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1.19 (2020) a

Life, I’m told,

gets progressively worse.

The longer we live, it seems,

the more pain we experience.

Perhaps, hopefully,

there are moments of peace and happiness mixed in,

but is the dispersal of such equal among everyone?

Alas, obviously not.

… Evolution of the species.

Wishing better for Epiphany.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Doza alkogolia (Veltins)

Please do not condemn the quiet one,

they might seem morose,

look unkempt, rough…

Forgive them if they do not reply to your words,

in their sensitivity, they are repulsed by babble

and trivialities,

their minds are already full of conversation,

words and hurt…

They are thinking, it’s a compulsion,

feel pity for them.

If they look longingly at a bottle, do not criticize,

they are doing what they can

to survive.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Pivo, Escape, Sleep

Pain overcomes brain.

Need relief, need to escape,

or obliterate.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Dina

I want to know more,

to learn

and experience

this realm of existence.

Words and meaning,

touch, sensation,

joys, peace,

tranquillity and noise.

I’m intrigued

and I want to be enlightened,

but my head is spinning

and I’m overwhelmed.

Somewhere nearby, a voice is shouting,

distracting, annoying,

and a cuckoo clock loudly calls…

And

I fall down.

The epitome of humanity.

Life on the ground.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

9.16 Malevich_ Black Square, 1913

So, you pray.

In all good & honest, believing

Faith,

you pray.

And still, yet more decay,

another set of problems, every day

emergencies.

So, you turn to people,

neighbors, friends,

you ask for help,

and silence.

People are busy with their own issues,

apparently, and dead to your needs.

Alas, you are all alone in this world,

stinging sensation,

on realization,

nauseous emptiness.

So, you pray again,

some kind of hope in your heart,

a glimmer of warmth,

you try to find,

it’s either that or suicide.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Moskovskiy Park Pobedy

The best prayers,

I believe,

are ardent fragments.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat