We all have our own unique personal histories, cultural heritage, and aspirations. But, when the sun sets and all the classrooms and businesses close down, its 12:01am and you're thinking just one more day has passed and it doesn't necessarily mean you're one more day closer to graduation. Pretty soon (for a typical graduate student it means in 2-3 hours) you have to go
to sleep and put the alpha man in you to rest for the next 6:00 hours (if you're lucky). In those honest and pure hours what is that one thing that can bring us all together? The plunger at your building's front-desk!
I think this says something about our essential humanity.
That which the traveler in his journey experiences will eventually shape his identity. So, here are the events as they unfold ....... © copyright by firstcomet
8/22/08
8/14/08
8/9/08
Breaking away (by firstcomet)
All will is the essence of this mass,
Austere but urged, like lavas,
beneath sober mountains.
impressioned persistently,
years-after-years,
Relieved in a coming encounter,
a place of respite, far a way!
Austere but urged, like lavas,
beneath sober mountains.
impressioned persistently,
years-after-years,
Relieved in a coming encounter,
a place of respite, far a way!
8/6/08
Missing
I came across this poem on some website by a person calling him/herself the emogirl and I thought it was a lovely piece! One of those poems that fills us up with a sense of solidarity, stemming from an affirmation of our very humanity, and simultaneously empties us from within ... ready to be filled up again ... or as poet Robert Hass would probably have it framed
"merely companionable".
"merely companionable".
I MISS U
as the SUN
misses sunflower during winter time........
as an icy Road
misses the warmth of summer time..........
as a Grown up
misses the time when he started singing his very first nursery rhyme.........
as a dark Night
misses the twinkling moon light...........
as a Lover
misses sleep during his long restless night........
as a wounded Knight
misses the will to win during his fight.........
as a Blind
misses the chance of seeing a dim light.............
as a Prisoner
misses the precious moments of being free...........
as a Fish
misses it's resting place in the quiet big sea..........
as an Orphan
misses the face of his affectionate mom........
as a Widow
misses the warmth of her husband's arms.......
as a lonely sick Man
misses the good company who used to ease his painful endless harms....
8/5/08
Splitting a moment (by firstcomet)
Thin is the glass window of my emotion
these days, I go about moments,
split into halves, the ego in full sail,
The heart, battered and frail,
The faltering wind blows,
Taking us where? who knows!
these days, I go about moments,
split into halves, the ego in full sail,
The heart, battered and frail,
The faltering wind blows,
Taking us where? who knows!
8/2/08
Fragments of time (by first comet)
Can you break a moment into halves?
A half to break down,
another to laugh?
A half to break down,
another to laugh?
Or am I doomed to only one;
the one that I'd like to shun?
I guess I will nerver know ...
Such is moments' flow!
7/31/08
The weight of time (by firstcomet)
Why is it that hours make my shoulders tense?
Why is that dealines make my schedule condense?
It think that time is heavy and it makes sense!
Why is that dealines make my schedule condense?
It think that time is heavy and it makes sense!
7/27/08
It ain't gonna rain (by firstcomet)!
The weather man said it will rain
And it added to my pain!
He didn't tell us when
Just suggested indoor we remain.
And it added to my pain!
He didn't tell us when
Just suggested indoor we remain.
I took a deep breath and said amen!
And then I canceled the date
And yielded to my uncompromising fate .
And even though,
Getting shot by a sudden tunder strike,
In the middle of the Charles,
With her by my side,
Was something I very much liked,
In the interest of her safety
By the rules of nature, I had to abide!
One rainy day (by firstcomet)!
Hello You!
The Postcard I mailed,
I wonder if you've got!
You might have thought .
I Forgot!
But, two cards I sent,
To fool my fate up to 75 percent!
The Postcard I mailed,
I wonder if you've got!
You might have thought .
I Forgot!
But, two cards I sent,
To fool my fate up to 75 percent!
I hope all is well!
And if one rainy day,
You hear the bell, or a yell,
By the residence you dwell,
It's gonna be me,
Yes, I've got your address baby!
And maybe, only maybe,
You'll drop your key,
After my extended plea!
And have me over
For a cup of tea!
I might be rather wet
But do not fret!
Just don't forget
To have your key handy
And I know, Your window,
Will be ajar,
Since You Don't own
That machine that blows
So You don't keep your windows close!
And that's why your room, always
Smells like a bouquet of rose!
...
In progress!
7/17/08
7/16/08
7/15/08
Framework (by firstcomet)
Synthesize a box,
to sojourn dynamically;
ears and eyes wide open!
And break away,
before the end of the day!
7/14/08
Hyperion's Song of Destiny
A place to rest isn't given to us.
Suffering humans
decline and blindly fall
from one hour to the next,
like water thrown
from cliff to cliff,
year after year,
down into the Unknown.
--Excertps from Hyperion's Song of Destiny, Poems of Friedrich Hölderlin
Suffering humans
decline and blindly fall
from one hour to the next,
like water thrown
from cliff to cliff,
year after year,
down into the Unknown.
--Excertps from Hyperion's Song of Destiny, Poems of Friedrich Hölderlin
7/10/08
Californication (TV series) - Wikiquote
Californication (TV series) - Wikiquote: "Here we are, she thought, at the edge of the world - the very edge of western civilization and all of us are so desperate to feel something... anything... that we keep falling into each other and fucking our way toward the end of days."
6/13/08
6/11/08
On limits of knowing
The idea that a first-person narrative story being biased by the narrator's limitted awareness of the whole picture.
6/8/08
Romeo and Juliet (by firstcomet)
It was twenty of us or maybe more.
When we arrived at the shore,
the beach was like a seamless décor.
But soon as the frisbees began to soar,
impressionist forms began to born!
There were pearls to unfold
There were scenes to behold
There were stories to be told
But then I felt something cold;
A nostalgic existential breeze!
Tears were falling
and I was on my knees!
Where the island met the sea,
in a moment of ecstasy,
too short lived an encounter
left a trace on the shore
that no traveler can ignore!
When we arrived at the shore,
the beach was like a seamless décor.
But soon as the frisbees began to soar,
impressionist forms began to born!
There were pearls to unfold
There were scenes to behold
There were stories to be told
But then I felt something cold;
A nostalgic existential breeze!
Tears were falling
and I was on my knees!
Where the island met the sea,
in a moment of ecstasy,
too short lived an encounter
left a trace on the shore
that no traveler can ignore!
6/2/08
Fly away (by firstcomet)!
A self without a wall;
like a balcony with no railing,
encourages a free fall.
Don't be afraid of failing,
the man without a wall!
Take a deep breath,
when the breath is caught,
between the lines of your thought.
Keep going till you have forgot
what all along you had sought:
A familiar face, an invite,
sharing a smile,
ending this fight,
catching a glimpse of that light,
escaping the everyday trite!
The conquest of a dream,
Good night!
like a balcony with no railing,
encourages a free fall.
Don't be afraid of failing,
the man without a wall!
Take a deep breath,
when the breath is caught,
between the lines of your thought.
Keep going till you have forgot
what all along you had sought:
A familiar face, an invite,
sharing a smile,
ending this fight,
catching a glimpse of that light,
escaping the everyday trite!
The conquest of a dream,
Good night!
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