful…

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Tolbachik Volcano, Kamchatka, 2012

Agony manifests

in myriad ways:

life of variety,

such fulfillment,

toxic, deadly.

Endless cycle.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Spektr-3

It’s a bad design. The kind of thing that makes one wish for a simple, old rotary dial phone.

The answering machine. To listen again to the newest message, he has to sift through the old ones. For him, this is a definite stumbling block. Reminders of all those past chances and disappointments, promises and lies. Snippets of voices long-since gone, people who never properly said goodbye.

But the here and now obliges him to dredge through this past, he needs to confirm the number she left.

Wryly he smiles: reminded that the past, given a chance by the present, always threatens the future.

Tonight he will be haunted.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Chasy-slomanniy

It is said: God’s timing is perfect.

Alas, this world and its people are not …

They aspire to contrive, exploit, deprive

each other,

every waking (and sleeping) moment.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

MAGA Devushka

Time and experience …

the longer I live in this world,

the more I realize:

Nowhere is a beacon.

Hope and aspiration lie defeated

at the feet of collective decadence and greed.

Further down the rabbit hole,

humanity falls.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat