Archive for the Musings Category

projection

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

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First Time Investor

Posted in Love, Musings, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on June 24, 2010 by drevolutionary1

Investments and Returns
Nail-biting, stomach churns
Doubt precludes
but something inside yearns

I don’t wanna fail
I don’t wanna fuck up
Put trust in the wrong bonds
end up bankrupt

But how much risk is enough?
How much risk is too much?
When your heart’s on the line
you can’t let your stocks decline

Let’s say I invest
What then is my return?
There’s no statistical test
No strategy to learn…

Share profits and earnings
Companies wanted to merge
But somehow they were passed over
Plenty of times on the verge…

Reliance on market predictions is too heavy
Sometimes it’s OK to trust instincts
But is the emotional capital there?
No way to tell for sure, and it’s no fair

That’s. Trade.

Carved By the Gods… (yessss)

Posted in blackness, Musings, Random on March 18, 2010 by drevolutionary1

I saw the most beautiful man today with the most gorgeous face. It was like it was carved by gods. He had skin the color of milk chocolate and dark brown eyes framed by long lashes and thick brows. He had a shiny bald head and a lightly trimmed full beard that set his impressive face. His lips were pink and luscious like cotton candy and the only imperfection—if you could call it that—was a unassuming dark circle, a mole, placed slightly above his cheek. Tall, and with a swimmers build, he wore professional attire—under which I could only image existed ripples, sinews, valleys, hills… (un?)touched. I couldn’t help but stare and busied myself looking at other things. Yet, my eyes were still magnetized to his face. And when it came time for me to part I took a mental note. I wanted to remember this moment, no matter how ephemeral or fleeting it seemed to be.

Out Of The Woods…

Posted in Musings, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 5, 2010 by drevolutionary1

am i out of the woods?
dealing
with
men and their woods?
everything they do to get the goods?
all the wannabe thugs and hoods?

am i out of the woods?
immune
to
heartbreak
unbearable heartache
and i realize all that’s at steak…

am i out of the woods?
when it comes to
doubting myself
building my self-worth above all else
recognizing my inner wealth

am i out of the woods?
safe
from
youthful naïveté
the “he say, she say”
the games adults play

am i out of the woods?
over
contemplating
life’s mystery
the universe’s beauty and complexity
what my future holds in store for me

am i out of the woods?
i’ll look to my elders
pick up their maps
take note of their tracks
make my own path too
and never look back

longing

Posted in Love, Musings, Poetry on January 26, 2010 by drevolutionary1

Longing is cruel
A game relived by the fool
All are subject to it’s rule
At least most are according to my thumb…

My futurethoughts prevent me
My presentlust tempts me
Should I entertain the idea of you?
Should I attempt to explain what I’m feeling for you?

Could we deal with the short-lived?
The uncertainty of the true-loved?
A Worthy investment of time and energy?
Or simply glorified fallacy?

Memories of the U

Posted in Musings, Personal Life on January 8, 2010 by drevolutionary1

Uni-vers-ity
How weird…
Unity is what we seek
Verses experientially inspired
City highs—an urban domain
A chain of devotions to knowledge and truth

Veritas/Utilitas

The frats stompING and showING
A sweet melody plays serving
as an undertone to a
Sea of accents, ebbing and flowing
And the clock tower chimes…

It can be heard in the valley
Or at the hotdog stands
Suits and fitteds juxtaposed
alongside miniskirts and pantsuits
The leaders of tomorrow, today

Frenemies abound—beware!
You know them from these 4 years
This is when you are so keenly aware
That thoughts become… THINGS

Soaring on a birds wings you may
never notice these obvious things
hidden plainly in sight
So obviously cryptic

listen to the Talaxian

Posted in Love, Musings, Sci-Fi with tags , , , , , on January 4, 2009 by drevolutionary1

For anyone who knows me, it’s no surprise that I’m a total Star Trek fanboy—especially for Star Trek Voyager. I was particularly moved to write this post upon watching an episode entitled ‘Unforgettable.’

Chakotay, the first officer of Voyager falls in love with a member of an alien species called the Ramuran. The Ramuran go at great lengths not to be remembered by anyone they encounter—employing such things as space pheromones and computer viruses (crazy, right?). The alien, Kellin, originally was aboard Voyager. On a mission to hunt a rogue Ramuran, she falls in love with Chakotay. But after her departure the crew, including Chakotay, forget it ever happened.

But Kellin is still in love after leaving and travels back to Voyager to see if she can get Chakotay to remember her so that they may fall in love again. She is also seeking asylum because her people will not allow her to remind the crew of Voyager—or anyone else—of their existence. Chakotay doesn’t remember their love, but Kellin succeeds in making him fall in love with her again. But at the last moment as Voyager tries to escape the Ramurans, they wipe Kellin’s memory. Chakotay tries to remind her that they were in love, just as she did. However, he fails. Remembering nothing, Kellin is compelled by her cultural laws to leave those in her wake without memory of her or her species existence.

Again, because no one may remember their existence, after they leave Chakotay tires to make a written record—the only thing he knows that Ramuran technology cannot affect. He scribbles furiously on paper (so antiquated for the 24th century!) Mr. Neelix, a Talaxian and Voyager‘s chef and morale officer approaches him. In the following dialogue from the show, Mr. Neelix says something quite profound:

[Mess hall]

NEELIX: More coffee, Commander?
CHAKOTAY: No, thanks. I’m almost done.
NEELIX: Strange to see you using those ancient writing implements.
CHAKOTAY: It’s the only way I could get a permanent record of what’s happened in the last few days. I want to get it down before I forget it all.
NEELIX: I’m sorry things didn’t work out for you.
CHAKOTAY: I’ve been trying to make sense of it. I fell in love with her twice. I thought she could do the same. We were the same two people on the same ship. Why didn’t it happen again? I keep going over and over our last conversation, trying to think if there was something I could have said, could have done, but nothing comes to mind.
NEELIX: Commander, I don’t think you can analyze love. It’s the greatest mystery of all. No one knows why it happens or doesn’t. Love is a chance combination of elements. Any one thing might be enough to keep it from igniting. A mood, a glance, a remark. And if we could define love, predict it, it would probably lose its power. I’ll let you finish.
CHAKOTAY: Good night.

I’ve never been in love—but I’d like to know the feeling. This dialogue emphasized something for me. I over-analyze matters like this too much (as I do everything else!). I am also anxious and impatient with things. I think I’ll take a lesson from Neelix and loosen up a bit. If I try to make love a science—define it and predict it—I’ll get nowhere.