Archive for the ‘Perfidie’ 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

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

TVs, Old-Stlye & Green Screens

So much bullshit,

but with enough elements of truth,

to convince

and scare you to the core.

This thing they present as factual entertainment,

wherein elaborate make-up and special effects,

in scope and scale,

are behind only actors’ pay,

advertizers’ money,

fabrications

and lies.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Surgut, Storm Looms

Tired and forlorn,

every day seems

a perfect storm.

 

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False Dmitry 1 swears allegiance to king Sigismund III Vasa

Teetering, verge of break…

How many false Dmitris can we take?

Sun shines,

rays through glass,

lives and objects fade.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Fetal Position 1

Desperately seeking security,

we embrace opportunities,

and perversities.

Deception we realize too late

as, gutted, we lie,

unmarked grave.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Forest Fire

The death of a loved one,

so traumatic, I’ll never forget,

and always regret,

the torrent

of destruction that followed.

Unholy purgatory,

minions of hell,

perverted concepts of revenge.

All so unnecessary,

curse and theft,

it breaks my heart

perpetually.

Life amongst the living dead,

alas, selfish,

perfidious clan.

Goodbye.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat