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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

 

So,

it’s a dacha garden,

do I care about some weeds?

Yet, the neighbors demand a strange perfection,

I don’t understand,

it’s not like we’re feeding the collective!

(Just who are these people?)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Some people seem to like

the constant struggle

of life in this world.

The ceaseless battle

motivates and stimulates,

providing willpower

to get up each morning.

Other people

are repulsed

and sucked dry

by such futility.

They know they’ll never win

in this corrupt system.

For them,

deep thinkers

and bottom feeders,

life is a kind of death.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Good people you notice

and in their absence miss.

Assholes and shits,

self-centered,

you notice in their return,

curse their existence.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Man-child reflects,

deflects,

projects:

All the prostitutes I know are actresses,

and

all the actresses I know are prostitutes.

He smiled to himself,

depth considered,

certain

no offence intended.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Hoping for inspiration, you look out the window.

You try to focus on the sky

but you’re distracted by the courtyard below.

*Pissant neighbors!*

So close but so far!

Endless circle of misunderstandings,

selfishness

and hate.

The unwritten contract of community

is underwritten by contempt.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Sometimes, overcome with the banality

and futility

of apparently everything,

you lose track of time

and slip from the tenuous grip of reality

(if lucky).

Blessed,

you fall into the sweet embrace of sleep

wherein anything is possible.

Tormented,

you dream negatively

and banally

about your neighbors.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

In theory: yes.

In practice: It depends on others.

In reality: I don’t know.

… Ipso facto,

we will see …

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Что за херня, господа?

Creeping, encompassing

conspiracy.

Your hegemony cloaked in alleged legitimacy…

… seeks and seeps to destroy.

(And, we lament, so tired of being the eternal

misunderstood target)

(Lest you forget

the others

are philosophers)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat