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A pestle upon a peg, and a mortar upon a clothes line.
The skill of using a mortar and pestle never leaves one.
The wind that carried the mortar will not fail to carry the pestle.
At The Kitchen
she is preparing
breakfast
and i can hear the
pounding of the
pestle and the mortar
spices perhaps
black pepper
and some sliced layers
of onions
there is something that
i do not want to hear
the sound of
tears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Have A Balance
to create
a balance
does not mean
equality,
it is more of
a hammer and
gavel
arrangement
roof to
floors
pestle to
mortar function
ah, like the most
common
scene that we always
have
from the beginning
to achieve this
balance
somehow
there must be a
heaven to
an earth
there is no such
thing as
a flat
river
otherwise
what can the
sea be?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beat my heart like the gong
Beat my heart like the gong
At the feast of san vicente
Beat it softly with your
Pink palms and if it does not sound
Beat it with greater force
Like mortar and pestle
(No sound still)
Beat it again please patiently
And if it sounds
Let us go on a long journey
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Crushing Pestle
I take my habits outside
and crush them in the pestle
because they constrain my life
even as I yearn to move beyond them.
I set aflame all my cultural presuppositions
because they prevent me from seeing.
I take each and every thought which in the past
seemed evident
and like Einstein
ask why do I accept these ideas as true?
I am in pursuit of my own genius
and its antecedents.
But my pestle strategy
is seen by all as rebellious
and I am crushed low soon
by church and state.
But visions never die
and in the dead of night
they return
asking why
tossing and turning
in my mind.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Got To Work Too And Earn My Living
the hours passed
so swiftly
now it is 9: 04 on my watch
i have written
poems
candidly
direct from the mind
to this blank eyes
always staring at me
this dumb monitor
i like to write more
but what can i do?
got to work to and
earn my living
and got to hammer
some more
this mortar and pestle
of this justice
system that
does not really
work....
the Chief Justice
can kill me
but oh well,
this is nothing
but work
and work
and work
and work
nothing to do with justice
but work
nothing personal
(so it is but impersonal)
no eyes
just this blindness
hammer, hammer now
hammer out, hammer in
this gavel
this, oh, well, this bread
of life
this death for some
this escape for you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Small Victories!
small minds, small dreams,
small prayers, small God.
small thoughts, small answers,
to questions not small!
playing the race game,
the salvation game,
the mine and yours game,
the right and wrong game.
like cattle herded
unknowingly to slaughter.
every body a ticket,
to pay the fare.
bigger picture, bigger concepts,
bigger than i and me!
bigger risk, bigger world,
bigger choices, small victories.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others
From the ice-age to the dole-age
There is but one concern
I have just discovered :
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers
As anthony said to cleopatra
As he opened a crate of ale :
Oh, I say :
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers
Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
And Ill send you mine
song performed by by Smiths
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My World
Your stuck on a chain
And your toeing a lie
Seems like everytime that you catch up
You only fall behind
And your trapped inside this world you made yourself
but that's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me
that's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me
There is always someone to blame
for the things you do yourself
you think that everything that's going wrong
is because of someone else
And your trapped inside this world you made yourself
that's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me
it's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me [2x]
cause i'm lonely outside and i'll look on in
And that's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me
it's not the world I live in
this is not the life for me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me
cause my world is bigger than your problems
and it's bigger than me...
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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Your love for me is not bigger than your love to yourself
When you only win your own feeling
Your love for me is not bigger than your love to yourself
When you only suffer with your pain
Your love for me is not bigger than your love to yourself
When you only chase your happiness
Your love for me is not bigger than your love to yourself
When you only protect your safety
Your love for me is not bigger than your love to yourself
When you only want your truth
Your love for me is not bigger than your love to yourself
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Wrestle Them Out
this is the puzzle of the wrestle.
no, it is not the mortar and pestle.
not the usual metric matter, but something
beyond what your eyes can see,
a fusion and diffusion of arms and legs,
muscles and cartilages, you look for
the abdomen hidden by an abdomen,
there are no mouths, strictly no tongues,
but there are lots of fingers and toenails.
whose face is that? it is twisted.
Whose mouth is that? it is twitching.
whose faces faces whom? Butts
and bottoms. Could be robert's?
Could be ric's? Two bodies wrestling
fate. The stars bet their light. The moon
is awed. The night gets darker.
No one wants to go home. Everyone
is watching the wrestle. All flesh.
The pressure builds like a muscle.
My neck is bound by an elbow.
The elbow is bound by the thigh.
There is prison and bars and rings.
Knobs. Locks. No keys.
We struggle to be free.
We hold and then we loosen.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter VII: Snowball
Liar says little lie
Little lie creates a lie
A lie creates some other lie
Some other lie creates bigger lie
Bigger lie becomes bigger bigger lie
Bigger bigger lie becomes very big lie
Very big lie becomes the biggest lie
The biggest lie finally eats the liar
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Dynomite Satchel Of Pain
Lets write a song, baby
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
Now sit your ass in the chair and I'll tell you my name,
My daddy always told me that he didn't wanna hear me complain,
That's why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
I hope this song will explain,
Just why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
Well I was born in the back of a truck on the fourth of july,
I was raised by a Portuguese ninja who taught me to fly,
A business man pulled over and he asked if I needed a ride,
I had to eat that business man for lunch cos I wanted his tie,
Damn I look good in that tie,
Air born Portuguese ninja eats man for his tie,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My daddy always told me that he didn't wanna hear me complain,
That's why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain.
song performed by by Wheatus
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Dynamite Satchel Of Pain
Lets write a song, baby
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
Now sit your ass in the chair and I'll tell you my name,
My daddy always told me that he didn't wanna hear me complain,
That's why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
I hope this song will explain,
Just why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
Well I was born in the back of a truck on the fourth of july,
I was raised by a Portuguese ninja who taught me to fly,
A business man pulled over and he asked if I needed a ride,
I had to eat that business man for lunch cos I wanted his tie,
Damn I look good in that tie,
Air born Portuguese ninja eats man for his tie,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My daddy always told me that he didn't wanna hear me complain,
That's why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain.
song performed by by Wheatus
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Forming/ Hot Chocolate Boy
Hes always waiting
Gotta make the move to tell her
Hot chocolate boy
Hes never met one
Hot chocolate wet one
Hot chocolate boy
Deep, sweet, and bitter
Spoon it out at a place for breakfast
Hot chocolate boy
Hot, frosty, creamy
He was only dreaming
Hold me down, hold me up
Tell them that Im your gun
Pull my trigger
Im bigger than
Im bigger than you
[? ]
[? ]
Pull them down, hold me up
Tell them that Im your gun
Pull my trigger, Im bigger than
Im bigger than, Im bigger than
song performed by by Hole
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My dream became bigger and bigger. And the box got bigger than the message, than the Gospel.
quote by Jim Bakker
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We will have bigger bureaucracies, bigger labor unions, and bigger state-run corporations. It will be harder to be an entrepreneur because of punitive taxes and regulations. The rewards of success will be expropriated for the sake of attaining greater income equality.
quote by Arthur C. Brooks
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