In Your Eyes
Now gone are those Autumn days,
All your words and all your ways.
All the love that was in your eyes
Fades like time as November dies.
In my mind, that song plays on,
But now the inspiration’s gone.
Your voice sings softly of regret,
Blurred by alcohol and cigarettes.
Emotions breathe from time to time,
Reminding me that I’ve been blind,
All those months and all those weeks,
Hiding in that time I seek
That’s full of warmth, a rising tide,
Crashing in a sea of lies.
On that street, that wind still blows,
Singing to the streetlight glow.
I’m sick with all the reasons made
To forget that every season fades
As those few months of memory
Reverberate in poetry,
As freely flowing lines of Fall,
Spoken in an empty hall,
With all my anecdotes of fear
Softly falling on deaf ears.
All the love that was in your eyes
Fades with time as passion dies.
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Democracy…. postmortem
With each fascist idea ignored by the apathetic masses
Every fascist act becomes more and more tolerated, more accepted
Every link in the chain of propaganda strengthened, every lie legitimized
With each corporate-media spin of truth believed
Every child indoctrinated, lashed to the pseudo-righteous’ rapture-dream
Every cog in the government machinery lubricated, every gear oiled
With each step towards the fascist’s ideal scenario
Every freedom becomes debased, every right demeaned
Every hope is dimmed, every dream derailed
With each day we become more and more controlled
Every thought a supplanted subconscious saga
Every viewpoint is skewed toward the fascist’s notions
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