Archive for the ‘La désenchantée’ Category

satan sowing seeds

You, me,

we,

do everything we can,

constantly try to do the right thing,

and yet,

time after time,

we get pissed upon.

The system, or some minion tool,

always seems to have a taste and need

for blood.

“What a wonderful world.”

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Son altesse la femme

Still seeking meaning,

in a world of pain and hurt,

I’m ready to sell.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Pornokratès, 1878

Cast adrift in an absurd and hurtful world,

we do our best to survive.

Open to the possibility

of comfort and relief,

regardless of source,

solace we crave;

day by day,

more desperate and depraved.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Rouget de Lisle

I’m sorry, I didn’t realize,

liberty, egality and fraternity

were reserved for “citizens”.

Alas, bourgeois nationalism,

and warmongering paternalism,

is not in my blood.

Who, I ask, is impure?

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Towel Thrown In, Boxing Ring

Tired of life,

it shows on his face.

Where once was joy and hope,

now not a trace.

Efforts to progress spat upon,

time and toil,

disappointment, betrayal,

all takes a toll.

(For this he was born?)

A world of hurt and pain,

exploitation and compromise,

where nothing is real or pure,

and everything is lies.

Futility and despair,

soul broken beyond repair.

Everything good has faded,

the future is oblivion,

welcome to jaded.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Salinity, Colorado

If only, people would just *be*

and let be,

and not screw, mess, corrupt, spoil, destroy.

But they seem compelled

to manifest hell,

bring everything and everyone down,

to violate, desecrate, complicate,

to compromise,

whatever is outside their own narrow circle,

their clique.

Sick!

Lowest common denominator,

and survival of the trashiest.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jung 2

The expensive, scientifically proven moisturizer, anti-aging formula, works wonders:

it makes 16-year-old pretty girl models, look something like 16-year-old airbrushed young women.

Go get some today, at selected stores, locally.

Buy the dream.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Claw Marks, Red

Do not underestimate the desperate,

that person you have consigned to disregard,

contempt and loathing.

No matter how “low” they seem to go,

there is always a possibility, a chance, a switch,

and in clawing desperation, ardor and rage,

their ragged fingernails

can and will

shred your hubris,

your face.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

VR 5G, Nokia Ozo

Escape, connect, or both?

Tomorrow, they imply, we can have everything,

virtually!

Modern times, expensive toys,

gimmicks, delusions, ploys,

your lack of imagination is a plus,

as they foster the illusion of choice,

*someone* is pressing our buttons.

… This does not augur well.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Surok, 1987

As rain continues to falls in torrents

and my faith disintegrates,

negative acceptance gives

a slither of grim comfort:

he hates us

and wants us to suffer.

And then what?

It’s not as if I can rely on nature or humanity.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat