Archive for the ‘Страдание’ Category

1 (Pain)

In a happy place,

until, waking, reminded:

reality bites.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Space Junk

Random acts of kindness,

unreciprocated,

fester inside,

turn to bitterness.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Vikhr 2

Misunderstood and unappreciated.

I try to explain my reasoning and motives,

yet again.

Futility intrinsic,

agonizing perpetuity.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Perfidy_ Flowers & Knife

One day it’s the system,

the next it’s the elements,

then your inner demons,

your family and friends.

Welcome to adulthood:

Non-stop diabolical onslaught!

You’re “responsible” now!

Always someone or something,

at the worst possible time,

betraying life and existence.

… What chance success?

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Warp Drive 2

Alas, the transience of pleasure,

and the permanence of despair.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Nyurnbergskaya Khronika_ Edit Sol'

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?)

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Lewis Hamilton, Mudak

Selfish people suck;

taking life from our blood, bones;

neighbors, nazis, scum.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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migren

As iron and steel

facing oxygen and water,

rust and corrode;

so to our minds, it seems,

in contact with certain people,

sadly go.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Voda, temnota, puzyr'ki vozdukha

Alas, in my pursuit of existential meaning,

knowledge, enlightenment, feeling,

I get lost in details,

digressions,

banalities …

More and more,

I am suffocating,

drowning.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Grave Stones

Suicide is not legitimate,

says the man in the ivory tower.

From a comfortable position,

he is free to think and philosophize.

He who doesn’t know true agony, pain,

hopelessness, futility,

screaming-in-my-head existential absurdity,

he is always quick to cast the first stone.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat