Joy

Fundamentally, in this fallen world,

we like to see people…

humiliated.

This is our joy.

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If we are fortunate,

we will sleep through it.

 

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Trying…

Nothing is impossible,

it seems,

except improvement

of situation.

 

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Prophecy…

I’m breathing

and I’m living,

not exactly as expected,

or hoped,

perhaps.

Nonetheless…

Twists and turns of life,

of knives in back,

after all,

will screw with potential,

dreams,

and glasses half full.

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People

and perfidy.

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Do you really want to know

what the future holds?

 

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As the Sun Rises, My Heart Sinks (aka La désenchantée)

Where once there was possibility,

now there is misery.

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Life.

Hope.

Memories.

 

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Living the Dream

“We all got the same 24 hours in a day,”

TV Man says (hubris and chagrin),

“You want to succeed, people?

Stop complaining and

organize your time!”

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Maybe TV Man don’t realize,

care,

or understand why,

Maria’s got three jobs.

(This is the Dream?)

 

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Repercussions…

I’m in the hotel room,

watching TV, sound turned down.

A fat Englishman is allowing himself to be humiliated,

he’s a comedian, overly well paid,

and the spectacle, I gather,

is for charity.

So, everybody is laughing and cheering raucously,

pleased to be participating in a good cause,

self-righteously glowing.

I can tell this without hearing the English words or general TV noise,

which would only confuse and repulse me.

I can also tell that somewhere nearby, tomorrow,

in a schoolyard, a playground, a city street,

a child, or several,

will be tortured by their classmates,

pretend friends,

who right now are smirking,

inspired by this comedy show.

Charity indeed.

 

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Нет ничего нового под солнцем!

Teetering, verge of break…

How many false Dmitris can we take?

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Sun shines,

rays through glass,

lives and objects fade.

 

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Reasons For Treason (v1)

Nothing seems to motivate people

(and evil)

quite like the prospect of wealth

and power.

Treason against self and collective,

“better angels” left to piss in wind.

 

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Promises & Expectations, Pummelled & Smashed.

On reflection, after the matter of fact,

I preferred it when, in ignorance and hope,

I thought that happiness,

and fulfilment of potential,

was still possible.

… Tomorrow,

I don’t feel inclined to try …

(Always someone’s waiting

to bring you down!)

 

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Courtesan (aka “The Good Old Days”)

Prostitute?

No!

We say: Courtesan,

it benefits the man.

 

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