Archive for the ‘Alone, At Sea…’ Category

Charles the Bald 1b

Charles the Bald (not to be confused with Charles the Bold),

may or may not have actually been bald (depending upon what is meant by bald).

This year, if you want to give me a present, so as to say,

don’t give me anything new,

s’il vous plaît.

The past is quite enough to deal with.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Broken 3

Seized with terror,

sickened inside,

as I’m reminded (yet again!)

of my isolation

and fragility,

in the face of constant struggle,

total futility.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus…

I’m tired of fighting!

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Dozhd, Okno

The storm fills every crevice of my being,

pounding, bludgeoning my body and soul,

destroying my faith in nature

(whatever that means).

The wind roars, non-stop invective,

insulting, it seems, all that is holy,

as the rain continues to fall in torrents,

deluge, destroying, flooding,

washing away all hope.

The storm fills every crevice of my being,

what’s worse, I know it’ll still be with me tomorrow,

mocking, in calmness and sunshine,

its effects and its essence will linger.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Donkey Foals

Alone

in the crowd,

I’m pushed aside by the seething mass of humanity.

It’s not a cohesive whole, this thing,

rather, it’s a collection of individuals

who care only about themselves,

their small clique,

and the donkeys they send monthly donations to “save”,

easing pain, some way.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Preussen

I dream, out of nowhere,

my neighbor has a huge sailing ship

parked in the communal area.

… I loathe my neighbor,

but he acts like this scene is normal,

coming over to me,

suddenly talking as if we are friends.

… What does it mean?

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Viewing Malevich's Black Square

I’m tired, so fundamentally tired,

disgusted by life in the Fallen World.

Complicated and violated,

exploited constantly,

meaning and purpose get lost.

In darkness,

I fall down.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Dozhd, Okno

How quickly it fades away,

leaving you with painful memories.

What was, and what is,

transient life.

How much help we need,

and kindness,

how much we don’t get.

Outside and left to own devices,

like a feral cat, first-time mother,

cold, dull, November day.

Life is pain.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

3D Glasses

Everybody is somebody.

Everybody is expected to be somebody.

Everybody expects you to be somebody.

Same.

Similar.

Different.

Fine line:

recognition,

detection,

rejection.

Detention.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Hot Air Balloon 1

Melancholy pervades today’s celebration.

Constant fragility.

Memories of yesterday,

betrayal and pain,

shaping tomorrow.

What hope?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

7.24 (1251)

I felt the need,

compelled,

by something beyond words

or “common sense”,

laws, societal reason

or public interests.

Indeed,

this is personal

and,

as such,

it is all important

and inexplicable to others.

Today, I continued breathing.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat