Dark Days

Another day, dull and suffocating,

where the only thing light

is the rain,

in between

heavy downpours.

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Contradictions,

hard-luck

and compromises.

My soul bleeds.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Reasons For Treason (v1)

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

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Thanksgiving In the Face Of Misery

In retrospect,

I’m glad I wasn’t born

an Ovechkin.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Transitory Connections

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?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Gutful

Sometimes you’ve had too much

(a gutful)

before you’ve even begun.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Respectfully, Complicated & Compromised, I Fall Down

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.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Degraded Relationship

If ever she says:

“I’m proud of you.”

It will be tinged

with the sadness of knowing,

for me,

it is not true.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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So, You Pray…

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

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Good Intentions… Past, Lost, Mocked

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.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Inhale, Exhale… (Implosion… Explosion…!)

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

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