Alas… Barriers To Progress

Yes, eager to do,

but cogs are sticking like glue.

Best intentions screwed.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Bitter. Sweet. Somethings.

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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Без крыши, вне закона

She had potential, they say,

and now,

*look* what she has become…

It’s too bad,

it’s such a shame…

But she decided

she didn’t want to play the game.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Soul Food (In the Face Of Doom)

Armageddon looms; warmongers reign,

today, as yesterday.

What chance tomorrow being…?

So, (fuck it!)

I will eat late tonight,

I will satisfy my urge:

Fill the hole,

where once was soul.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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The Progressive (aka Manhattan Life)

Thin Man.

Fat Man.

Dead man.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Dare To Dream…

Dare to dream!

Yes, beautiful moments,

tantalizing hope,

before you get crushed.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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State Of the State, and Its Impact On You

Blank page, joyful thing.

Endless possibilities…

Limited by state.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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TV Sucks You In…

The advertisements provide a valuable service,

reminding me of the life opportunities I’m missing.

So, OK, yes please, sign me up for that extortionate loan today!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Tomorrow’s Problems, Gone, Yesterday…

The town, the people,

hatred, fear,

intractable dilemmas,

well…

Nothing Helena Morgenstern

in Bikini

couldn’t fix.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Living Tomb

Overcome by agony…

I drift into unconsciousness,

it’s a brief respite.

… Fitfully, feverishly I exist …

Alas, when I come to,

the pain is even worse.

(Living tomb)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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