quite the revolution

Contemplation

Given the space
What one might encounter
On its own accord
Could stun lords into complacency

We seek revolution
We are wanting seasons to transform into silence
We are wanting good people
To admit they’ve done wrong

We want redemption
For our own pain

Inside of stillness
We realize the truths of our desires
To be less of what we already are
When the wind blows our direction
We notice angst in where we are
We want to go back
To a place where we are cradled
From our dissatisfaction

Look no further
Your white soul perches
On the edge of disaster

Do you jump
Or do you wait to degrade
Into uncertainty
For a life you may have lived only stifles
This one you’re on now

We can’t fight our own souls
As much as we can fight
Our breath
To the death

Where is salvation
Where is my hope
I demand answers
For questions no one dares ask
Whilst my life withers away
I bleed to fill in the gaps
I bleed to make amends
For generations of misguided nostalgia

I die inside the suit I have sewn for myself
I buy flowers to justify my funeral
Crystalline devotion
The last of its kind

An attempt to press the start button
On a game already in progress
My edges fray in context of who I’m supposed to be
I halt in the name of good judgment

Who will wipe mud from the shoes of the holy

When devastation holds opportunity for catastrophic progress
We cannot fear the onslaught of hyped-up configurations
For journeys of our kind
We seek vengeance

Peer into my eyes
And witness your own unfolding
Hold onto what you do not seek
Your salvation lies in waiting
Your namesake requires corroboration
Dilapidated castles on the brink of extinction

Monsters hide lies from those
Who cannot accept their own humanity
Kill yourself to justify your existence
Don’t cower in the wake of catapulsion

Hope for tomorrow
And know it’s not yours to play with

Quite the revolution
For a person so steeped in revelry
Look no further than to all it may be

Mind your manners and shut your mouth
You cannot win in a war of worlds
You cannot win in a life ruled by devastation
You cannot hide your face from mistaken desires

Your joy lies in waiting
Your penance is on the line

--June 29 2015
   jitana