Archive for the ‘Время!’ Category

Time marches on mercilessly,

cliché but true;

how stupid we humans are,

to subscribe,

to all the worst aspects therein.

 

(To be continued…)

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Temporality,

bane of kings and presidents,

craving permanence.

 

(To be continued…)

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It’s not so much time, as we feel it (relentless!),

that’s our enemy; rather it’s our expectations,

inbred imperatives, for “making the most of time”.

… Time is a measurement …

We are taught to value comparison and competition,

where there need be none.

… We exist in the midst of natural processes.

 

(To be continued…)

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Time moves on;

but does it matter, if,

frozen in pain, we stay still?

 

(To be continued…)

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In reversal of childhood times,

when things could never come soon enough,

I increasingly find myself wishing that they didn’t.

 

(To be continued…)

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It was a good day,

now that it’s faded away;

surviving, we breathe.

 

(To be continued…)

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Time in itself, does not demand. It is indifferent to us, our needs and wants.

But we, from birth, taught to feel an imperative, demand everything of time and, in turn, place ourselves, individual and collective, in great bondage.

 

(To be continued…)

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So, I sat, and thought about the future.

And, after careful consideration, I decided

I don’t want to do that again.

 

(To be continued…)

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Prim Clock, Alarm, Cz (Blau)

I’d willingly do “everything”,

if only there was time,

and lack of negative consequences.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Die Unehelichen 2

So I fall behind “normality”.

It’s OK, I’ll crawl back,

a modicum of mediocrity

is all I need to muster

(if I can stomach it).

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

TASS, Moskva, 1978

People demand the job be done ASAP,

time is money, they say,

but sometimes, the time just isn’t right,

and some things shouldn’t be rushed,

regardless.

… Take a lesson from yesterday,

unless you want tomorrow’s garbage today.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Cuckoo Clock, Crooked, Kucku

Time marches on,

relentlessly, mercilessly, mockingly.

Time evaporates,

desecrates, eviscerates, obliterates.

Hope, gone.

Resistance, futile.

Tomorrow, die, or do it all again.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Petrarch & Laura's First Meet (Marie Spartali Stillman)

She asked if I still played cards.

Alas, not since Red Berlin turned Brown, I replied.

So much, then and since, lost meaning.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Dzhentileski_ Melankholiya

*I*, am struggling with today.

*They*, are talking about tomorrow, excited and relishing prospects.

I want to forget anything beyond the past.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Broken 3

Hopefully, by the time you read this

it is no longer contemporaneous;

the feeling, I pray, has passed,

and despairing misery

has become differently.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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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…)

       

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Man-child acts like a teenager, he explains,

because he didn’t get to be one when he was one.

Life on Earth,

misplaced time,

and everlasting brief.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Temporality passes,

by definition they imply,

but this denies the pain

that seems everlasting.

This “thing” passes?

Maybe, but as far as I remember,

it’s all I’ve ever known.

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat