Leave Me In Peace To Eat My Cheese…

I’m happy for you,

really, I am,

your wholesome existential glee.

But please now, be quiet, stay away,

pray think of me,

for whom

your exuberance is draining.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CCXVII: Something shallow about shampoo and deep about peace.

“Oh my god!

I’m speechless!”

she exclaimed,

something about shampoo.

… Speechless?

Seems not, alas,

but we can hope and wish.

… World peace.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CLXXI: Be, Just Be, Sufficient & Free…

When your time of contemplation

becomes a thing of expectation…

beware

and despair,

you’re no longer “there”.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CLI: … The Voice Within, Sometimes It Sings …

You ask me how I write.

Well…

and free.

A gift from God,

indeed.

A passion…

I listen to the voice within,

sometimes it sings.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CXLV: In An Ideal World, You Are The Universe…

Shut the doors and windows,

Turn the TV off.

People confuse and distract,

like cataracts.

…

Silence child,

Listen within,

search wisdom,

meditate.

Your destiny awaits!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CXIII: Touched?

So, I watched Touched By An Angel

(It’s funny the things they let/make you watch on the communal TV in this prison…)

And I’m touched with how, apparently,

God sends His Angels to people who don’t believe in Him.

Actually, that kinda sucks, I think

(Like, where’s my Angel, I believe and I totally need…),

Indeed, as I say my prayers,

I think it all very unfair…

And, I consider, that if you don’t believe in God,

then He shouldn’t believe in you.

…

I try and convey that as best I can to one of the guards,

he laughs, mocks, pushes me down.

Why, I reflect, would I even try?

*SHUT UP!*

I give up.

I acquiesce.

Solitary confinement, I exhale.

And… nothing.

… Nothing.

Ahh…

Silence is bliss.

Perhaps that is my Angel,

after all, maybe I have one:

her name is

peace.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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