Archive for the ‘Ich träumte von…’ Category

Woman sleeping

 

In my dream,

he kissed me passionately,

told me I was beautiful.

He licked my neck and said:

“I wanna fuck your brains out!”

… And other terms of endearment,

such I dream.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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There are clues,

breadcrumbs, let’s say,

hints of decay,

nonetheless, simply put, it worked,

until it didn’t,

to be precise, it worked until

people no longer believed.

… They wanted something different! …

As they say, be careful what you wish for.

(Such a true cliché!)

… Homage for Yugoslavia.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Sunset Above Clouds

 

A dream of another reality.

Yesterday,

I had hope.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Rest I need,

escape I crave,

I shut my eyes.

Brain betrays,

horror and banality invade

my everything.

Inside I scream,

tear myself apart.

… Wasted dream.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Last night I dreamt of family…

It was OK,

pleasant, the way it should be

(… bearing no resemblance to reality).

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

You drool as you sleep,

salty residue left on your pillow.

Epic life memories, mainly forgotten.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Mid-sentence… I always seem to wake.

No wonder I feel dazed, confused,

perpetually half-baked.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Common sense? (Far from common!)

Logic, indeed, innate wisdom…

if you’re peaceful enough to listen,

and blessed enough to be free enough to pursue

the promptings, unmolested,

then you will find fulfilment,

strong filament,

bringer of light,

and the world will be a better place.

(If only the people actually wanted it to be!)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I dreamt (well, I think it was a dream),

one night or day,

that “they” asked me to negotiate

Mid-East peace,

the epitome of deal-brokering,

the ultimate legacy maker,

the secular holy grail, so as to speak.

Me?

Why not?

So, I tried, as others have, and failed.

And…

My conclusion: the belligerents maintain the conflict, so as to validate themselves and, importantly, to keep revisiting 5-star hotels in relatively pristine European cities…

where nice prostitutes remember their names.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I dreamt I had a backyard.

And in that backyard one day appeared

a monstrously large pig.

It would come and go,

eating and destroying at will.

I tried to catch the pig,

or chase it away,

all to no avail.

Torment and torture,

in my backyard

(in my dreams!),

dirty melting snow.

Peace of mind

and existence,

elusive as the end of a rainbow.

 

©ddr7hd