A Poem by PoemsbyPatrick

Let the words flow. Warning, if you think to deeply about it your head will hurt.

The real I try to extract from reality,
Is convoluted with the realm of possibility.
The will that is free,
Is neither will or won't to be.
My actions act to decide,
On decisions I as yet do not comprehend.
The mind is wasted terribly,
When only constricted to one reality.
The flow of possibility,
Becomes reality,
Through its own realization,
Of the will that is free.
I am the future of my own choice,
And the choice becomes me.
I am greater than the sum of flesh,
Though flesh does strive to become me.
Paradox and cycles,
Circles in the mind,
Cycle back to realize,
The real I inject into reality.

© 2013 PoemsbyPatrick

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Added on March 9, 2013
Last Updated on March 9, 2013
Tags: Reality, thought, mind, brain




These writings express my feelings. If you love them, I feel blessed. If they bother you, I am sorry. They are my feelings and I offer them to you as they are. While all of my writing is a glimpse .. more..