12/12/07

Time (by firstcomet)

In a fight to make right
One wrong, a million wrong
I found self distressed
I felt heart weary
I grieved bygone youth
I glimpsed a dimmed horizon

Time, the greatest exposé
In the battle of self-indulgence
Comforting convictions posed
The hubris of man shows
The voyeurism of time satisfied
That's the end of most fights!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

A skeleton with all of his bones cannot have a boner.
Some have tension, some have pretension.
When you look at circulatory man, you see why humans had to hug. But, when you look at the neural man, you see why humans had to fly … blood’s embrace, and nerve’s release.

Anonymous said...

Embarrassed, the anxious mind
Worries, the faltered lost pride
Uncertain of the cause of this tide
That tumultuous man inside
Digging deep, aimless, no guide
Waiting for the fury to subside
The aged and the young, in fight
The remnants of his defeated might
Doubtful to fight or take the flight
He greets the advent of a new thought
Unconventional, tonight, red light
To ignite a match and take delight

Anonymous said...

Time:
http://hearingvoices.com/webwork/frank/snd/jf_Countdown.mp3