Archive for the ‘Aufzeichnungen aus dem Kellerloch’ Category

Time in itself, does not demand. It is indifferent to us, our needs and wants.

But we, from birth, taught to feel an imperative, demand everything of time and, in turn, place ourselves, individual and collective, in great bondage.

 

(To be continued…)

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Earth, Dry, Cracked

Another day of trying to do the right thing;

another day of being complicated, confused and compromised;

another day of feeling less alive.

… As I see others sail by with consummate ease,

no cares weighing them down,

they seem to be exactly where they want to be,

happy, free,

gleefully rubbing my nose in it,

tears and salty sea.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Space Junk

Random acts of kindness,

unreciprocated,

fester inside,

turn to bitterness.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Grave Stones

Suicide is not legitimate,

says the man in the ivory tower.

From a comfortable position,

he is free to think and philosophize.

He who doesn’t know true agony, pain,

hopelessness, futility,

screaming-in-my-head existential absurdity,

he is always quick to cast the first stone.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Claw Marks, Red

Do not underestimate the desperate,

that person you have consigned to disregard,

contempt and loathing.

No matter how “low” they seem to go,

there is always a possibility, a chance, a switch,

and in clawing desperation, ardor and rage,

their ragged fingernails

can and will

shred your hubris,

your face.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Karl von Baden (Grossherzog), 1811

The historians didn’t ask me,

but actually,

Kaspar was a boy,

a son,

I’d have been proud to call my own.

On reflection, delicious irony,

he is said to have wanted to be

a rider, just like me!

What more could a father want?

(screw his mother!)

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Kaspar Hauser 1

Wannabe, craving family,

will do whatever’s necessary …

At the end (and beginning) of the day,

we all need to be loved unconditionally.

Alas, so often this gets perverted,

sullied and torn,

exploited.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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O du armer Judas, was hast du getan_

Love and good intentions,

misunderstood, rejected,

becomes bitterness and strife.

… Perpetual misery,

what chance, withered fig tree?

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Steen_ Vino & Mockers

OK, it’ starting to make sense…

The coarseness of your expression,

the pain of your existence,

glimpses of futility,

reminded of your place,

the so-called underclass

(no wonder you’re so crass!),

cannon fodder, one way or another,

exploited and abused, gutted,

occasionally you react,

illogically, apparently,

as best you can,

you make a statement…

Notes and expletives from the stewing depths.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat