Archive for the ‘Меланхолия’ Category

“All the time in the world…”

Come and gone.

Flag unfurled.

Devushk son…

 

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Waiting,

still waiting,

forlornly,

for the adults to act like adults,

consistently,

rationally,

compassionately.

… Really,

do we ever stop being petty children?

 

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Routines are easy,

routines are hard,

imply discipline

(and cloaked petard!)

… Trash day,

Broken Soul Prospekt.

 

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Yes, things suck, I quite agree,

but it’s hard to imagine it being

any

other

way.

So, let me be…

In relative peace

and comparative security.

…Pseudo-free.

 

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And so you make do with whatever peaceful moment you can grab.

Relax.

No matter how banal.

Sigh.

Alas.

Just wait!

It’s a hell of a way to live:

Waiting for the next catastrophe,

knowing it’s gotta be near.

Knowing your mediocre “idyll” won’t last.

Knowing a complication is coming,

fear, fear, fear!

Half-Life lessons.

 

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Another day,

another pain.

Another week,

another bleak

outlook,

visceral pain,

as you watch your life gurgle away

down a clogged

bathroom drain.

Blood and hair,

existential despair.

 

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What to do when home no longer exists?

Time and place gone

away so distant,

you wonder if it ever really was

actually

home

in reality,

or just another fallacy

in this chamber of crazy mirrors

we call the life and times

of modern wo/man.

 

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Last night’s sex,

tomorrow’s ex.

… Betrayal of sacred act,

sacrilege,

perfidy.

… Intimate enemy.

 

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People do what they think they’re meant to,

survival and betterment,

exploitation is key.

Some lie, many die,

slavery and bondage,

peace merges into war.

Restricted and conscripted

people fight,

convinced in the rightness of ideas,

progress will later condemn as wrong.

Children mourn: they see the stupidity with foresight,

would that they could deviate

but resistance is futile,

coercion rules …

Children are tomorrow’s slaves,

if they are fortunate, Janissaries.

 

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Compromised,

Decimated,

You struggle to speak,

Burevestnik.

 

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