i once stood
within my own shipwreck
blaming cruel seas
years past
flotsam and jetsam
built a driftwood home
when storms came
that ramshackle shelter
self-destructed
while i
cursed foul weather
looking outward
never seeking inward
i decried a faithless fate
unt
a blinding truth
ransacked
an unseeing mind
simply that
I ALONE
am the author
of my own life-long
melodrama
none other than me
bore this responsibility
of such a tangled
tragicomedy
We boast of grand aim to share our utmost
Yet, we are lost in our selfishness’ post…
Craving for more, we yearn for much grant
Never contented, we grumble and rant.
Such is tragicomedy within heart
tragic if mind from its dart can't depart...
Comedy when awareness loses sight
As soul stays glad in denial's delight.
*1 Timothy 6:6 But godliness with contentment is great gain.
June 27, 2022
Edited on November 20, 2022
Sitting in the audience
behind my eyes
content with my popcorn
i watch myself and
my all fellow actors
perform our epic drama
I’m not sure what to call it
tragicomedy perhaps
here on the world stage
Our script is sparkling
trenchant and deep
the characters so real,
and we have the most convincing
props and scenery -
mountains of joy
rivers of seduction
flamingos of silly hopes
kangaroos of impulse
heroes of grim determination
clouds of possibility
chasms of loss
I am especially charmed
that not only all the other people
but all the things - cars,
houses, trees, baseballs,
thunderclouds, etc. -
everything in fact -
is every bit as alive
as I am myself
with my bit part
no longer the tragic heroine
in her gashed black silk
just the cat
purring
in a puddle of sunlight
Don't be cold
If I died
would you care?
If I hung myself
In a fit of despair
would you shed a tear?
Would you miss me, dear?
Would you be relieved?
The end of evil me
had came
all my words in vain
everything is vanity anyways
everyone lies down
at the end of days
in this tragicomedy
I've made you a melody
And gave your heart back
Nothing now you lack
I hope you have
a wonderful future
hope it all comes true
for you
Hope you're happy as can be
free of all disease
explore nature
and nurture her
I wish you no harm
I wish you well
West has supported us
sinserely and honestly
planting seeds of democracy
and sustainable society
in our crude land,
but hearts of our people
still attached very strong
to old illusions,
and Kremlin genius
very artful and virtuoso
manipylated and played with our post-soviet nostalgias and syndromes,
pushing us back in USSR on and on.
We have hated our freedom, alas,
and greed for instant hot money along.
Humiliation not the word,
tell me, experts, how long
this tragicomedy in 1/7 part of world prolong?
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