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I Want To Believe 2

There is hope,

I hope,

but do I truly believe?

Misery, after all,

pervades my reality.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Preacher’s preaching, TV.

You don’t understand the message

but you know it’s important,

the organ’s playing, emotive.

You put your hands on the TV screen

and believe.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

My refuge,

sanity sanctuary,

enclave of peace

and enlightenment.

My hope.

Desperate,

stranded in desert,

my hands claw through the dead sands,

I try to move on,

try to see once again,

the oasis.

My hope.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

In an ideal world…

Selfish, overly human religions will die,

buried like Pharaohs with all their wealth,

cats and servants.

Those beliefs and convictions which aspire

beyond the self-centered,

selah,

will live and endure.

(We can hope!)

And the world we be a better place.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Nadezhda, my lifeline,

my hope and dream,

if only,

I had a woman like you

to lie next to each night,

nothing else would matter.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“Oh my god!

I’m speechless!”

she exclaimed,

something about shampoo.

… Speechless?

Seems not, alas,

but we can hope and wish.

… World peace.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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

 

Privet, Pripyat.

Tainted Earth,

long before ’86

Adam and Eva fell

(vice versus versa,

we’re in this together).

Indeed,

we all fall,

human beings disgrace,

yesterday, today, infinity,

stained,

no hope,

but perchance

pray

miraculous

Grace.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Open Kiska.

Open Minds.

Thinking.

Meditating.

Believing.

Miracles.

Believing possible.

Bearing Fruit.

Beautiful,

Golden Apples of Hesperides.

Have Faith.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

She wasn’t the most attractive child.

In fact, her vibe was typical arrogant teenager.

I felt an immediate dislike,

as I watched her walk by,

waiting for the lights to change.

But somehow

something suddenly clicked in me,

and I saw this girl for what she actually was,

a creation…

Imperfect,

perhaps,

but infinitely more complex

and better than anything else her parents could have mustered

(think crappy woodwork projects).

Indeed, a real, live creation…

The thought bounced around in my head,

and suddenly I felt the urge to procreate.

The hope of humanity

was stirred in me.

Whereas yesterday,

I had scorned the refugees

who gave birth in warzones

(Imagine bringing life into such hell!),

now

I got it…

The fundamental human need to bring forth new life,

The ultimate in works,

Creation,

Hope,

God in us,

God through us.

Life goes on.

Somehow.

©ddr7hd