Archive for the ‘Twisted World Projections’ Category

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

 

Casanova and Byron,

bastards both, apparently.

Literally and figuratively.

A TV documentary informed.

*Bastard*?

A repulsive word,

somehow back in fashion,

inappropriately,

nastily

applied,

like cunt,

and a virgin

touched

for the fifteenth time.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Today,

the powers that be

decided to be…

educational,

perhaps,

or

sow yet more frustration…

Induced dementia…

Two channels:

one showed chess,

one fencing.

The switch on the set,

today,

allowed me to change between the two.

Frankly, I couldn’t decide,

(a bizarre kind of dilemma).

My mind numb,

confusing commentary,

I wanted to understand,

instead I felt dizzy.

Totally overcome.

And

I fell down.

 

©ddr7hd

 

Superheroes, cops, agents, and the like,

gone,

enter commercials, adverts…

selling banalities, souls, and the perverse.

Blaringly loud,

music jingles and clanging voices,

capitalist, consumerist overload…

*Blown!*

The TV seemed to be stuck,

it was dementing,

I tried to change the channel,

I tried to switch it off,

I tried to turn it down,

it wouldn’t budge.

It was torture.

“Welcome to the future!”

boomed an ominous tone…

If this was that,

the 21st Century,

then I was glad to be inside,

outside society,

to live and die,

hopefully in peace and alone.

 

©ddr7hd

 

My captors gave me a small television set.

Only two channels,

it reminded me of my childhood.

What were my captors thinking?

Those superheroes of TV,

fighting evil and blasphemy,

week after week,

the kind of shit that would send

normal people into breakdown,

but *they* bounce back,

again and again,

with a smile and a shrug,

to fight another day,

never tired,

never scared.

They are a bad example.

 

©ddr7hd

 

They told me it was the end of the world.

Saddened, upset, I gradually adjusted

and came to accept.

Prepared and at peace,

I waited.

And waited.

And, alas,

the end didn’t come.

Tomorrow was as yesterday

and my peace was gone.

 

©ddr7hd

 

Something about love,

Valentine’s Day, so they say.

… Platitudes hollow.

©ddr7hd

Okay.

So…

I didn’t read, listen to, or watch the news today.

Sadly, I still know what happened:

Pain, despair, treachery, with occasional meaningless triumph.

Murder, torture, one way or another, war.

Rape, perversion, violation, everyday.

Sigh, alas.

In a way,

I don’t need to know the details,

it happens, I know it does,

yesterday, today, tomorrow,

that’s bad enough.

To know…

Messed-up.

Sick, sad society.

 

©ddr7hd

 

They use and abuse the tool

(Screw creator’s plan!),

they pervert purpose and potential

(Desecrated woman!) …

They badmouth and besmirch

when the tool cuts,

they cry as they get hurt.

My,

oh my,

how they lie,

how they connive,

and disregard the fact

of a screwdriver.

 

©ddr7hd

 

People,

organizations,

money,

power,

fame,

emotions,

pissing competitions…

The things you think of as life.

I’m tired of being your pawn,

your cannon fodder,

your expendable, nameless tool.

I’m tired of the life you have planned for me,

your manipulated fool.

 

©ddr7hd