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Death Valley 6

Welcome to Planet Earth,

death lives here.

An empty hole,

where once was soul.

Brittle shell,

gateway to hell.

Welcome to Planet Earth,

so much dearth.

 

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False Dmitry 1 swears allegiance to king Sigismund III Vasa

Teetering, verge of break…

How many false Dmitris can we take?

Sun shines,

rays through glass,

lives and objects fade.

 

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Black Hole

In hindsight,

obviously,

I didn’t foresee

everything.

Opportunities lost,

and the clock keeps ticking,

hands moving,

hope sliding away.

Is it time that’s pernicious,

or people’s expectations?

Especially their selfish manipulations

and violations of others beings.

 

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Rebecca, Big Brother De

In modern liberal democracy

(as much as in oligarchy),

they who control the levers

of the mass media,

control the people.

Hearts, urges, ideas.

 

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Speech Bubble

Well, sure,

everybody likes to talk about themselves,

right?

Well, maybe not everyone,

but if there’s a good chance the listener will reply affirmatively,

with praise and encouragement,

then, even the taciturn are tempted.

Everyone has a story worth telling, after all

(a true cliché forgotten by many),

and everybody likes to be appreciated.

Indeed, everyone needs to be appreciated.

Yes!

So, shut up and listen

to the beautiful silence.

Read and remember me.

Selah.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Kazantip 2013

 

I *found* my virginity

at Kazantip…

Maybe it was sanity,

the noise ringing in my head.

Enlightenment,

and tomorrow’s migraine.

 

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Gołąbki & Potato (mashed)

 

In no particular order…

You say Golubtsy,

I say Gołąbki.

You eat in a café,

I eat out of a jar.

Nevertheless, we talk…

We walk…

You say Europe,

I say Eurasia.

You say Pan-Slavism,

I say parasitism.

You say Australia,

I say Austria.

Very well,

OK,

Let’s get married.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Confronted with an unexpected, inane, remark,

I reply equally stupidly.

Such is dialog,

communication today.

 

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Every day it seems I am giving up another piece of my soul

just to survive, tread water, in this world.

Tomorrow, again, there is less left of my self.

Repulsed, at what society has made me

(not my dream or aspiration!),

I avoid looking in the mirror,

it isn’t difficult,

tomorrow, I will disappear.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

We, the people,

depleted

and defeated,

agree with whatever you say…

Please, just let us go,

sleep,

breathe,

dream…

Please,

just let us be…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat