Archive for the ‘Fallen World’ Category

Pied Piper

When the idiots tire of hearing their own voices,

clanging, hollow noises,

peace and wisdom will reign.

… Little chance, alas.

Sadly the idiots are the most confident people

and they have risen to the highest positions in our world.

They are our leaders and teachers, our movers and shakers,

our celebrities, our “everything”,

fools and tools, we call them “stars”

and they guide us

further into the abyss.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

 

Coal Mine, Abandoned & Rotten (2)

They devote massive effort and ingenuity,

many sacrifice their lives.

They construct the mine,

break their backs and souls,

to pull out precious earth resources,

perpetuating an economy,

someone’s temporary wealth,

someone’s fantasy,

tomorrow’s sinkhole and pollution.

Such “progress” is futile.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Alenka, Migren, Rabbit Hole

Life manifest,

perfidy and surprise,

series of endless disappointments,

darkness and flashing lights.

… Confusion and delusion,

enlightenment and despair.

… In fallen world, we fall.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Viewing Malevich's Black Square

I’m tired, so fundamentally tired,

disgusted by life in the Fallen World.

Complicated and violated,

exploited constantly,

meaning and purpose get lost.

In darkness,

I fall down.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

8.10 Digitized Sky Survey

I was in a good place – body and mind.

Happy in moment, and looking forward.

But someone or other,

directly, or indirectly,

decided that I didn’t belong,

that I was an interloper in this good place,

that I didn’t matter.

Violate, desecrate, rip heart out and shatter!

The other hasn’t gained from my misery,

beyond hollow, morbid pleasure,

sufficient, alas, for human nature.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Starry Night Sky, Trees (Rus)

Winter night.

I go out and look at the sky.

Stars abundant and bright.

I’m impressed, as always,

natural wonderment at firmament,

but distracted, as artificial flashing lights

catch my eye. … Aircraft.

And the moment is lost.

Now, all I can focus on

is the banal, the human where and why.

(Where are they going, and why? …

As if this fallen world is so great!)

I am glad, at least, that human travel in space is minimal

and am mindful enough to pray it remains so.

For, where people go,

they tend to destroy,

exploit,

desecrate.

Even in their dreams.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Perfidy_ Flowers & Knife

Enemies, and friends,

family members, near and dear,

*will* stab you in back.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

NZ_ Rotorua

Hope springs eternal (so they say).

Or, at least, it tries to.

But when our experience tells us otherwise,

threshold crossed,

overwhelmed by betrayal and lies,

that part inside, bleeding, dies.

We don’t want to be hurt anymore:

who can blame us for that?

… Hope springs, yes,

then spits in face,

disappoints,

evaporates.

Good bye.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Drain 2

Mindlessly, we act and do,

variously, filling our days.

We fill

and we feel empty.

Meaninglessness drains,

ultimately kills.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Drain 1

Cycle of humanity,

circling, swirling,

clockwise and anti,

every day …

further down drain.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat