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I felt the need,

compelled,

by something beyond words

or “common sense”,

laws, societal reason

or public interests.

Indeed,

this is personal

and,

as such,

it is all important

and inexplicable to others.

Today, I continued breathing.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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1459

With cynical pessimism,

pervading futility

and innate despair,

I embark on each new day…

Gloomily.

Reluctantly.

Somehow, however,

deep within, I feel,

miraculously,

things, ultimately,

will be okay.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

baikal

Hope and *Believe*

in Miracles.

Because, what else do we have to grasp?

Cleopatra’s asp and fear?

No! … Despair sucks us down.

I know it’s so,

as pain persists,

but, if and when you can,

resist.

And believe in *some* kind of miracle,

a possibility,

whatever your mind’s eye can muster.

Look beyond the horizon:

see epiphany and bliss.

Then turn inward, friend,

intimate, honest, candid,

and speak to God.

Cry,

speak and listen.

Commune

with

Peace.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Nuclear Depth Bomb - USS Agerholm, 1962

Close, or

from a distance,

it’s hard to tell the difference.

Beginning or end,

enemy or friend.

Give it up,

pretense and defense,

succumb to inevitable,

depravity of senses,

depth charge

and obliteration.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Drinking in Public, 1751

Gradually I feel my head getting cloudy.

I take another sip.

Dizzy, I sway.

Some would say I’m getting more and more

fucked up.

But in this state, I realize, there is clarity.

Less and less, your bullshit has effect.

More and more, I am me.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Night Sky, Stars

Late, so late, yes,

but I enjoy the peace, the freedom,

being alone, in dark surrounds.

Tomorrow can wait.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

653-06534194

Your potential is great…

But everything conspires to suffocate:

time, people, place,

all manipulate and violate.

(fuck them and the devil!)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

kot, tv, vvp

Hey, baby, it’s all right.

Whatever it takes

for you to get through the night.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

yekaterina katnikova

Serendipitously I slide

into the sweet visage…

Forgetting that which may have been;

imagining what could be…

Hurtling out of

and in to

control.

Screw probability,

maybe

this is where I’m meant to be.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Akimbo,

defiant, I try,

to take a stand against limbo.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat