Archive for the ‘Inside & Outside Society’ Category

Black Square

In a dark room, there is peace,

no mirror to reflect in superficially,

no window to see or hear others through.

In a dark room, in quietude,

without external distraction

without sensory stimulation

and base manipulation,

left alone,

there is freedom to be deep,

to detachedly think,

to commune with my soul.

In solitary confinement,

my captors assume I will angrily stew

and tear myself apart,

but they are wrong:

In solitary confinement,

I rejoice!

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Broken Window 2

“Traitor!” said the soldier-guard, holding a gun to the prisoner’s head,

following orders,

compliant.

“To what?!” exclaimed the prisoner, defiant;

true to himself, to the bitter end.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Smolny, 1889

Yesterday, they sent me to an Institute For Noble Maidens.

Today, they send me to prison.

Tomorrow, to the lunatic asylum.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

 

USA Overload

Democracy:

Freedom to vote for anyone (that’s on the list).

Freedom to loathe the 51% who self-importantly call themselves “the majority”.

Freedom to detest the “democratic impetus” imposed upon you – laws made against your wishes and interests.

Freedom to contrast prosperity with despair.

Freedom to believe lies.

Freedom to breathe poison.

Freedom to be compromised, your life complicated beyond feasible.

Freedom to feel like a prisoner.

Freedom to see no place for yourself in the society.

(They don’t really want you in their club, anyway!)

Freedom to want to die.

Post-modern and dystopian, Democracy.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Prison_ Chain Gang

I didn’t,

I wouldn’t,

I shouldn’t,

I doesn’t.

… Beyond tense,

but not beyond tension.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

3D Glasses

Everybody is somebody.

Everybody is expected to be somebody.

Everybody expects you to be somebody.

Same.

Similar.

Different.

Fine line:

recognition,

detection,

rejection.

Detention.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Prison_ Chain Gang

So, they charged me:

treason against the nation-state.

Hah!

I didn’t abide by their rules.

I was true to myself.

Maybe one day someone

will compare and contrast

the charges

with treason against myself,

against reason, decency

and humanity.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Winter Stream, Forest, Sun

 

I see the fools outside, talking and laughing.

*They* think they’re happy.

*I* think they’re deluded,

trash.

Maybe I’m wrong,

and they, with their simple minds are the lucky ones,

easily pleased.

Regardless, their chirping words & laughter,

leave me cold.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Sitting on the bus

with the other convicts,

varying extents of self-awareness

on display,

I realize,

despite our differences

and hatreds,

we’re all the same.

Screwed.

Prisoners

of the choices

we’ve made

and/or

been forced into,

our names

long since signed away,

hopes and dreams

but a fading,

mocking,

memory.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

From my cell window at night,

sometimes they let me see the sky.

Sometimes I am lucky,

if I contort myself enough,

I can see a travelling light which I know (or hope)

is Mir.

I feel a connection,

an appreciation of beauty,

the best of humanity,

yes, hope.

Sometimes it lingers

but never long enough,

and always,

regardless,

it passes.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat