Archive for the ‘Fallen Humanity’ Category

Wm i Mn 2

“It used to be me and you versus the world,” he said,  sighing chagrin.

“Now it seems to be you and the world versus me.”

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Boxing Gloves

Mixed feelings, confusion,

nothing fits properly,

this life we find ourselves in:

Constricting, yet empty,

full of demands,

but always something lacking,

stupid things we pursue,

striving and seeking,

but never finding real meaning,

what we think we need.

Dazed, we continue,

jarringly, we end,

hitting the deck,

unfitting friend.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Ocean, Immense & Bleak

It’s a dangerous thing, so as to speak,

judging people by my own standards,

expecting them to act as I would,

in events and circumstance.

We remain strangers, it would seem,

no universal logic or sense.

Alas, alone in polluted, plastic sea,

humanity floats and drowns.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Collective Farmer on a Bicycle (1935)

Alas, not the great work of literature you thought it would be?

… Heroes generally prove flawed.

As cycling supremos, authors,

philosophers, go …

Human, all too human.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Wm covers ears, abuse (k1news.ru, opensource)

“You have an anger problem,” she said, with a tinge of concern.

That old trope, the man-child thought to himself, feeling his anger levels rising. After all, few things made him angrier than being told he had an anger problem.

“Doesn’t everyone,” he growled, “One way or another?”

(Victim and/or perpetrator, both…)

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Maria Theresia, as Queen of Hungary

The singer-songwriter strings together three words that rhyme,

a catchy phrase, vaguely wise.

“How deep and full of insight!” the media cry;

as the masses buy the song, liking the sound,

the vibe,

stuck on endless replay.

“Yeah, well, I’m not interested in politics,” the singer-songwriter shrugs, answering the unasked question.

… Next stop, President.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Interrogation Of the Renegade_ V Vereshchagin, 1901

“Speak freely,” he said,

as if it was an option.

Truth versus freedom.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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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…)

       

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1096 Metz Pogrom

Sure, they appear bloodthirsty scum,

but investigate their motives

and what became …

And feel sympathy.

Maybe.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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1980s NYC Subway 2

Well-meaning people glibly espousing:

“Now is not the time for fear! We must live, freely!”

They may be right, or, conversely

mistaken, as, *all* times

are appropriate for fear;

then and now, tomorrow too,

properly used,

it’s what gets us through each day.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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