Archive for the ‘Life (Pending)’ Category

I see the guy in the grocery store,

self-important in his suit,

balding, two children in tow,

I’m sure his parents are proud,

he looks like an asshole,

everything I’m not.

I imagine he’s a manager

of some sort,

yes, an exploiter,

I feel my anger grow.

 

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Misunderstood and unappreciated,

festering, hurting, pain;

you’re liable to retaliate,

reverberate,

vitriolic

hate.

 

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Tarnished dream,

the kind that makes you scream.

Reminders mock you,

and break your heart anew.

… Conspiracy of people, place and circumstance,

but for that …

If not for *that*,

you’d be…

free,

where you want to…

Like, in that dream you…

Sigh.

Alas,

pain is true!

 

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Like, when you need a replacement pawn.

Yes, just one.

And you find that single pawns, today, aren’t cheap.

Indeed, you could buy a whole set of pieces…

You understand?

No!

So, you get frustrated.

As you (again!) realize the stupidity of people,

the futility of façades,

rules of supply and demand,

and dictates of the state.

And you want to run away

to a place with a past as complicated as your own,

by choice, it would be an Israeli Kibbutz.

Where you could forget,

be forgotten,

and find success.

One can dream!

Nevertheless,

sooner or later,

you will awaken,

back in Lviv.

 

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Fuck posterity!

I can’t control now

let alone then.

 

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History and bitter experience

tells me that shit is the best I can expect.

People are perfidious turds!

Yet hope springs eternal,

much like a toilet that you fill

manually with a bucket of water

and flush…

 

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Elena Ceaușescu’s last words,

they say,

were screamed

to her executioners

and can be translated,

depending who you listen to,

as:

*Motherfuckers!*

*Cocksuckers!*

*Cunts!*

*You motherfucking assholes!*

*Cunt-sucking-scum!*

… Meanwhile, Nicolae sang and hummed.

 

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Am I seeing stars?

Through the iced-up window,

it is hard to tell.

Nonetheless,

I believe I am seeing stars,

amongst the freezing nebula,

and I close my eyes to focus…

For where there are stars,

there is hope.

 

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According to the review:

the director’s new film shows maturation.

Alas, I read it as masturbation.

So, I watched the film.

Indeed, I was not wrong.

 

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For the sake of sanity and Faith,

hope and a desire to keep to breathing,

I choose to disconnect from the confusion

and depravity,

diagnosis

and conflicting

advice.

Inhale,

Exhale,

Concentrate,

Hope,

Feel,

Believe,

Heal.

 

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