He seemed to think that an object would make all the difference;
failing to realize I was not “into” bourgeois accoutrements,
trinkets, to save a relationship.
(To be continued…)
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Something within, from so far away,
like I’ve swallowed a piece of meteorite,
it remains, feels like it belongs,
as providence,
yes,
this is *me*,
defying “logic” and people’s sneers,
free, uncontainable
as sand to go, evolve,
beyond time and place,
surmounting rhyme and reason …
Marching to the beat of a different drum.
(To be continued…)
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In truly great debates,
yesterday and today,
both sides point fingers,
and preach, sanctimonious.
Through passion and “better angels”,
the introspective, true lovers of knowledge,
however,
are prepared to listen,
go back to the books,
and learn.
(To be continued…)
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I’m stuck! (What the fuck?)
Lost in myriad of pain.
Thus, I write Haiku.
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So, you pray.
In all good & honest, believing
Faith,
you pray.
And still, yet more decay,
another set of problems, every day
emergencies.
So, you turn to people,
neighbors, friends,
you ask for help,
and silence.
People are busy with their own issues,
apparently, and dead to your needs.
Alas, you are all alone in this world,
stinging sensation,
on realization,
nauseous emptiness.
So, you pray again,
some kind of hope in your heart,
a glimmer of warmth,
you try to find,
it’s either that or suicide.
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I’m not envious of your success,
your riches are an irrelevance,
your existence meaningless.
I hate you
and your ease of being,
nonetheless,
I don’t want your things.
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My refuge,
sanity sanctuary,
enclave of peace
and enlightenment.
My hope.
…
Desperate,
stranded in desert,
my hands claw through the dead sands,
I try to move on,
try to see once again,
the oasis.
My hope.
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In no particular order…
You say Golubtsy,
I say Gołąbki.
You eat in a café,
I eat out of a jar.
Nevertheless, we talk…
We walk…
You say Europe,
I say Eurasia.
You say Pan-Slavism,
I say parasitism.
You say Australia,
I say Austria.
Very well,
OK,
Let’s get married.
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