“Maestro,” he said mockingly, knowingly,
“Stars belong only in the sky,
far from human grasp.”
(To be continued…)
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Archive for the ‘Vignette’ Category
Глава 1996: “Stardom” Is Bestowed Too Easily
Posted: 2020-05-18 in ©SvetkaSamizdat, Blick!, Вид, Роман?, Fallen Humanity, La désenchantée, Pensées du jour, Pensées pour la nuit, Sick Sad Society, Vignette1
Глава 1989: Memories & Ghosts
Posted: 2020-05-11 in ©SvetkaSamizdat, Blick!, Память, Роман?, Vignette
Memories,
like the ghost of an oily cat,
rubbing itself against my window,
begging to be let in.
(To be continued…)
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Глава 1986: New Page
Posted: 2020-05-08 in ©SvetkaSamizdat, Роман?, Увы!, Existential Angst, Thinker's Gotta Think!, Vignette, Writer's Gotta Write!
I turned over a new page,
decided on a fresh start,
determined to do …
But, alas, the new page was soon as messy as all the previous,
confused, complicated, compromised, attempts.
(To be continued…)
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Глава 1975: True To Himself, To the Bitter End
Posted: 2020-04-27 in ©SvetkaSamizdat, Вихрь, Власть и страсть, Роман?, Inside & Outside Society, Perception, Perspective, Soul vs System, Vignette
“Traitor!” said the soldier-guard, holding a gun to the prisoner’s head,
following orders,
compliant.
“To what?!” exclaimed the prisoner, defiant;
true to himself, to the bitter end.
(To be continued…)
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Chapter 86: Situation Changed
Posted: 2019-11-26 in ...блять!, ©SvetkaSamizdat, Распад, Роман?, Vignette
Seconds from being happy,
I spill my coffee …
(To be continued…)
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“Go for the low hanging fruit,” he said.
Uncomprehending, she paused, then smiled:
“Oh, you mean the testicles!”
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She simpers and blows him a kiss.
(Some kind of idyll and bliss…)
He feels a tantalizing breeze on his cheek,
in his mind
he sees her…
*Fresh*,
fresh
as Palmen am Meer,
Tanzmusik aus Kambodscha.
… Schöne Tag,
1968.
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Back In “the Day”…
Posted: 2019-05-13 in ©SvetkaSamizdat, Мысли на день, Мысли на ночь, Память, Понимание, TV, Vignette
Right day, wrong year…
I watch some TV,
This thing they show me…
Alas, it’s all too apparent,
mediocrity pays.
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Funeral Pyre… Flames Burn Long After Body’s Gone.
Posted: 2019-05-06 in ...блять!, ©SvetkaSamizdat, Capitalism Is Death, Fucked-Up Families, Perfidie, Perfidy, Vignette
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.
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Lilli’s mother,
who remains at heart a Nazi,
once told her:
it is good for children to play in dirt.
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