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!
That which the traveler in his journey experiences will eventually shape his identity. So, here are the events as they unfold ....... © copyright by firstcomet
8/2/08
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?
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!
5/22/08
I lost you!
Who am I?
A new definition to be defined,
To be associated with a word,
To be used in a sentence,
That will be uttered only once;
My life!
A new definition to be defined,
To be associated with a word,
To be used in a sentence,
That will be uttered only once;
My life!
5/10/08
Union (by firstcomet)
Now, still but fresh is my nostalgia
With cold hands I stand
Gazing at a hot cup of tea near me.
And the steamy swirling dervishes;
An ancient practice of rising to sublimity.
If I was that single thread of hair
That sets us apart, the cause of my despair
Although closer, still couldn’t bear
To engage in this clandestine affair
Hidden from me, hidden from my heart.
Sentimental I might, my expressions trite
Maybe I’m just the remnants of that aged tea
Sojourned still, my pals joined the sea!
With cold hands I stand
Gazing at a hot cup of tea near me.
And the steamy swirling dervishes;
An ancient practice of rising to sublimity.
If I was that single thread of hair
That sets us apart, the cause of my despair
Although closer, still couldn’t bear
To engage in this clandestine affair
Hidden from me, hidden from my heart.
Sentimental I might, my expressions trite
Maybe I’m just the remnants of that aged tea
Sojourned still, my pals joined the sea!
4/22/08
The Path
Perseverance, Rebellion, Depression, Resilience, Realization, Confrontation, Liberation ....
4/17/08
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