Archive for the ‘Life & Death & Desecration’ Category

B-29 Enola Gay

Coffee and ham sandwiches,

on our way to a city,

about change history,

in ways unknown,

our flight drones.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Siren, 1900

The funeral was depressing and disappointing

precisely because it was about the wishes and desires

of the living.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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St Nikolai ROC, Eklutna, Alaska

There’s a certain sadness,

when you realize,

that you’ve missed the boat.

And a different kind of sorrow,

when you acknowledge,

you never actually wanted to be on said boat.

Alas, the futility of life,

as constructed and manipulated

by the system,

things, like “king and country”,

embraced by majority,

cannon fodder, time and again,

wasted,

lives blasphemed,

yesterday’s ardor and reason,

as whispers, long forgotten.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Grave Stones

Suicide is not legitimate,

says the man in the ivory tower.

From a comfortable position,

he is free to think and philosophize.

He who doesn’t know true agony, pain,

hopelessness, futility,

screaming-in-my-head existential absurdity,

he is always quick to cast the first stone.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Stéphanie de Beauharnais

Alexandre was guillotined:

It seemed the right thing to do.

And I was married to Karl Ludwig:

hateful turd.

As they say in the classics:

“Life is cheap

and toilet paper is expensive.”

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Конец света (Ukr)

My head feels cold inside,

my heart rises into my throat,

I feel ill, overwhelmed,

betrayed by life and family,

sensing, knowing

impending doom

soon to thunder downstairs.

 

(To be continued…

hopefully)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Fetal Position 1

Desperately seeking security,

we embrace opportunities,

and perversities.

Deception we realize too late

as, gutted, we lie,

unmarked grave.

 

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Halicarnassus Mausoleum

Do you really want to be buried?

Put in ground, consecrated today,

and desecrated tomorrow?

If not people,

then nature and gods,

lay waste, it would seem,

to Artemisia’s hubris.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat