Archive for the ‘Perfidie’ Category

Rouget de Lisle

I’m sorry, I didn’t realize,

liberty, egality and fraternity

were reserved for “citizens”.

Alas, bourgeois nationalism,

and warmongering paternalism,

is not in my blood.

Who, I ask, is impure?

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Broken 3

Seized with terror,

sickened inside,

as I’m reminded (yet again!)

of my isolation

and fragility,

in the face of constant struggle,

total futility.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus…

I’m tired of fighting!

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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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