Old Floridian Parchment

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Old Floridian parchment
Written histories upon ink stains
How to think within today’s tragedies
Wondering how any sanity can remain

We try to build ourselves back up
When the world tears itself down
The ruckus in the middle of silence
The tears when you can’t quite frown

Truth isn’t worth what it used to be
Righteousness has overtaken the price
We struggle to exist without persecution
They’re coming for you, even if we play nice

A Gleam In Your Eye

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A gleam in your eye
Like we’re getting away with it
A quiet moment for ourselves
Not exactly what you expected

A touch more intense than you’re used to

But I only know how to kiss deeply
I’m trying to reach your soul
& feel every heartbeat

Rereading Orwell And Taking Notes

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Rereading Orwell and taking notes
Not going to be ruled nor romanced
By an adolescent philosophy
Anyone’s faulty & retched political stance

We need to think for ourselves again
Too many left for dead it seems
Generation of choreographed absurdity
& gathering the news by sharing memes

But I have faith we can regain our promise
By exposing kindness & compassion instead
It is possible to lead by inspiration
Instead of ruling by threats & dread

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and another thing;
a note to those in power
we need to rename political parties
CSPAN is the lamest way to spend an hour