Archive for the ‘Печали’ Category

Dozhd, Okno

Another day, dull and suffocating,

where the only thing light

is the rain,

in between

heavy downpours.

Contradictions,

hard-luck

and compromises.

My soul bleeds.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Pinochet & Friends

Nothing seems to motivate people

(and evil)

quite like the prospect of wealth

and power.

Treason against self and collective,

“better angels” left to piss in wind.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1

In retrospect,

I’m glad I wasn’t born

an Ovechkin.

 

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Flower Blows, Hope_

Today’s lover,

tomorrow’s loather,

today’s friend,

tomorrow’s fiend.

Highs and lows,

we move with the blows,

alas,

why is it so?

 

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5.10

Sometimes you’ve had too much

(a gutful)

before you’ve even begun.

 

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Uvy

Every year it gets harder and harder to commemorate

the event,

not because *it* means less to me,

but rather as, the longer I live,

*everything* seems more and more meaningless.

… There is a difference.

 

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testing-teeth-in-an-islamic-slave-market

If ever she says:

“I’m proud of you.”

It will be tinged

with the sadness of knowing,

for me,

it is not true.

 

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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

 

 

 

 

 

Broken 3

Your past, my past,

it’s mocking us, every day,

every way it can;

memories, torment,

futility and pain, slap in face,

cracked leather.

Good intentions violated, screwed,

raped;

today’s future is hollow,

the things that were meant to be

are gone.

 

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Tsar Bomba 2

Because you are you,

and I have no other true ally,

my nuclear lover,

any treachery is magnified infinitely,

to treason, to perfidy,

beyond reason,

and I react

exponentially.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat