Some thoughts on revolution

What is revolution?

That sexy spirit sways so intentionally yet evades fulfillment like the breathing sighs escape capture.

Too long it is given into the thoughts we ignore of feeling truly ignoble.

The sainthood of our most fundamental urges and primal expectations abide, if you will.

I think sometimes we don’t know what we’ll give into until it’s spoken back to us in a way which we never knew we had ears to hear until that very moment.

And maybe we’ll die before admitting what controls us before thought intervenes and what one is willing to partake in at that late hour.

It seems we must earn the right of conserving our hard-fought values which are so often worked to the bone by a very few people, the rest -

in theory with security of society

- constantly under threat by both tyranny of thought and freedom of its direct physical. prisons.

When we think noone is watching….

Then quietly your deepest fires singe from underneath.

and erupt against our schooling.

We are continually being educated against our institutionalized will.

What will we revive?

Who will we be?