nice pretty words

It has been hard
lately
for me to
indulge
in beauty

when it is not
intrinsically linked
to revolution.

It would be
wrong
for me to say
that i had been
only dealing
in ugliness
just because
I have found
myself
dwelling on the
death
deceit
and destruction
that seems to
absorb the daily news
and my daily planet.

because I have seen
great
beauty
in between the lines
of poets
and singers
and rows of people
coming together
for the beginning
of something new
and not against
something that
has more
than runs its course.

I have felt my blood
pump faster because
it united with the blood
of 100 other people
in the same space
reaching together
in clenched fists
for a better tomorrow.

I have found my mind
wandering into
bedrooms
where it can lay
in my body
with the pumped
fists and the bodies
attached
and the beautiful minds
underneath
singing revolution song
and making a better
world with our hips
neglecting anything
but ourselves
until we are two
frames for pictures
of a new world order

Because I have been
very self-involved
lately.
despite my quest
for knowledge
and my sore
muscles
from pushing against
walls of beaurocracy
I have been doing
it all for me.
Because I love it
and I have been looking
for some nice pretty words
to talk about my love
of reshaping our culture
with my own hands
and waxing philospophical
in a hotel jacuzzi
with people I have wanted to
meet for years
and being blown away that
they want to
meet me too.

And it's really that
last part that sticks
because even Mother Theresa
had to have gotten
some pleasure out of
her work.
And I have been looking
for some nice pretty words
lately
to explain why I love
what I do.