flipping through the ole lj

[cerebe]

so i hadn't gone back and read my lj's back posts in a while so i did that.  although i'm not exactly a regular poster i did get a good look into my psyche, i guess.   I guess there is good and bad and i don't know exactly how to start discerning the two from how i used to be.  I like who I am now regardless of how or who i've been in the past years.

this reflection prompted some reading of my old high school poems here is one titled "revolution"

it's here
in fact it's been here
weather you believe it or not it has always
been here

we claim to be blind and weak but we really know
we know the truth of thing how and what
we had been given the truth
but we ignore the obvious

revolutions are said to be caused by radical ideas
yeah right this revolution is common sense
weather we admit it is true or not
my revolution will always be known

known to others known to me
and just maybe it will be solved by those who know
but no it will never be that simple
no one will help me i know better

my self centered little revolution is mine to deal with
and yours to watch and taunt with the usual insults
but mine is mine and i value what little is mine
so strangly enough i value the revolution, my revolution

the thing that causes the most pain i value with my life
weird that i would consider it like that, the revolution
the revolt of my mind i want to stay? is that what i'm saying
i don't understand myself anymore if that is what i think

oh well let it rage on
the revolution of my mind that is