Change

Take words, elucidate, make thoughts grow stronger.
Make out that thoughts may stretch to substance.
Take real thoughts, apply them to experience.
Make real people think thoughts through to form
Existence.

Storm through walls of bricks and blood and
Shove in rows of dogma, concepts, hate.
Throw out reality, messy in its straggling,
  meandering thoughtless inability to conform.

Take heed, see now the results of free thinking:
More Bastards and Whores; More Dykes and Queers.
How more news and data make life more unsettling -
Why not subdue your fear, ensuing from such change?

One should pursue the concepts of poetry and legend,
Heroic deeds that transcend mere life.
Who knows, in time, life could echo those scholarly abstracts,
That theology of strife, anchored in physical
Resistance.

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Children learn their concepts young, rote actions from
Those that take their concepts from, their parents and
Who chose to belong. Are they wrong? Am I strong
If I choose my own concepts as fodder for my young, will
Persistence

force through the folds of woolly-thinking merchants, and drag them
along?

Piercing history with axioms sub-atomically formed, is it wrong?
Should we make it easier for our children to belong?
Perhaps, or Perhaps their children might be better carried along
By the doctrine whispered today that may become their future song.

We may be weakened, enfeebled by our jumbled thoughts, stride forth
And maybe even allow our grandchildren, and on be finally strong.

Perhaps we should believe some of what we say, and too be swept along.