Archive for the ‘Тоска’ Category

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Dare to dream!

Yes, beautiful moments,

tantalizing hope,

before you get crushed.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Old Bayern

I pull the door shut

to give myself some space.

Stale air, after all,

is better than no air.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

Dina

I want to know more,

to learn

and experience

this realm of existence.

Words and meaning,

touch, sensation,

joys, peace,

tranquillity and noise.

I’m intrigued

and I want to be enlightened,

but my head is spinning

and I’m overwhelmed.

Somewhere nearby, a voice is shouting,

distracting, annoying,

and a cuckoo clock loudly calls…

And

I fall down.

The epitome of humanity.

Life on the ground.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

6.16

Remembering Wien.

The saddest-happiest I’ve ever been.

Haunted by memories,

infinite bad dreams,

I walk by the river…

Cold winds

suppress my scream.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Nuclear Depth Bomb - USS Agerholm, 1962

Close, or

from a distance,

it’s hard to tell the difference.

Beginning or end,

enemy or friend.

Give it up,

pretense and defense,

succumb to inevitable,

depravity of senses,

depth charge

and obliteration.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Dozhd, Okno

Another day, dull and suffocating,

where the only thing light

is the rain,

in between

heavy downpours.

Contradictions,

hard-luck

and compromises.

My soul bleeds.

 

©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

 

 

 

 

 

Lena, Yakutiya

Oh, the wonderful things I would do,

if I had time,

right mind,

yes, rewind too.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Rus, Aloe

Wet towel falls away,

exposes soft white body,

life manifest, craved.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat