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Atoms Are Not Things; They’re Tendencies

Posted in Existentialism, Musings, nature, Poetry, Science with tags , , , , , on February 29, 2012 by drevolutionary1

I control my reality
Quantum states on an everyday basis
Contemplating what my thoughts are laced with
The tendencies of atoms we’re faced with

Thoughts become things
A series of chains reactions
Chemical reactions in my brain
Creating this thing called existence

Indulge me in my persistance
As I enlighten you in this
A new way of thinking
Shedding groups of particle-waves linking

Do you understand what this means?
That there is a difference in what we all see?
That both I and you make me?
We control both the bird and the tree.

Think on that my friend
For you will find solace in your epiphany
The truth is stranger than fiction
There is no reality


Solace (let the sunshine in)

Posted in Existentialism, God, Musings, Personal Life, Poetry, Religion on February 23, 2011 by drevolutionary1

oh bastion of salvation
i entreat thee
embrace me

carry my woes to the ends of the earth
give me solace in time of grief
cast out the darkness that consumes
and the venom that burns

Roll like the gentle stream
And the nimbus on a calm sunny day
Take my fears away
I’ll try not to stray

When I look upon the horizon
Your light ushers in a new dawn
In that moment
I am a believer

Stealing away into my thoughts
safe from menacing eschew
There’s a nagging feeling
“Can this be true?”


Posted in Existentialism, Musings, Poetry, Random on August 8, 2010 by drevolutionary1

We all have our own spheres
Each one safe from certain fears
A venue for free self-expression
Categorically free of opression

But only for the moment

We juggle them on the daily
Alas, they can become too numerous
One might find themself flailing
Trying to reconcile the incongrous

Be true to you boo
Be tru in eveythang u do
Cuz ur only livin life for you

Hiding is only good but so long
I want you to be strong
Learn to love your inner song

As a child you loved yourself
Don’t let society change that
Don’t undermine your inner-wealth
Or your song will sound flat

Abundance not scarcity
Radiance not darkness


Posted in Existentialism, Musings, Poetry, Random, TBC on July 27, 2010 by drevolutionary1

I’m on a plane above life
below… conflict, strife
sincere truth I so desire
and the fire, it must be quenched…

it must burn like a million stars
provide the clarity necessary
to see the ways of life bizarre
afar, so afar it all seems…

and yet gentle streams flow
trees and crops grow
thriving wildlife in tow
then us mythical creatures, we’re the real show…

some day when we are long gone
others will look on
perhaps with bemusement
no memories, but glorious ruins of monument

INTP Ponderings

Posted in Existentialism, God, Ontology, Personal Life, Poetry on January 7, 2010 by drevolutionary1

Defining one’s self
Traversing the terrain, life’s expedition
This is the stuff of the human condition

Trying to give some meaning to this existence
Confined by the freedom of open spaces
Deceived by a sea of smilingfaces
Doubletalk and shades of speculation

theTruth seems to have no definitive location
And neither sage nor prophet are my vocation
Certainty is not my creation, for I am not sanctioned
This all probably sounds like a nihilist declaration

How do I determine my purpose for existence?
I fret the answer remains hidden despite arduous persistence
Resistance to a belief in a higher being’s will I will admit
But evidence in support reveals itself err’day

What is my function?
I suspect it’s not as simplistic as conjunction-junction
I’ve been reaching for one thing for years
A road tempered with blood, sweat, and tears

And Who Am I? Really, Who Am I?
Is “I” the composite of he, she, and them?
Is there something truly that comes from within?
Are we doomed to depend on others to define ourselves?

I feel like that last piece of the puzzle that fails to fit
Like a body in free fall over a bottomless pit
Every which way I turn I get motion sick
I’m sick and tired of this shit

Sometimes I spend too much time in my mind
It gets quiet, but I hate the silence
Because I have to deal with the verbal violence
I guess that’s why they say no man’s an island.