Archive for the ‘Печали’ Category

Vremya

Wonderful, beautiful ideas,

I am driven to think, explore.

Strands enticing in myriad directions,

intriguing …

But life and time intrude,

like a neighbor’s chainsaw,

“reality”, hah,

the night is bleeding away.

Ultimate frustration, desperation,

despair,

I’m all too aware …

Tomorrow’s clock is ticking.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Mormon Tabernacle Choir 2

My neighbor’s a self-centered asshole

(he’s not the only one).

Of course, there’s a story there,

a reason for the meanness,

but I don’t want to know it.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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v2

So many thoughts,

so many ideas,

insights, realizations,

paths to

enlightenment.

So many voices outside

and in,

clamoring,

trying,

vying,

to make me blind.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Pied Piper

When the idiots tire of hearing their own voices,

clanging, hollow noises,

peace and wisdom will reign.

… Little chance, alas.

Sadly the idiots are the most confident people

and they have risen to the highest positions in our world.

They are our leaders and teachers, our movers and shakers,

our celebrities, our “everything”,

fools and tools, we call them “stars”

and they guide us

further into the abyss.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

 

Horror Movie

I checked into the hotel on Halloween, but really it could have been any night. A guy had already invited me to watch a movie, share the fright.

“Nein, danke. Ich verzichte!”

I made sure to lock the door.

What is it with Americans, Brits, Anglo-Saxons, Celts …

and their addiction to horror?

Don’t they get enough in their everyday lives?

Or is it a perverted fantasy, craving the satisfaction of seeing someone suffering misery, worse than their own?

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Despair_ Devushka. Alone in Rain. Sea (or Flood)

The righteous pay the price

for someone else’s sin.

Experiences mock, torment,

remind,

the things that should have been.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Otto Mueller_ Tänzerin mit Schleier, 1903 v2

Tuesday, I was briefly happy.

In 1875, I was not yet born.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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privichka_grizt_seba

Sometimes the vapidity of humanity,

the stupidity, the futility

of being in this time and space,

strikes you hard,

makes you inert.

… How, this life hurts.

(To be continued…)

 

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Dozhd, Okno

How quickly it fades away,

leaving you with painful memories.

What was, and what is,

transient life.

How much help we need,

and kindness,

how much we don’t get.

Outside and left to own devices,

like a feral cat, first-time mother,

cold, dull, November day.

Life is pain.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Capture

Some call it an honor killing,

some a stoning,

in reality, it’s a brutal bludgeoning.

Grotesque, mob “justice”, murderous.

It’s been, and is, happening,

on so many levels,

to so many victims,

like acid attacks,

a holocaust,

the ultimate in toxic.

Meanwhile, a privileged young European woman

sails the ocean on a yacht,

spreading her message,

spreading her fame:

climate change emergency.

… Alas, humanity’s emergency,

swept under carpet,

troubles me more.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat