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Red, Glass Shattered, Broken

The inevitability of attempted witty comments

about inevitable events

makes me want to cry.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1990s

In midst of painful existence,

we yearn for change,

hope and belief that things can be better.

Alas, we learn tomorrow,

there is good change

and there is bad change.

If only we knew who was pulling the strings,

agenda, manifold.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

LCI (Fr) Newsreader

It feels like a conspiracy,

logically speaking,

when inconsistencies

become the rule.

Please, dear reader, do not question your sanity. Question your neighbors, the system, and the powers that be.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Ofeliya_ Constantin Meunier

When time loses meaning,

as fickle machines drive us to despair,

and people are demanding,

variously, incessantly, selfishly:

we are left depleted.

Enlightenment seeps away.

Illness reigns.

Devoid, we are mired,

hopeless remain.

This world is a very sad place.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

Son altesse la femme

Still seeking meaning,

in a world of pain and hurt,

I’m ready to sell.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Pornokratès, 1878

Cast adrift in an absurd and hurtful world,

we do our best to survive.

Open to the possibility

of comfort and relief,

regardless of source,

solace we crave;

day by day,

more desperate and depraved.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Lake Baikal, Starry Night Sky

If I had,

but I didn’t,

so don’t (remind me, or pull me down, under, to drown) …

It’s gone.

I tried.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Claw Marks, Red

Do not underestimate the desperate,

that person you have consigned to disregard,

contempt and loathing.

No matter how “low” they seem to go,

there is always a possibility, a chance, a switch,

and in clawing desperation, ardor and rage,

their ragged fingernails

can and will

shred your hubris,

your face.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat