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7.09 (1425)

She told me her story,

astounded, my eyes widened,

and remained so.

… Somehow, I know, the words being so powerful,

that when I close my eyes,

late night, early morning,

trying to sleep,

I will still see vividly.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Sea Idyll_ Sorolla, 1908

We ate and we smiled.

Later, deep conversation.

And then I woke up.

(To be continued…)

 

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Beagle Dreaming

Something happened.

I did something in reply.

“Everyday” life.

Exhausted, again, I sleep.

Sleeping giant? (I can dream…)

Sleeping dog? (Best to let lie…)

Who can tell from the outside?

Perhaps tomorrow will help.

Regardless, better a live dog (even if sleeping),

than a dead lion.

(To be continued…)

 

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devushka-spiashchaia-spit-sladkii-son-svet-solntsa-uiut

Dare to dream!

Yes, beautiful moments,

tantalizing hope,

before you get crushed.

 

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Apollo 11 Re-Entry

So,

you dream,

you think,

you aspire.

Alas,

it’s the return to Earth

that’s the killer.

 

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The Worship of Mammon

The vileness we find ourselves in

demands a reaction,

one way or another.

Everything is unfair

and the pain seem inescapable.

Treacherous solar winds radiate,

burning, searing,

bodies and minds.

People instinctively lie,

complicate,

and violate,

cloaking it in “progressive” vibes,

stroking egos and fatty tissue…

(In reality they don’t give a shit,

but they want to appear “legit”;

hollow scum, festering liberal cankers!)

If I could,

I would sleep like a child,

10, 12 hours,

and expect everything better

in morning rising.

(*As if!*)

For people to be genuine…

That is my dream.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Read, Books, Dream, Fly

It’s OK,

I don’t either…

I don’t feel very heroic today.

So, let’s float…

Together, separately,

as we will.

Imperatives can wait,

go away,

be ignored.

“Revolt!” I say

and

“Leave us in peace.”

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1. Ru, By

Sometimes, when we wake,

in golden moments of desperation,

we grasp, in mind fog,

trying to remember,

where and when we are,

what responsibilities loom,

hoping, perhaps,

miraculously

it’s yesterday.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Son

Is this some kind of realization,

a real-life manifestation

of a dream come true?

If so,

I want to go back to sleep.

 

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Tsar Bomba 2

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