Archive for the ‘Compromised’ Category

JF Bazille, Étude de nu

Misspoken, or misunderstood.

Your language, or mine,

all words matter, depending on how they’re taken.

Standing with phrasebook, desperately searching for something adequate to convey emotion and feeling.

Tired, so tired.

Time to lie down.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Drain 2

I don’t make plans any more,

my life and time is overwhelmed,

waiting for the next problem to manifest.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Bleeding Heart, Arrow

Making the world a better place,

as you feel compelled, today.

Robbing Peter to pay Paul, as they say.

But who decides which is which, the worthiest?

Alas, tomorrow’s perspective will be different.

Perhaps, at best,

we can complicate each other out of existence.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Wm in Chains

“Pornographer, perhaps. Blasphemer, no!” ardently, he said.

“Now, look into the camera, and spread.”

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Business Wm 1

Further down the rabbit hole of compromise we go.

Many lies we tell ourselves, in this world to survive.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Braided Together

Under influence,

of debauched interactions,

enemies impose.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Pained

This morning,

I read a book, an article or two,

and I learned something

intriguing.

Now, some hours have passed,

work and chores demanded,

my mind bombarded,

banal clutter and noise.

And

I feel dazed.

Only a vague memory remains,

a hazy, untouchable recollection,

that I used to know something

which was intriguing.

… Alas, frustrating,

deadening life.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Red Luna (Illawarra Mercury)

I too am an outsider,

apart from the clique.

I too am a Fellow Traveler,

riven by angst,

rejection,

pain,

dejection:

what good deep thinking

and best intentions

in this shallow world?

… We try,

we really try,

and we die.

Futility engulfs,

hearts and minds sneer. …

Misunderstood,

scorned, we retreat,

inevitable defeat,

we despair:

base, self-centred adversaries

always seem

to ace.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1

Careful,

so careful.

Doing things the right way, loving and protecting,

caressing.

All for naught,

as some motherfucker in a ludicrously big van

careens carelessly, thoughtlessly, selfishly

into your frame and smashes

everything

into jagged pieces.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat