Archive for the ‘Тише!’ Category

Wm covers ears, abuse (k1news.ru, opensource)

People are idiotic

and yet we listen to their words,

allowing hurt to linger in our minds,

hate to penetrate our souls.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Потеря

Relentless.

News, views, blog posts,

talk,

rarely deep, occasionally meaningful,

usually shallow, repetitive,

chatter,

jarring, arrhythmic,

typically predictable,

always, alas, enthusiastic.

So tiring to be around.

I need to be alone.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Meteor X

Humans, in their hubris, think that they know.

*They* do not know.

*I* do not know.

*We* can speculate, postulate, approximate.

But, we do not,

and can not, truly know.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Pied Piper

When the idiots tire of hearing their own voices,

clanging, hollow noises,

peace and wisdom will reign.

… Little chance, alas.

Sadly the idiots are the most confident people

and they have risen to the highest positions in our world.

They are our leaders and teachers, our movers and shakers,

our celebrities, our “everything”,

fools and tools, we call them “stars”

and they guide us

further into the abyss.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chile Protests

Politicians and media impressed,

it was a peaceful protest:

Marchers clanging pots and pans,

banging drums,

waving banners and flags.

Message stated,

message heard.

Peaceful protest.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Ch 7, USA

I’m worn out, drained,

I’ve had enough…

When are you going to go back

to being

peripheral?

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Pivo, Escape, Sleep

Pain overcomes brain.

Need relief, need to escape,

or obliterate.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Old Bayern

I pull the door shut

to give myself some space.

Stale air, after all,

is better than no air.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Mormon Tabernacle Choir 2

Like a church choir singing…

How many of us *truly* believe the words we say?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Fetal Position 2

Quiet desperation?

Somewhat true,

my pain manifests quietly

on the outside,

like: I don’t want to talk,

as,

explaining pain

hurts some more again.

I sigh,

and walk away.

Inside though,

is a cacophony

of grotesque,

blasting noise,

on and on and on,

torturing,

deafening

and deadening

my soul.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat