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Space Junk

Disparate trash, rumor, misinformation,

mind confused,

too much circulating, bombarding, affecting gravitational pulls.

Messed up Earth, addled brains,

human urge to destroy continues in space.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Wm i Mn 2

“It used to be me and you versus the world,” he said,  sighing chagrin.

“Now it seems to be you and the world versus me.”

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Boxing Gloves

Mixed feelings, confusion,

nothing fits properly,

this life we find ourselves in:

Constricting, yet empty,

full of demands,

but always something lacking,

stupid things we pursue,

striving and seeking,

but never finding real meaning,

what we think we need.

Dazed, we continue,

jarringly, we end,

hitting the deck,

unfitting friend.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Ocean, Immense & Bleak

It’s a dangerous thing, so as to speak,

judging people by my own standards,

expecting them to act as I would,

in events and circumstance.

We remain strangers, it would seem,

no universal logic or sense.

Alas, alone in polluted, plastic sea,

humanity floats and drowns.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Okno_ Sunshine

Dark day,

seeing my past and future fade away,

too much sunshine, too much glass,

hope disappears in brightness’ glare.

People betray, voices rip and stab,

darkness consumes,

I slip away.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Clouds (Ruthenium-106 article)

Fitfully, I drift in and out of consciousness.

Grasping for respite in the teeth of agony.

Meaning and reason dissolves

as I see him, briefly,

beautiful as ever, despite betrayal.

Pain overwhelms.

… Is this life,

or a fleeting memory?

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Migren, Headache, Tee, Utro

Sometimes, the more I think,

the less it makes sense,

the more it hurts,

the more impossible “success” seems,

the less everything apparently means.

Now is one such time,

alas, one amongst many.

… Agony, intelligence, angst.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

SpaceX Dragon Crew Demo-2_ DT & Pence 2

A winning blend, they believe,

of capitalism, show business,

and chest-thumping nationalism.

This is the stuff of democracy!

(aka electoral victory)

Suddenly self-reliant, apparently;

oozing hubris, the child leaves.

Goodbye, no need to thank strange other,

former fellow traveler.

“This day is history!” the child sneeringly crows.

In the sense that it is past, yes,

otherwise, no.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Krichat ot boli (Screaming, noise assualt)

Once the noise is in your head, you’re gone,

infected.

Vibrations linger,

contort into crevices of your being,

your essence,

the evil noise twists and dements,

parasitic, it feeds,

taking away good parts,

filling empty shell with badness.

… “Morning has broken” madness.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1096 Metz Pogrom

Sure, they appear bloodthirsty scum,

but investigate their motives

and what became …

And feel sympathy.

Maybe.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat