Frequent?    
                         Yes.
      The times        I                am
                      alone.
Writing,
       ­  my fleeting feelings.
My pugnant  emotions.

Thinking     of     new      ways,...
          Dreaming     up      old         things...
If,....        Only,......      
This pen could Scream!..  
                      Reasons        I           Am....

                             ME?

As      I       am,...
         caught up,
                       drawn in,
again     and     again,...
                           and        again,...
                                            ­             and?..
                         Again.

Me.                        Unexplained.

I'm sorry.
I love you.
I'll never leave.
I'll try harder.
I'm lying to you.
Run far and fast.
Cause I'm falling for you.

(                                                 )
/ >> \                                    / << \
/ \                                          / \

X

& he said

THIS IS ALL GETTING TOO MUCH !

TOO STALE !  TOO BORING !

TOO EVIL !  TOO STIFLING !

WE GOT TO BREAK OUT !

GO A NEW WAY !

WE GOT TO CHANGE !

WHAT CAN WE DO TO RENEW OURSELVES !!

///

She pondered long and hard

WELL

she finally said

I BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT TOO

WHAT I THINK IS

MAYBE WE SHOULD START HAVING **** ***

//

His eyes flew open in admiration and wonder !

THAT 'S IT !

he said

THAT 'S IT ! .

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This poem is subtitled

TWO HELLO POETRY POETS

CONTEMPLATING

THE REVOLUTION