Archive for the ‘Blick!’ Category

Human existence…

Limited resistence.

Every now and then you run into a wall,

jaded, wise and cynical,

you realize the futility of it all.

Thousands of years of evolution,

one way or another,

for this?

(Poxy pinnacle!)

Why do we go on?

(Deluding ourselves with stupid songs…)

As a species,

when our primal urges are thwarted,

frustrated,

our lofty ambitions of improvement fail,

banality and futility reign,

and there is no hope,

what,

what is there left to live for?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

In the name of “fighting” Communism,

your democratic government (“of and for the people”)

empowered criminals and drug-pushing scum,

enabled the destruction of millions of lives, hopes and dreams,

perpetuated evil, indeed.

Past, present, future.

We’re *Gone*.

Statue of Liberty, stands proud,

looks passively away,

heart of stone.

 

©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

 

Woe is me,

Woe is you,

Woe is us…

Screeching fuss.

The human condition.

Heal me physician!

(As if!)

You seek help.

Placebo today,

Butcher tomorrow.

Vanity of vanities,

Perpetual insanity.

… Humanist?

What hope?

Together, all alone, we die.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Happy Independence Day!

Six nights ago, and always…

M16s like candy,

agree or die.

El Presidente is our resident

patriotic rodent

(your oppressor,

our puppet dictator),

obedient to the true ruling classes,

backroom guys,

money gods,

sacred capitalist dogma.

Welcome, motherfuckers, to the land of the free,

coming to your country,

opening a factory,

giving you jobs,

“opportunities”,

putting you to work,

indeed…

Put down your AK-47s, too easy to use,

too enabling,

and listen to us

we’ll complicate your lives,

make things interesting,

give you everything you didn’t know you needed,

confuse,

exploit,

abuse.

“Fulfilment”…

Drink the kool-aid child and dream,

of freedom,

to buy hollow commodities,

with cocaine-laced dollars,

hell, yeah,

those bastards keep the economy going,

you in the gutter,

*our* dreams, riches and power intact.

Happy Interdependence Day, in deed and fact.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Fuck you and your election (!)

your protest march,

your commentary.

“Progressive”, “conservative”,

exploiters and oppressors all!

Fuck your democracy,

function and form,

your hollow ideas of society,

the machinery,

benefiting the few,

screwing the masses,

deluding and coercing,

sucking dry.

Let me be,

me.

Peace and sanity.

Deal with the weather.

Forecast history.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

O, Katyusha,

what was (so beautiful!)

and what could have been

(more and beyond!)

gone,

like the rocket’s red glare,

high

in the night sky.

(O, how I wanna go back!

And forward, somehow…)

But alas,

I’m so sad,

the ship has apparently sailed.

And I am alone,

and feeling

incomplete,

without you.

All I can do is stare into space,

imagining that you are too.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I read, see and hear the news.

Ugly, alleged truths,

incomplete stories,

manipulation,

confusion and pain.

I feel the need to be informed

but

I want to run away.

I need something different.

I want to embrace beauty.

I need to see art,

everyday.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat