Archive for the ‘Я’ Category

9.16 Malevich_ Black Square, 1913

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.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Gołąbki & Potato (mashed)

 

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.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat