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VR 5G, Nokia Ozo

Escape, connect, or both?

Tomorrow, they imply, we can have everything,

virtually!

Modern times, expensive toys,

gimmicks, delusions, ploys,

your lack of imagination is a plus,

as they foster the illusion of choice,

*someone* is pressing our buttons.

… This does not augur well.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Surok, 1987

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.

And then what?

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

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

JF Bazille, Étude de nu

Misspoken, or misunderstood.

Your language, or mine,

all words matter, depending on how they’re taken.

Standing with phrasebook, desperately searching for something adequate to convey emotion and feeling.

Tired, so tired.

Time to lie down.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Derevo i Nebo

I could learn the answer if I gather the pieces and study them.

I want to know the answer

but,

I know, that the gathering of the pieces,

what that entails,

and what they will bring to mind,

their sum in stark relief,

would cost much more than the answer is worth.

Therefore, for sanity’s sake,

I try to forget the question.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Karl von Baden (Grossherzog), 1811

The historians didn’t ask me,

but actually,

Kaspar was a boy,

a son,

I’d have been proud to call my own.

On reflection, delicious irony,

he is said to have wanted to be

a rider, just like me!

What more could a father want?

(screw his mother!)

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Dozhd, Okno

The storm fills every crevice of my being,

pounding, bludgeoning my body and soul,

destroying my faith in nature

(whatever that means).

The wind roars, non-stop invective,

insulting, it seems, all that is holy,

as the rain continues to fall in torrents,

deluge, destroying, flooding,

washing away all hope.

The storm fills every crevice of my being,

what’s worse, I know it’ll still be with me tomorrow,

mocking, in calmness and sunshine,

its effects and its essence will linger.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Flower Blows, Hope_

It’s not the end of the world,

so as to say.

But, yes, actually it kind of is …

Here and now, this time and place,

for the individual and collective,

this very minute:

Gone, blown away.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Vremya

“All the time in the world!” …

Until said world ends.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Конец света (Ukr)

My head feels cold inside,

my heart rises into my throat,

I feel ill, overwhelmed,

betrayed by life and family,

sensing, knowing

impending doom

soon to thunder downstairs.

 

(To be continued…

hopefully)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Mindblowing Pain

Screw today’s news!

We’re still processing, dealing with, and trying to get over

our yesterdays.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat