the 'Fist' & the 'Pacifist'

Saturday, January 01, 2005

A journey in time is not the journey of life

Now is where you are,
The fresh steam from a coffee mug,
Interlocked fingers, a smile and a promise,
Thoughts, Contemplation and Conjecture,
Life - a street facing show-window.

A journey in time is not the journey of life,
A curio from a quaint shop,
The whispers in your mind,
A song sung in a feeble voice.

Now is where you are,
The table across a revolving door,
Once a lover, once a mourner,
Once a friend, once a wayfarer.

A journey in time is not the journey of life,
Trudging through the falling rain,
Puddles of water and contorted reflections,
Life - a warm corner of a coffee shop.

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lament for icarus

words of wisdom

If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs. And maybe your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery, isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance.