Archive for the ‘Pensées pour la nuit’ Category

Wm i Mn 2

He whispers sweet somethings in my ear.

I smile, aware that I’m dreaming.

Gutted inside and mind,

waiting for the next stab in the back.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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It seems everything I prayed about,

wished, hoped and believed

yesterday,

has become inverted,

being flung in my face,

tauntingly,

today.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

2014.01.29

Nothing is impossible,

it seems,

except improvement

of situation.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Perfidy_ Flowers & Knife

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.

People

and perfidy.

Do you really want to know

what the future holds?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Pissant (Formica rufa)

Pray about it!

Sure, OK,

but I resent my sacred prayers

being devoted to

pissants.

 

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Death Valley 2

Sometimes,

an overwhelming futility feeling

washes over me

and I lose all energy,

all sense of possibility…

the future is foreboding,

no point in continuing,

no point in anything,

beyond this present moment…

I lie on the floor,

detach,

it’s all I have

and all I can expect.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Pained

This morning,

I read a book, an article or two,

and I learned something

intriguing.

Now, some hours have passed,

work and chores demanded,

my mind bombarded,

banal clutter and noise.

And

I feel dazed.

Only a vague memory remains,

a hazy, untouchable recollection,

that I used to know something

which was intriguing.

… Alas, frustrating,

deadening life.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Sophie Momoro

The bourgeois liberals get overly excited,

carried away,

decadent excess, some say.

Alas, entirely reasonable,

understandable behavior,

I counter:

For, once the Divine is removed from our thinking,

what grounds for satisfaction do we have

beyond carnal, sensual pleasure,

base indulgence and arousal?

… Yes, let them eat cake too!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Paris, 1930s

Prostitute?

No!

We say: Courtesan,

it benefits the man.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Hole (Sky View)

We play the game

(though it degrades us),

we are told we are meant to play,

and we believe it proper

(but, inside, if we listen,

it *feels* so wrong).

… Molested soul,

gaping hole:

the more you take,

the bigger it grows!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat