I am where I am because I believe in all possibilities.
quote by Whoopi Goldberg
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It will always be the same possibilities, in sum or on the average, that go on repeating themselves until a man comes along who does not value the actuality above idea. It is he who first gives the new possibilities their meaning, their direction, and he awakens them.
quote by Robert Musil
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Chimes are the Wind
Chime’s are the Wind
“Chimes are the wind”, when it goes from Dawn to Twilight.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the sun goes down and the moon goes up.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the Ocean’s tidal waves splash the deep blue and the aqua
water and the tidal pools disappear.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the puffy white clouds cover the golden yellow sun.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the rain floods the river.
“Chimes are the wind”, when there’s a million possibilities.
“Chimes are the wind”, when there are no more possibilities to harm the world
when there’s such a peaceful place in the universe that there is so-many
possibilities there are endless possibilities.
By: Bella Martinez
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So I'm looking to the saxophone as a resource which has its own unique set of possibilities. I'm looking to exploit them and develop them and have the fullest range of possibilities of the saxophone be known.
quote by Evan Parker
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Tangled Dreams
Your words tangle my thoughts,
Winding them together so tight,
Yet giving me the strength,
To imagine possibilities,
Possibilities my mind refuses,
To even spend two seconds of my time thinking of,
You entwine me into your web of hope,
Confused yet hopeful,
For the destiny awaiting me through this fog.
A fog cast only by you.
poem by Zoe Howarth
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Snow White Was Prettier
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Claim to be the best,
but your like all the rest.
Using till their is no one left.
Choose him over him.
Oh the daily swim
Sex all the way.
Multiple partners.
Sometimes three a day.
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Hey is it your birthday?
I totally forgot and I don't even why.
Maybe it is because your little brother has never known you.
We have the same god damn father.
Sad to say.
But we are twisted in the same way.
Freaks of nature.
Lets get angry and throw all the furniture.
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Always got to bad mouth someone.
Each an every member of your family.
They have nothing but contempt for you.
But I never noticed
Cause I never even seen your face
Not a single day of my child hood.
Yet you think you know me well enough.
See that finger, yeah its not my thumb.
That's to you for ever thinking that I would be that dumb.
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Help?
You got be joking.
What have been smoking?
It has completely messed up your head.
Remember your little brother is dead.
He killed himself while you were looking the other way.
To busy fixating on a self reflection.
Excuse me but I think we need a little intervention.
Just look and see I've always been here.
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Oh now you notice
Now when I'm all grown.
Well have you ever heard that famous saying
Your on own.
Your saying you might be going to jail.
You say your getting evicted.
Well I already loss everybody I ever known
Where were you then.
To busy jumping to the next man.
You never could just stick with one.
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Now you blame the whole world
Like it is really their fault.
Your getting older.
And nobody wants the goods.
Well I'm sorry to tell you.
Marriage is the forever kind of thing.
And you already went through five.
I don't even know how you survived.
But now family matters.
Ugly is the persona you spread
With every rumor that hits the ground.
Over came from that fat mouth.
When you come my way I'm heading south.
I just don't believe in suicide.
Not when I have a choice.
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Habent sua fata libelli
the destiny of books
always depends on the
reader,
the destiny of my poetry
depends
on the capacity of
the feeler
its rhythm its tone
and color
its scent
its ending
its lasting impression
its possibilities like your
possibilities
always a memory of those
whom we have
easily
buried in the realm of
forgetting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Finite Fusion Tuned Harmonic Interest
who can master possibilities of creation minds?
who can move into shift realm other dimensions?
who can hard contain a poem to its possibilities?
a poem not finished in moments of sense connections
which is key finite fusion of tuned harmonic interests
risks theme lost coherent interest in star burst minds
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Why Be A Bukowski Or An Emily? They Are All Dead
hey friend, dear poet
why be an emily dickenson or a charles bukowski
or a walt whitman or an ezra pound
look man, they are all dead
they're great, they have given themselves
extraordinary fames
commensurate to their extraordinary works
but they are all dead
and they have no more possibilities
they are all impotents
and faded and (forgive the word)
gone, gone, gone, gone.
let them be but part of our memories,
nothing but maps, guides, to the roads that we must now
take,
ghosts, famous ghosts, but ghosts just the same,
spirits, their poems are here with us
as a legacy
but we are alive, we are the possibilities
we are more than miserable with our
search for meaning
our quest to justify our insignificances
these little cravings for light
and scent and color
these little lives we have
if true to our miseries
as they were true to theirs
we can even be more
than what they had in their own time
in their own lives
have become......
sail on man, sail on, in the ocean of possibilities
in the vast space of our potentialities
we can be ourselves, truly ourselves,
that to me,
is greatness enough
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Perspective Perception
new enticing concepts
laptop dancing principles
there were new so many
for complex imagery
camera obscura was one
sharp dim diffracted
images changing
perspective perception
“Perspective perception
is dwelling
upon possibilities”
“Perspective perception is dwelling upon possibilities”
Quotation quoted from Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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This I Tell With A Sigh
THERE IS a name
alright
they baptize us with
a name
we had no choice the
but to be born
and then die
if we must even if we
do not allow it
but in between this
spaciousness
of life and death
there is an existence
of myriad possibilities
that give us
a sense of freedom
i am at this place
now
thrown in this situation
and i am doing most
of what i can
to call myself free
tomorrow when
the same sun that set
rises again
i proclaim without
timidity
that i am still here
with all my
options
to live and to live again
never to choose death
that kills
all my possibilities
the door that closes in
saying that it will open
again
but you see
it is different there
altogether
this is it
i must devour all
to be whole again
to keep the pieces
intact
within my soul
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And Now The Straight Man In My Mind
like poles repel
that is the straight man's dire strait
fearing what likeness he has in the mirror
of his world, shying away from the possibilities
of love and loving the person who needs it
more and worst than anybody
the confused, the disturbed wants him loved
and hugged and just even to share a drink with him
in one of the loneliest nights in their lives
he cannot love any one like him
he has not known what love is
the one that gives
and never takes
something in return
straight man in dire straits of possibilities
how can you ever love the one who loves you most?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dont Stay
Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe
Sometimes I need you to stay away from me
Sometimes Im in disbelief, I didnt know
Somehow I need you to go
Dont stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
What you were changing me into
Just take myself back and
Dont stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
Take all your faithlessness with you
Just take myself back and
Dont stay
Sometimes I feel like I trusted you too well
Sometimes I just feel like strangling you myself
Sometimes Im in disbelief, I didnt know
Somehow I need to be alone
Dont stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
What you were changing me into
Just take myself back and
Dont stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
Take all your faithlessness with you
Just take myself back and
Dont stay
I dont need you anymore, dont want to be ignored
I dont need one more day, of you wasting me away
I dont need you anymore, I dont want to be ignored
I dont need one more day, of you wasting me away
With no apologies
Dont stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
What you were changing me into
Just take myself back and
Dont stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
Take all your faithlessness with you
Just take myself back and
Dont stay
Dont stay
Dont stay
song performed by by Linkin Park
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Choices Still Unmade
Shadows drift over the cradle
And there in lies the future
Of possibilities yet to be explored
Of choices still unmade
Like seasons not yet passed
Lullabies tell of sweet memories
Just like stars tell of far away worlds
Little tear drops fall like rain
Glinting like shiny pearls
And there in lies the future
Of possibilities yet to be explored
Of choices still unmade
poem by Autumn Winds
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Baby
in my world
all things move
like creepers
like strawberry
tendrils
on a very
wide field
it rains all day
but all possibilities grow here
like seeds
i like sunshine
the warmth of its kindness
but i dispensed with it
i love
the pebbles drenched with
rain
they are mute
but the have learned the silence
of their songs
in my world
i am just one of the possibilities
i am a seed
but i may decide not to grow
i may simply be
one of the pebbles that learned to love
the silence of their songs
i like it here
thick and covered
dark and damp.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lately
Elated I am to know you.
Ecstatic and sometimes fanatical I can be.
Thinking of you and possibilities.
Lately I've been staying in creative imagination.
Wanting to be touched with closed eyes.
As I am stirred by youthful sensations,
You initiate without hesitation.
Oh why oh why,
Is it you I fantasize.
Oh why oh why,
Do I think of you as Sunrise.
Laying next to me,
From Monday to Sunday...
Holding you near with romance to feed.
Feeling a returned embrace to fulfill a need.
Elated I am to know you.
Ecstatic and sometimes fanatical I can be.
Thinking of you and possibilities.
Lately,
I've been staying fixed...
In a creative imagination wished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seemingly You Like The Grey Area
i admit i live there. I live
in the places of dawn
and twilights where
i have learned to
tinker about anything.
there are exceptions
and exemptions there.
it is no longer black
or white, or
either/or, it is a ray
a rainbow of
possibilities. I embrace
gradients.
it is the meeting place
of lost elements
when they do not fit
they come
looking lost and then
they say they finally
find a home.
here they are accepted
there they are excepted.
not that black and whites
are not acceptable. No.
and Yes. Not that.
it is, 'it can be'
it is always here a
myriad possibility
where you become
yourself that way
you want it. Taste.
Smell. Tick and Lick.
Imagination so powerful.
Unlimited thoughts.
Impossibilities becoming
possibilities.
This is the grey area.
I live here. I am happier.
Do you know where this is?
Come. Undress their colors.
And know at first that in here
color does not matter
they mix, and there
is no limit to their
shades and pastels.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Problem With You
is that
you are too normal for a man,
what normal is, i define it
you are too formal
like a chair
there are other chair possibilities you have not tried
for instance
having only one foot
and still be proud to stand as a chair
on a chain of possibilities
the problem with you is you rhyme like their poem
and you become just like them
a factory made word
another boring mechanism
like a wooden panel without beauty
without the
aha! or
what is this? is this man? is this a chair?
is this a poem?
try something else
wobbling, whirling
a tornado, you haven't been one yet
a storm, an eye
a vacuum, an eclipse
a waste basket, a moon let
a planet, a sunrise without light?
do not just be stanza
be a word misspelled
be an error uncorrected
be a dog with feathers
a pink niche, a broken pen
an expelled meteor
a fallen angel.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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(Philosphy Poem) A Man Of The Unknown
When rendered unconscious just where do you go?
I can not tell you for I just don't know.
An uncertainty exist within this life.
What about the next?
Will their be even one?
A second chance to right things you have wronged.
How do we even know if we are not already living it?
A forgotten past.
Memories drained.
Memories erased.
A look into yourself.
Who is it exactly who looks back?
Do you even know that man?
How can you say for certain that your not already damned?
A march through the sand of time.
It captivates mind.
Possibilities upon possibilities.
Alternate realities, alternate dimensions.
Just making another extension.
Set in stone is no invention.
For creation is just an elaboration of whats already their.
Following the footsteps knowing not where they might lead.
Still with confidence you proceed.
Caution and fear abandon for the promise of something better.
A proclamation in a letter.
And as you read that black ink you march into the unknown.
Once a seed is shown, it must be sewn and grown.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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With All That Is Given
To be released from a bondage,
With an ability to 'see'...
Is a blessing The Creator gives,
That frees one's mind to perceive...
Unlimited possibilities.
There's not a species of life,
Like that of another.
And even with bestowed similarities...
Each has its uniqueness,
With a specific identity.
And it seems that human beings,
With 'our' intelligence...
Subject ourselves,
To a stagnating ignorance.
And conform we do to deceptions too!
To be released from a bondage,
With an ability to 'see'...
Is a blessing The Creator gives,
That frees one's mind to perceive...
Unlimited possibilities.
And 'some' with all that is given...
Get stuck in a mindset,
That corrupts the progess of a process...
With a belief they can make it stay,
As if mankind has the power to be obeyed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Possibilities Of Moving Up The Ladder Of Awareness
the first possibility is,
and this is what we believe,
that there is really light
beyond us, and we will soon
see after so much sufferings,
the test, the trials, the fittest
the blessed shall see,
how can we refuse to
believe it without being
condemned to float
in an eternal abyss
without a bottom.
the second possibility is,
there is none. this nothingness.
that we are not after all blind.
that we are given the light
inside our little minds.
that we are fireflies of the
night and the reality is
nothing but just this tree
this dark sky this cold air
the moon above us. mute too.
there are other possibilities.
myriad possibilities. under the sun.
everything is possible. we believe
what we want to. endless theories.
what matters most is you believe.
for those who stayed, they admit they are blind.
and for those who left, they brag that the have seen the best light.
words, ideas, beliefs. faith and a little
disturbance. this ripple in the water
because a raindropp has started to fall
and i feel it right now.moving on to the next ladder.
but another doubt backsteps my feet.
onward. my own little mind, seige the light beyond.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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