You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don't know what was in the newspapers that morning... a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be.
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after a while, he is convinced
that the other playful one has,
experience, the softness of the
hands, the smoothness of lips,
the way the dance steps are
done by the tongue, one can
see how skilled can experience be
and so there is no need for words
on how to do love, how whispers
sweetly accomplish the need, the
luxury of simply having to wait,
to close one's eyes, to be carried
to the clouds, to dwell in the heavens
for a moment, without wasting
an eyelash, or any sign, how intimate
can loneliness be with the experience
of another loneliness, jibing fitting in,
ecstasy to ecstasy
fantasy to fantasy, and
then when it is over, you sigh,
you always know what you long for,
there is going to be another dance of
the tongues, the thrill of the lips,
on same place, same hour
with the same kindness of the same
person, the one who understands
you even without having the need
to know you, even without having
a name, or the background, the curtain
the need for floors, the demand for
ceilings, the closes of breaths, the need
for air, the size of nipples, the tenor of
the song, the lyrics of the same....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Promise
she was alone
in that nipa shack
for her children
were gone
seeking their own
destinies
in the city
this was her farm
this muddy place
we met this morning
as i was taking my walk
passing by her
lonely place
she was there
and we talked
she was talking about
how her medicine
made her dizzy
and was asking for
herbs as
substitute
she died
an hour ago
before i came back
to bring
the banaba leaves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The reason we have not gone to newspapers is because its a slow growth industry and I think they are dying. I'm not sure there will be newspapers in 10 years. I read newspapers every day. I even read Murdoch's Wall Street Journal.
quote by Sumner Redstone
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Good Morning To Morning
Whoever wants good must respect the morning
whoever need a goodday must have a good morning
Morning is the mother of the day
Morning is the root of hardwork.
Morning is a time to make hay
morning is the time to gain experience of which
you will use in experimentingyour future
in order to expect a good result.
Respect the morning and tell us your result
disregard the morning and we shall you
your returns.
Good morning only comes to determaned people, people who are ready to explore it.
If you want to have a good morning, respect it
for I have repect for my morning and
I have experience an illustrious returns.
Good morning to my morning so he may do me good.
poem by Freeman David Remi Socrates
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Running Out of Our Supply
That's not going to do it!
Bring another.
Bring another.
Bring another.
Bring another!
Bring another.
Bring another
And another.
~Sir!
I know you are professional at this.
And you have the experience.
But...
Wouldn't it be more economical,
If something more like a tourniquet was used?
The bandages are dwindling.
And...
We're running out of our supply of lies! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bring On The Night
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow, just another day
God bid yesterday good-bye
Bring on the night
I couldnt spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldnt stand another hour of daylight
The future is but a question mark
Hangs above my head, there in the dark
Cant see for the brightness is staring me blind
God bid yesterday good-bye
Bring on the night
I couldnt spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldnt stand another hour of daylight
I couldnt spend another hour of daylight
I couldnt stand another hour of daylight
song performed by by Sting
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Bring On The Night
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads itself against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow, just another day
God bid yesterday good-bye
Bring on the night
I couldn't spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldn't stand another hour of daylight
The future is but a question mark
Hangs above my head, there in the dark
Can't see for the brightness is staring me blind
God bid yesterday good-bye
Bring on the night
I couldn't spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldn't stand another hour of daylight
I couldn't spend another hour of daylight
I couldn't stand another hour of daylight
song performed by by Police
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The upper room
There is a special room set apart and blessed
a holy place and sanctuary where we can rest.
We enter in protected from this worlds care
and sweet communion with the Lord we share.
It is a place where our souls can come in sanctity
a meeting place where we can open and honest be.
A place of tears and a place of worshipping You.
Where deep searching things can be worked through.
'Come to me, Roy and Dot', We hear You say
as burdened with sorrow and care we make our way
to that Holy meeting place of solitude and peace
and commune with You to find blessed release.
The tests of this life can take its toll upon us Lord
and battered and bruised we turn to Your word.
It is so good to retire to that room upstairs awhile
and pour out our soul to You and see Your smile.
Thank You, Jesus for such a blessed place as this
where we can experience again Your heavenly kiss.
Resting in Your presence and feeling Your embrace
strengthened once more for the challenges we face.
Zipless Reunion By Emma Z.
this place is not a room for sadness
sorrow is a stranger here
and cannot stay that long
there are no sonorous eyes here
not a place for emaciated cheeks
and unshaven beards
this is not the place for mourning
no one comes here wearing the black shirt
of fasting
this is the place for passion
(not promiscuity)
this is a private place for our shared whispers
the zip-less reunion
of two souls not wearing any name tags on their bones
when you come here
it is because
you have decided to be free
from morality from the mortality of your prisoners
welcome, bare yourself, brace yourself
for another experience
someone you love shall be summoned
to completely make you
home again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Place Of The Heart
this place is not a room for sadness
sorrow is a stranger here
and cannot stay that long
there are no sonorous eyes here
not a place for emaciated cheeks
and unshaven beards
this is not the place for mourning
no one comes here wearing the black shirt
of fasting
this is the place for passion
(not promiscuity)
this is a private place for our shared whispers
the zip-less reunion
of two souls not wearing any name tags on their bones
when you come here
it is because
you have decided to be free
from morality from the mortality of your prisoners
welcome, bare yourself, brace yourself
for another experience
someone you love shall be summoned
to completely make you
home again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some newspapers have a hands-off policy on favored politicians. But it's generally very small newspapers or local TV stations.
quote by Bob Woodward
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Eternity has nothing to do with the hereafter... This is it... If you don't get it here, you won't get it anywhere. The experience of eternity right here and now is the function of life. Heaven is not the place to have the experience here's the place to have the experience.
quote by Joseph Campbell
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Democrats were simply hoping to win some political points by getting their outlandish rhetoric published in the newspapers and heard on the talk shows.
quote by John Doolittle
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The immediacy of mystic experience simply means that we know God just as we know other objects. God is not a mathematical entity or a system of concepts mutually related to one another and having no reference to experience.
quote by Muhammad Iqbal
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even on the late hour of the night
even when late,
try getting in, they will not notice, you are not famous,
try being a nobody
and they won't bother, so get inside the room and pretend
you are not a part of them in this
discussion,
behave like you are the waiter bringing them a glass
of water,
no excuses this time, do not talk, do not bother them,
and they too will not bother you,
try being nothing
just be the ordinary you, and they will not notice,
even on the late hour of this night
they still have eyes only for themselves
within their circle
and you are still an outcast, simply because from the very
first day of this meeting
you are just being yourself
and you remain being so,
you have not become like them,
mimicking each other
into conformity
for fear of rejection, so at this hour of the night when they seem
to enjoy each other's likeness
get inside,
just be yourself and take your own kind of drink
your self-identity
your name that they will never know
when tomorrow
you will soon part and they will be themselves again
alone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vacant Space
this is the vacant space
of my room, you may come
this is the vacant hour
you may barge and talk simply talk
this is the vacant lot of my being
you may build your home
this is vacant
fill it with space, drag your hours here,
start watering the roses in your garden
beside your house
this is a vacant hole in my ear
talk simply talk
i am always listening
this is my vacant line, please fill in the missing
word
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And then, all of a sudden, you're like, all that's great and fun, but Arthur Miller's in my dressing room. This is the third night he's been here and he sits in my dressing room for an hour after each show, and talks to me for an hour. So I'm pretty spoiled right now.
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Headroom
I need headroom,
Got to have headroom,
Some place to rest my head.
I'm gettin' taller,
Thinkin's gettin' smaller,
Time is winnin' out instead.
Well, I heard it on the news,
They're selling everything they can.
And the American flag
Is manufactured in Japan.
They're fightin' battles in the stars,
They're pourin' billions into Mars.
And layin' right there at my feet,
There're people sleepin' in the street.
Give me room, room, room, room, room, room.
Well, I'm livin' on the farm,
Where chemistry has lost its charm.
And every dusty wind that blows,
Is burnin' big holes in my clothes.
They're burnin' big holes in the sky,
Makin' people wonder why
With all our land and sea and space,
Progress is wreckin' every place.
Give me room, room, room, room, room, room.
Well, if you want an assen-ell,
The government will wish you well,
And if you steal a million bucks,
The government will wish you luck.
And they might even give you more,
If you're makin' things for war.
But if you're poor and stealin' cars,
You'll spend your life behind the bars.
Give me room, room, room, room, room, room.
They're talkin' ethics on the hill,
They're talkin' union at the mill,
They're talkin' justice at the farm,
They're talkin' safety in the car.
They're talkin' murder in the states,
They're talkin' cash to get a fix.
They're talkin' virus in the bed,
I'm talkin' room to rest my head.
Give me room, room, room, room, room, room.
I need headroom,
Got to have headroom,
Some place to rest my head.
song performed by by Don McLean
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We live under a government of men and morning newspapers.
quote by Wendell Phillips
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Experience Week Song
Saturday morning experience week
Im so nervous I can hardly speak
Arrive at cluny hill half past ten
Almost turned and went home again
Yes, I almost turned and went home again
My focaliser showed me my room
Felt like she was consigning me to my doom
What am I doing here? whats going on?
Who are these people? what are they on?
Who are these people? what are they on?
Heres comes my roommate, he sure looks weird
Wild black hair and a big fuzzy beard
I met the rest of the group after lunch
What a strange and motley bunch
What a strange and motley bunch
Come sunday morning, Im feeling bad
Enjoyed the dancing but now Im sad
Things feel different dont know why
Feeling lonely, want to cry
Feeling lonely, want to cry
Monday morning, learned everybodys names
We go down to the ballroom to play some games
Something happened I can barely describe
Changed my feelings, changed my life
Changed my feelings, changed my life
Tuesday morning with a hoover in my hand
Cleaning out the dining room, beginning to understand
Tuning in, tuning out
Starting to see what findhorn is all about
Starting to see what findhorn is all about
Wednesday morning in the winter sunshine
Down to cullerne gardens and everybodys feeling fine
This wonderful place as smooth as a dream
Where eleven strangers become a team
Where eleven strangers just become a team
Thursday morning at a quarter past three
Im wide-awake in the sanctuary
Opening myself to the love and a light
Thanking God for steering me right
Thanking God for steering me right
So now its friday almost time to go home
And back into the big wide world I must roam
But Ill take it with me every single thing
Send it out with every song I sing
Send it out with every song I sing
So thats the tale of my experience week
It was beautiful and it was unique
It made me friends and it opened my heart
This isnt the end -- its just the start!
song performed by by Waterboys
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