Those were the years that wanted
to be wild ...
We played with love
on a stringless guitar .
fishing for hallucinations
off the coasts of Ibiza
or in the lagoon of Goa .
We made life ,
and sometime ,
we didn't wake up .
Illusions also pass away
and Lennon was just
a consummer ...
In those days ,
girls wore their hair long
like boys .
Gender was combined
with the unknown .
We were red or black ,
planting flowers in the guns .
Dude ! join the dance
to change the words
by blowing up the parliament !
Vinyl records for autistic teens
who were riding the little wooden horse
of the destiny !
I was a well-behaved child
who was rewarded on wednesday
with Mickey mouse magazine !
Was I aware that I was making
america great again ?
At school ,I wore a star spangled
blue apron ,would become
at a silly age a verdigris nato
environmentalist ...
You see not everything
was worth throwing away ...
Janis Joplin had already
made a gliding flight
and Morrison married the end.
The garden of delights
is closed to the public .
There was too many people
hanging from the branches
of the good and worse tree...
Lucy takes me in the sky
or somewhere in Somalia .
The psychedelic nightmare
has gone digital ...
Good night .
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 5th, 2025 08:06
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Comments3
Images of the past float and filter through this poem of nostalgia burning on fires of the present. The smell of melting vinal records turns to odorless digital autotune where society is now pitch corrected. A lovely write of the past now buried under disposable consumer trash. Loved it
What form will take the next societal nightmare ? I'll tell you more about that later !
An epitaph to an entire era that lived through an explosion of rebellion, idealism, and psychedelic freedom — only to awaken in a digital nightmare, where the dreams of the past survive only as shadows. Colorful kaleidoscopes and existential quests have given way to digital algorithms, global advertising, and faceless social media.
The ending is sharp and cold, like a sudden drop into the void. This poem is a farewell to a world that can no longer be returned to.
Brilliantly written.
Brilliant analysis ! " I am impressed ! ''
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