Archive for the ‘Perfidie’ Category

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Greed, money, power,

Trumps morality, descent,

lies and betrayal.

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(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Perfidy_ Flowers & Knife

Enemies, and friends,

family members, near and dear,

*will* stab you in back.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

8.10 Digitized Sky Survey

Oozing neediness,

still, no one will come to help,

smiling as I drown.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

NZ_ Rotorua

Hope springs eternal (so they say).

Or, at least, it tries to.

But when our experience tells us otherwise,

threshold crossed,

overwhelmed by betrayal and lies,

that part inside, bleeding, dies.

We don’t want to be hurt anymore:

who can blame us for that?

… Hope springs, yes,

then spits in face,

disappoints,

evaporates.

Good bye.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Kara Daga, Krym

Strange:

they don’t seem to mind making an enemy of me.

… One day they’ll be sorry.

Let me state clearly:

I write for the disenchanted, the hurting,

the violated, the betrayed.

I write for you.

I write for me.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

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Everybody but me

seems intrinsically happy,

satisfied,

moods improved by sunshine and warmth.

This apparent reality depresses me even more,

isolated,

feeling nauseous to the core,

violated.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

The Worship of Mammon

The vileness we find ourselves in

demands a reaction,

one way or another.

Everything is unfair

and the pain seem inescapable.

Treacherous solar winds radiate,

burning, searing,

bodies and minds.

People instinctively lie,

complicate,

and violate,

cloaking it in “progressive” vibes,

stroking egos and fatty tissue…

(In reality they don’t give a shit,

but they want to appear “legit”;

hollow scum, festering liberal cankers!)

If I could,

I would sleep like a child,

10, 12 hours,

and expect everything better

in morning rising.

(*As if!*)

For people to be genuine…

That is my dream.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat