Perhaps I Was Born An Anarchist

I am a revolutionary

Maybe I was born that way

But I know I have grown that way

I will not be the leader

That will change the world

But I want to be one of those

Who inspire them to strive for revolution

Or at least inspire those that will support

Be it my children or my children's children

Or the stranger I once met with simple kindness

Who had their world shifted.

Sometimes I Don't Like My Friends

Sometimes I don't like my friends

But I can't blame that on them

They just want real meaningful relationships

And often I second guess

My ability to invest

So much

Is it strange to want superficial acquaintances

That I can ignore when I don't want to deal with things?

Maybe

But when I try triviality with what I have

And we play our pointless games

I realize that I want more than shallow entertainment

A memory of faces and names

But that's not where the problem lies

Where does my problem lie?

For is the problem lies?

LIES! LIES!

I don't often lie

I just fail to fill in the blanks

Leaving gaping holes in your understanding

Of me.

Maybe I'm just jealous of my friends' friends

Or at least that is the mood in which I tend

to repose.

Its not that I don't want real meaningful relationships

But perhaps there is a limit

On mutual benefit

Before they lose all meaning

Does quantity reduce quality?

I have the knowledge that I would reject them all

For one soul communing commitment.

But I don't really think that is needed...

Or healthy.

So as we all sing along 

While making our moves

Because we are your friends!

You'll never be alone again!

But alone and lonely are two different things

And I usually prefer the former.

Sometimes I don't like my friends

But I try to pretend...

Otherwise.

I know that those times they frustrate me most

Are the same times that I need them close

So Come On!

Come On!

COME ON!

But I don't want to let anyone else in a little bit

When I haven't even let anyone all the way in

O, GOD... not even God,

though I am sure he knows what is Best

I just wish I knew what that was.

Because sometimes I am alone and not lonely

And sometimes I don't like my friends

But I always love them.

Maybe too much.

The Agony Of Defeat Versus The Power Of Knowing That The Victory Would Not Have Ended Up Leading Where You Wanted To Go Anyway.

Where is the point of departure

From what is real 

Into the Realm Of Disbelief?

And where must faith

Take over from knowledge?

There is a disconnect

Between what I know

And what I believe.

I believe far more

Than my actual knowledge 

Could ever make legitimate.

A FACE IS A PERSON TOO!

The face is the place where emotions are revealed to the world

Whether you face pain or happiness

What is in the store houses of the soul

That we reveal to those that know us most intimately?

Stop Go

Stop Go

Change Flow

Trade the Needs and Wants for unknowns

Opening over understanding

That time is finite and does not limit our existence.

The opening act is where the story is set

And where the characters are introduced.

In the entire existence of Humanity

We have yet to leave our introduction

In the Second Scene

In the First Act.