Archive for the ‘Fallen World’ Category

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Preacher’s preaching a message the people like, it suits the mood of the times, indeed, everybody wants to move beyond condemnation and guilt.

I feel it. I get it. I understand it. Grace and forgiveness, the Love of God manifest, a new Covenant. Yes!

And yet, strongly within, experience and wisdom are speaking to me, over-riding the emotion.

Then, Preacher cites the example of no speed limit on German Autobahns. And it’s over for me.

(Americans and their obsession with liberty!)

I shout at the TV: “And they used to have free-season on Jews too! But that doesn’t make it right!”

Wisdom speaks to me, it’s innate and overwhelming, the world would be a better place if actually more people were aware of and compelled by feelings of condemnation and guilt. They might actually stop being so self-centered and act in the common good, considering others, abiding by the “Golden Rule”.

This is my angst-ridden seasonal and timeless message.

Take it as you will.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Yozef Mengele (Ru)

Mengele’s farm machinery,

outside decaying building,

I remember it sitting idle,

rusting into oblivion.

Like his shit-eating grin.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Gruss aus Hameln (2)

I’m confused. Obviously, I watch too much TV news.

Last week, I said: “He’s not the devil.”

Pied Piper, spoken song.

Now, I know I was wrong.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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