Глава 1944: Progress?

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.

 

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Глава 1937: Holiday Gift

Another day,

another “holiday”,

another political, money-making opportunity.

Somebody gains

from flowers and captivity.

… Cynicism reigns.

 

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Глава 1915: Another Day, Another Set Of Hurdles (aka: Why Won’t They Let Me Be?)

Hurdles:

Barriers imposed to slow,

or prevent our progress.

… After a while, even the strongest will fall …

Neverending obstacles, take a toll.

How many hurdles can we take

before we break?

 

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Глава 1910: A Treatise On Bitterness

The neighbors take great delight in broadcasting

the progression of their happiness,

their version of fulfillment,

for everyone to see.

… “Aren’t they doing well?” … “Good for them!” …

Ostentatious scum!

The sweetness of their hollow success is magnified by my sad bitterness.

 

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Chapter 161: Bez Zaglaviya

Lies, damned lies, baloney and innuendo…

Regardless, shit sticks, as they say in the classics,

or is it just me, spinning my wheels.

… O’ futility!

(Is this my lot?)

 

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Chapter 147: Floods Here, Droughts & Fire There (aka: “What A Wonderful World”)

As rain continues to falls in torrents

and my faith disintegrates,

negative acceptance gives

a slither of grim comfort:

he hates us

and wants us to suffer.

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And then what?

It’s not as if I can rely on nature or humanity.

 

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Chapter 135: Another…

Another year, another problem

or ten, all at once.

Another day,

another construct to negotiate,

another thing to complicate and violate

my soul,

seeming, disintegrating hole.

Another morning,

another voice in my head,

confusing and accusing,

intruding, condemning.

(Internal, external,

screws tightening!)

Another storm wind blowing,

another drought,

another rain deluge in the wrong place.

Another tragedy, another strife,

another agony, another injustice,

another smothering of life.

Tired, so drained,

I’m ready to give up,

as

another countless baby is born.

 

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Chapter 134: How Sad

She obsesses over how the female body is portrayed,

she’s a mother, she worries about her daughters.

“Television,” the Producer says definitively,

“Should be a reflection of real life.”

… Really? I ask,

Who would watch that?

… Or, conversely, if TV does reflect “real life”,

what a *really* messed up world we live in!

Either way: how sad.

 

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Chapter 115: No Condemnation?

Preacher’s preaching a message the people like, it suits the mood of the times, indeed, everybody wants to move beyond condemnation and guilt.

I feel it. I get it. I understand it. Grace and forgiveness, the Love of God manifest, a new Covenant. Yes!

And yet, strongly within, experience and wisdom are speaking to me, over-riding the emotion.

Then, Preacher cites the example of no speed limit on German Autobahns. And it’s over for me.

(Americans and their obsession with liberty!)

I shout at the TV: “And they used to have free-season on Jews too! But that doesn’t make it right!”

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Wisdom speaks to me, it’s innate and overwhelming, the world would be a better place if actually more people were aware of and compelled by feelings of condemnation and guilt. They might actually stop being so self-centered and act in the common good, considering others, abiding by the “Golden Rule”.

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This is my angst-ridden seasonal and timeless message.

Take it as you will.

 

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Chapter 113: Haiku, Awaiting

Lighthearted haiku,

to raise and improve my mood:

Yes, I’m still waiting …

 

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