Досье CXLVII: Desert Tsunami, Hope Becomes Despair…

Wave of futility sweeps over me…

Kalahari iceberg melts,

washes my dreams away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CXLVI: Where There’s Money, There’s Top Level Tennis, And Stadia Devoid Of Spectators…

Sport is a rort, these days.

If you wanna make it work

you have to play the game,

smile ambiguously,

entertain …

TV interview …

… Say the right things, at the right time,

in the appropriate sickly sweet voice,

and you’re in.

… You win!

Alas, shame I don’t speak American…

… Lingua Franca,

and discarded morality…

We dance for Dollars

and cents.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CXLV: In An Ideal World, You Are The Universe…

Shut the doors and windows,

Turn the TV off.

People confuse and distract,

like cataracts.

…

Silence child,

Listen within,

search wisdom,

meditate.

Your destiny awaits!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CXLIV: Something Beautiful (aka Misunderstood) …

Something beautiful,

or at least I thought it was,

and/or wanted it to be.

Now tarnished,

sullied with hurt and pain.

Communication breakdown.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CXLIII: Once Upon A Time, Tomorrow…

It is.

It was.

And it is gone.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CXLII: L’Chaim! Spasiba.

L’Chaim!

Gift of Life,

from God Almighty,

Spasiba.

Yes.

Reflect,

and rejoice

through your inner tears,

you exist! …

Celebrate, the ultimate:

you were born …

Happy Birthday, indeed.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CXL: Way Of Life…

At school

your children are learning about our way of life,

as somebody sees it.

(Way of life?

I scoff!

You think we have a *way* of “life”?)

…

Like brutal Buddhists, perhaps,

who can sentence you to hell on earth

or put you to death

because it is not really the end

(conscience clear),

you will be reborn as a grasshopper.

…

Way of life and death,

endless cycle of impossible,

beyond apprehension,

outside human comprehension.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CXXXIX: Milestones…

Milestones?

Millstones!

Expectations

and flagellations.

Society, others and self drag one under…

… As waves crash on the shore

and life washes away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CXXXVIII: The Mobile Military Wins The War…

Don’t sit, it’s too expensive.

Stand at the café

and walk away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CXXXIII: No Wonder They Lock The Deep Thinkers Away…

Human existence…

Limited resistence.

…

Every now and then you run into a wall,

jaded, wise and cynical,

you realize the futility of it all.

…

Thousands of years of evolution,

one way or another,

for this?

(Poxy pinnacle!)

…

Why do we go on?

(Deluding ourselves with stupid songs…)

…

As a species,

when our primal urges are thwarted,

frustrated,

our lofty ambitions of improvement fail,

banality and futility reign,

and there is no hope,

what,

what is there left to live for?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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