Archive for the ‘Black Swan’ Category

Today, they convert you

to their perverted way of thinking,

seducing,

enticing

and delighting certain tendencies.

(Clever, addictive storylines on your TV & computer screen…)

They inhabit and take over,

your soul and being,

leaving no space or desire

for resistance.

(Indeed, I wonder which evil was worse, and how:

then or now…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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In our own time,

in our own way,

ultimately

victory!

So rich and rewarding

when you see fruition.

Bucking the preponderant vibe.

Have hope, friend,

comrade,

tomorrow

is not today.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

If there’s a knock on the door

and your spirit within bristles

and your soul curdles:

don’t answer it,

especially if the knocking’s insistent.

Instead, hide.

Imagine the worst, that’s always the best…

Imagine for certain,

it’s Chekists at the door,

and know, they don’t want your co-operation,

they want your pain.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Mutually Assured Destruction.

Perversely, it’s a beautiful thing.

Sorting the elemental from the superfluous.

And I am glad I made a stand,

rejecting the temporal,

even though it meant pillory,

exclusion

and prison.

After all…

what good is your big house,

your refrigerator, your 200cm TV,

your child, or life insurance policy,

when an ICBM hits your city?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

OK, I guess I’d stopped thinking about them,

for the sake of sanity,

but now I am reminded,

and I revisit the details,

deep into the silo,

and… it’s mind-blowing.

Such might, power, prowess and hubris.

Yet, our buildings are crumbling

and our people are lacking.

… Truly, we are motivated by destruction.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

The month flew by

like an Intercontinental Ballistic Missile,

thrust into Space,

an affront to God,

burned up on re-entry.

Time, gone.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

They told me he wasn’t as vulgar as LBJ,

or,

as lecherous as JFK.

Indeed.

Nevertheless, in his own way…

When I walked into the office the chief was berating the intelligent-looking guy:

“For Christ’s sake, Henry, think big! Let’s get nuclear, goddammit!”

Mortified at the blasphemy, involuntarily I laughed.

Bemused, they looked through me, a woman,

an open door.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Slavery,

Exploitation,

Death.

Exposed,

in the hash light

of the dark side of the Moon.

My beautiful swan-like neck

is of little effect.

 

©ddr7hd

 

Lies slip from her lips

like water down a mountainside.

Slick rock face.

Summer thunder storm.

Slippery slope

to doom.

 

It was a tumultuous time,

with few moments of comfort.

He asked his grandfather to record a TV program: Great Russian Writers, the Anton Chekhov episode.

His grandfather asked if he was a Communist.

He didn’t get it.