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You pray,

you believe,

you hope.

Life goes on,

people suck you dry.

You get disenchanted,

disappointed

and exhausted.

You pray,

you try to believe,

you want to remember

what hope felt like.

One day you give up.

Soon, you will die.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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Democracy, an illusion,

a dream rarely come true.

Can you really rely on others

to make the right decision for *you*?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

The machine works,

ruthlessly,

the cogs grind me yet further,

marginalized

and screwed over

on a whole nother level.

Bureaucracy discriminates

illogically,

pedantically,

and with extreme fucking prejudice.

Bit by bit they are taking things away,

pieces of myself

being trashed.

Perhaps tomorrow I will simply disappear,

it seems to be what the system wants.

… My obliteration.

He sees his neighbours “getting on” with ease and wonders. He despairs at his lot.

What next for the man-child?

Suicide?

That’s what they want, indeed:

another fucked-up statistic to fuel the machine,

money,

corruption,

news cycle,

policy.

She lay down,

on the floor,

in a darkened room.

She asked herself, repeatedly:

“What is the way forward?”

Racing mind, confused and throbbing head,

by the tenth repetition

she changed the question to:

“Is there a way forward?”

She moved her left hand downwards.

Imagining herself,

something else,

she fell asleep,

boundless.

 

Weighed down by reality,

we struggle to find ourselves.

Too tired to dream,

we are old before our time.

Sleep, need to reset, recover…

And those times when you are “lucky” enough to dream, it is a horrible, polluted landscape, negative scenario, with banalities, people and stupid things you’d rather forget.

Imagine instead, what a wet dream must be like, a luxury wasted on stupid teenage boys, future abusers, presidents and kings.

Sigh.

Sick, sad things.

Unfair world and system.

 

“Fotzegeschicht!” she said loudly and with an agitated voice. Not because it was particularly helpful, but because it was appropriate.

 

No one understood.

 

Newsradio and overheard conversations on the bus,

whispers of love in your ear and familial banalities,

the more you hear the more you know that none of it really matters.

The more you hear the more disengaged you become, the more different you feel, the more lies which are revealed.

Talk is cheap, near and far, deafening.

Yet, you keep listening,

ever hopeful that one day,

perhaps,

it will be worthwhile.

Crumbling society, kept intact by cells of people communicating, bonding banally, base-level, primal, guttural grunts.

Crumbling society, personal and collective decay, where every effort to fix and repair, to improve, is met with complication and failure, the inevitability of futility.

Crumbling society, your actions and inactions are vanity and conceit, your despair is self-righteousness and any remaining hope is foolishness, punishable by imprisonment, life sentence. Living death penalty.

Crumbling society. Here and now. Escape, somehow. You and me. The seven seas.

… 

So, a few more people realized, remembered this year,

oh, the human penchant for so-called milestones,

isn’t publicity a wonderful thing?

And, how do *we* feel?

Hollow.

The added attention only serves to highlight people’s ignorance and ultimate apathy.

After distractedly devoting three minutes of half-attention,

they move on, banality beckons.

People are kinetic beings,

like polluted winds,

they move on,

affecting, effecting and infecting somewhere, someone else.

Do *we* ever move on?

(Only in my imagination…)

Generally, we are in a demented kind of kinetic stasis,

like atoms moving frantically, acting and reacting on instinct and memory, agitated, but not actually going anywhere.

(Where would you like to go?)

Home.

(What is “home”?)

A concept of comfort and belonging, safety.

(Is such possible in this world?)

… 

Neighbors.

Posted: 2016-04-19 in Blick!, Hopeless

When did you realize it was over?

Probably when I realized that, in my internal dialog, I referred to my neighbors as cunts.

And so,

you spend minutes (literally minutes!) cleaning your nose,

trying to clear the nasal passageways, so you can breathe.

Contaminants clutter and clog – some come from within, most come from without. Sticky, loathsome contaminants. Persistent opposition. Sometimes dry, it crumbles. Generally, though, shit sticks. And often your nose, irritated, bleeds.

You use a tissue, a kleenex, you use a cotton bud.

You blow, wipe and prod.

You never use your finger or blow onto the ground (you’re civilized after all).

No, you’re hidebound,

by the evolutionary perfection of the human body and the imperfection of this world.

No sooner do you get your nose clean then it’s dirty and clogged again and the whole ridiculous process repeats itself.

You’re suffocating.

And life goes on.