Archive for the ‘Thoughts For The Night’ Category

They make your life a misery.

Their choices imposed on your reality.

Your neighbor, man in the street,

voices on a bus, flashlight in your face.

Beat, beat, beat,

demonic metronome…

objective: soul broken.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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Yes, I can.

But how I resent

adding that banality

to my mindbank.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

A long day.

I worked hard,

I did as expected

and directed.

It was a good day,

they tell me,

productive

and well done.

… My soul, alas,

laments:

the destructive.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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Freedom,

if it exists,

or is even possible,

may be expressed and reflected

in thoughts and words unspoken,

sometimes written.

It is not, however,

in, or guaranteed by,

any code or constitution.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

It was a good day,

I was doing well,

until other people happened,

imposed

their true nature.

… People are people, alas.

… Selfish, so selfish,

aren’t we all?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Kitai

Ardently, as an indulged, petulant toddler,

they express and embody

exceptionalism

(American, German, Arabian…),

all *so special*.

Precocious and atrocious:

Look out world!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

In my hopeful moments

I determine to pick up

the missing pieces.

Life…

Neverending thesis.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Grenlandiya (Qooroq)

Alas, tomorrow became today.

Freeze, melt, refreeze;

memories, fears,

inconsistencies.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Nevskoye..

Yesterday was a long time ago.

I drink to forget tomorrow.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“Doggerel!”

they exclaimed,

dismissing it,

blindly

and deliberately

missing the beauty.

… Elitist

pissing contest.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat