Archive for the ‘Compromised’ Category

Krichat ot boli (Screaming, noise assualt)

Once the noise is in your head, you’re gone,

infected.

Vibrations linger,

contort into crevices of your being,

your essence,

the evil noise twists and dements,

parasitic, it feeds,

taking away good parts,

filling empty shell with badness.

… “Morning has broken” madness.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Przejscie przez granice 2

Emancipation,

is not what they promised,

nor what I imagined it would be.

… Hope dissolves into compromise, debauchery.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Wm

Hurdles:

Barriers imposed to slow,

or prevent our progress.

… After a while, even the strongest will fall …

Neverending obstacles, take a toll.

How many hurdles can we take

before we break?

 

(To be continued…)

       

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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…)

 

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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…)

 

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Braided Together

Under influence,

of debauched interactions,

enemies impose.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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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