Archive for the ‘Надежда’ Category

“It’s OK,”

idiotically, we say,

“I’m used to people lying.”

Each and every day.

The scumbags seem to have won.

They see us as doormats.

The costs go up.

We are screwed.

More and more.

Compressed,

pressed,

depressed.

Something’s got to give.

Rusty spring’s hurting.

Come, the breaking point!

Anger and system uncoil,

selfishness overturn.

Come, the revolution!

Oppressors,

neighbors,

speculators,

managers

flee!

Then,

perchance,

liberty can breathe.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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Picasso’s mournful feeling,

his despair,

was deepest in the mornings –

he found it hard to get up before Noon.

What reason for living,

if he,

perceptive artist,

sees thus?

Salvation in the afternoon?

One can hope.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“You wanna give me a Birthday present?” annoyed, I reply.

“OK, fine:

nuclear apocalypse,

everyone dead, gone,

but me, left untouched,

alone,

time and space to think and be,

peace!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

No, I am not collectively responsible.

I am not historically indicted.

Adam was Adam,

Romans, ditto.

I did not,

and will not,

drive any nails into Christ’s flesh.

Indeed, naturally pious,

I am me,

Godly,

by Faith,

Free.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“Waiting for God”:

by which many mean death,

I, however, desire life.

It is intensely human to wait

upon the Divine,

so much seems beyond our power…

life, death,

everything in between

and beyond,

despair, wonders,

miracles, pain,

questions, answers,

peace, blood,

Love.

We’re all waiting for God,

one way or another,

Believer or not,

we are incomplete,

and we all

need

more.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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And yet, despite all the shit

and everyday scum,

I believe in miracles.

By Christ Jesus,

I overcome!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

O Dedushka!

Happy memories

tarnished by what came next,

trashed by other people.

… Nonetheless,

tomorrow,

novaya nadezhda,

we will rise,

re-energized,

and they will be forgotten.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat