Archive for the ‘Власть и страсть’ Category

TP Bushings_ Antoine Repessé

We laud chefs,

yet food passes away.

Words, however, if we have an active brain,

remain, develop, flower.

 

(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

 

 

 

 

 

Nazi Maedchen Suki

Watch documentary:

Middle finger exercise…

Nazis, I despise!

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

USA Flag Bikini 2

I’m not envious of your success,

your riches are an irrelevance,

your existence meaningless.

I hate you

and your ease of being,

nonetheless,

I don’t want your things.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Under siege from every angle,

*they* demand constant fight.

I revolt

by giving up,

moving to another realm…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Calendar, Page Turning

 

How dare you hijack this date,

this number, this connection

and memory of mine.

How dare you impose your filthy,

corrupt blasphemy

on me.

Everyday History.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Anarchist Black Cat

 

You give your all

for a just cause, or ten,

until you are spent.

Kicked in the guts one too many times.

Tarnished, like everything becomes.

… “Too fucked up to care anymore!”

(If only that were true:

problem is, you *do* care,

and it hurts like hell…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat