Archive for the ‘Мысли на ночь’ Category

Broken 3

Hopefully, by the time you read this

it is no longer contemporaneous;

the feeling, I pray, has passed,

and despairing misery

has become differently.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Nuremberg Chronicle_ Danse Macabre 2

Stay home, buy a box-set,

watch other people dance.

Go online, buy a bigger TV,

so long as there are deliveries.

Let’s pretend things are normal

and keep the economy ticking!

Death and despair only matter, apparently,

when dollars and cents.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1349 a

All the progress in the world,

laid low by a “primitive” life-form,

Virus.

Hubris and gimmicks, smart-phones and 5G,

futility, filth, shit and piss.

Distractions?

Death, despair and chaos reign,

as in 1349.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Plyaska Smerti 1

Gimmicks and flashing lights,

distractions from life,

the essential.

Advertising and capitalism:

strange dreams implanted,

exploitation, manipulation,

dumbing-down,

constant delusions, lies,

sucking you dry,

making you demented

and infected.

Virus!

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Despair_ Devushka. Alone in Rain. Sea (or Flood)

They fill your head with panic, misinformation,

rumors,

they’ve got you where they want you:

confused.

Afraid and desperate, many will do,

exactly what *they* want them to … …

(Is this the end of the world as we know it?)

… Meanwhile another storm batters,

howling winds, pouring rain:

tomorrow floods and more destruction,

ushering in,

they’re welcoming,

martial law.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

L'vov_

Whirlwind idyll.

Incongruous, cacophony,

somehow melodic and fitting,

it soothes my transplanted soul

(suppressing feelings of being but not belonging).

Tonight I surrender to the pulsating release,

and sing: “Lemberg, L’vov, L’viv,

let’s get married!”

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

3D Glasses

Writing’s on the wall,

or maybe it’s in your mind…

(isn’t everything?)

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Dead Flowers (2)

Another day,

another “holiday”,

another political, money-making opportunity.

Somebody gains

from flowers and captivity.

… Cynicism reigns.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Rosa Canina (Belg)

If the critic is looking for another description of a flower,

s/he will not get that from me.

The world and the people do not need another description of a flower

(go outside and look for yourself: sometime, somewhere, something will be growing near you – whether moss or wild rosa).

Instead,

we need to think,

to explore the heart of darkness,

to treat each other with kindness.

We need enlightenment.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Space Junk

Random acts of kindness,

unreciprocated,

fester inside,

turn to bitterness.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat