Archive for the ‘Perspective’ Category

You see what you wanna see,

yes, I agree,

when I hear what I wanna hear.

(Let me be!)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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Last night’s sex,

tomorrow’s ex.

… Betrayal of sacred act,

sacrilege,

perfidy.

… Intimate enemy.

 

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Yesterday’s sans-culottes,

today’s slut,

tomorrow’s dead.

The “progressives” perceived reality,

embracing that formerly renounced,

through history they flounce.

Verily, there is nothing new under the Sun.

Progress is revolution,

in the truest sense of the word.

In the end, back to the beginning…

 

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TV preacher,

ardent as ever,

talks of the end times prophesies

being realized

(you see it more and more everyday,

the Book of Revelations actualized,

these truly are the last days…).

So, act now, the announcer says,

buy the book,

Revelations & End Times Explained,

for a limited time only…

“Now available in special leather binding,

legacy edition,

a great gift and family heirloom,

to pass on to your grandchildren…”

 

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Too stark, she says,

this thing we have done,

contrasting bad and good,

replacing wrong with “right”…

revolutions and intentions.

Pause, reflect,

so much lost,

a relative black hole.

Indeed, we need to ameliorate,

find appropriate red paint,

restore our fate.

… Is it possible?

Tomorrow…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

History is written by the victors,

so they say.

Actually,

it’s often written by the aggrieved,

those who are sufficiently motivated to

make the point,

to explain their pain.

History,

raison d’être,

as one is yesterday

and today.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Senseless violence, you say, as you shake your head,

dismayed.

Problem is, it’s not senseless.

For the perpetrator the carnage has a reason.

For the victim, the crime is anything but devoid of sense:

it assaults every sensory preceptor in their body,

chews them up, and spits them out.

Violence.

Immoral and illogical,

but not senseless.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

The king of Romania

got off lightly…

He got to walk away.

Exalted life and ivory towers,

yesterday’s émigré.

 

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As an artist,

I realize the impossibility of replicating perfection.

As a plebian,

I understand your frustration and choose to let your criticism slide.

Monika.

 

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“The manda,

she’s got some spunk in her!”

(Fight and cry…)

The soldiers laughed

and went off to die.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat