Thursday, January 12, 2012

The Unnamed


The world's fiber is worn out
by tragedy of young people
with old weltanschauung
living in the pockets
of great illusionists

I see carnage of men
scattered around streets
and transportation units
counting candelabras
to destinations
There is no tunnel
at the end of this morgue
only knifes in the dark
Often they look at me
as tender loving murderess

Guilt mourners
a quiet procession of victims
holding on to the withered flowers
on the caskets of the great despots
in trained devotion
keeping them long after they are gone
The sudden loss of foreign body
in the spine
higher power over the will
leaves them immensely lost
incomprehensibly disoriented
Preserved in the mausoleum
of universal insecurity
their fears await them

The orphans
living in the cold caverns
of crushed civilizations
that's us
What are you looking at?

We are
home bred monsters
You made us
with merciless gestures
in the image
of your ruthless idols


Self portrait

15 comments:

Madonna Julio said...

Outstanding!!!!!

LOLITA said...

Thank you so much, Madonna, I'm honored

Shiv Bhattacharjee said...

when did men become a man ???? go through the pages of history of mankind - very seldom and few incidents - when a man become a true man he is nothing but a hero - a true hero never has a heroine in life and has to leave everything behind - our so called all educated. literate, smart and wise men would love to become heros keeping everything with them - with gratification of all and ever increasing materialistic and sensual pleasures - and being happy to remain psuedo heroes and always compare who is better than whome !!!

LOLITA said...

The more they cling to dead fears, they start confusing the fear with devotion and love and heroism, the loss of identity in collectivist thinking they were forced into is tragic for the generations after the last ww

M Eloise Warnell said...

Such dark and shocking prose - such amazing creative genius. Kisses - M'El ~~

LOLITA said...

Thank you, beauty, you are too kind. I try to convey what I learn beyond what I was thought, and words are insufficient. Kisses

Cal Thomas said...

This is exactly your speed, Natasa. I believe you will find your own thoughts and feelings in this.

LOLITA said...

Thank you, Cal, so kind of you

Constantine Maria Leon said...

You say it with class

LOLITA said...

Thank you, Constantine. Style is terribly expensive habit in literature :)

Shiv Bhattacharjee said...

ignorance and fear are the worst enemies of mankind... illuminate light,,, where there is light there is no darkness and no illusion

LOLITA said...

Thank you Shiv, for your wise response, kisses

Shiv Bhattacharjee said...

welcome dear Natasa.. :)

Dom Gabrielli said...

brilliant natasa. you need to develop these concepts of yours, unravel them further, make a collection. you have what it takes.

LOLITA said...

They'll get me in jail if I develop any more :) they come from a hard to look at place. Thank you Dom, your piece in the Orchard is mind blowing