Silence Wept
and I and I,
desire and death...
the garden of you,
and spider webbed dreams.
pine sap running, hot and molten,
my tongue rests...
inside your soul.
love me dammit,
or write me letters.
send them to
'destination unknown'!
buy a dress for my funeral,
a hat, and new shoes...
any color but black!
inside and inside,
peeling layer after layer.
conversation of sparrows,
struck mute by flesh.
you taste sweat of summer,
i am past late autumn.
the gods of time lied!
what if i wrote you a poem,
and silence wept?
would you hear the train,
and point to the sky?
would you pray for rain?
and listen for the sound...
of the knock on your innermost door!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Surfaces Of Noise...
INSIDE the car
on a night like this
when you go back home alone,
you turn off
the music,
to listen to the
sound of the engine
and the
air-conditioning
you feel the way
how the gentleness of silence
is being
covered by a layer of
the noise that
technology has made
without which
the innermost longing that was never
satisfied
screams.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Layers Of My Existence
peel me, not like an onion where you shall cry for every
layer, no, i do not require tears here, at most, you may need
only to smile, and then be so patient, as you peel me
layer by layer, as i watch, and as you carefully peel me
with your bare hands, i will allow it, all for you and your
curiousity,
you discover the erotic layer
and in there exists the desire
for an adventure, the disregarding
of sin, and then peel me further
move on,
find the layer of my
intellect, you shall find what i have
told you all about, my nerves and
common sense, my strivings to go
deeper towards my self, and then
peel me further, you see the bone
of my contentions, my hardened
principles and uncompromises
then peel me further, find the
marrow that makes all the blood
of my life, my sorrows and pains,
my exhilarations and bliss and
joys and happiness, and you will
say there is nothing more to find.
you are wrong. There is this last
peel that you cannot see. It is like
air, and it floats and it gets in,
it always finds an empty space,
and you cannot find it there anymore,
it is now inside you and you cannot
get that out of your system
you must accept this:
i have become
an essential part of you, and there is
nothing now that you can do.
you see, in peeling me, you find
no exit anymore. Whether you
you will be happy or sad, it is
already beyond my control.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Congratulations
So your friend leaves for Edmonton
And now you are left alone in your condo
Homesick to the philippine islands
In Sta. Catalina
Outside the snow has become thicker
Layer upon layer of coldness alL white and windy
A snowstorm rages perhaps
As i too, imagine it here back in our
Home - this country
You receive the news about a new job
You get accepted and that is good enough gift
From God for you
You are right my friend
It is not late yet for you to put a christmas tree inside your room
On the 24th of this day of December
Make it just a little christmas tree
Do not put the star on top
It is passe
Put your heart up there and pray
Compose not a poem for me
Send a thank you e-card instead to
Our God Almighty
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Peace Beyond Time
wolves run
in packs drinking moonlight,
flesh and blood,
hunger and desire!
i am the wolf,
i am the moonlight,
flesh and blood,
hunger and desire.
the hawk glides,
on the wind with eyes,
peeling layer upon layer
for pulsing treasure...
i am the hawk,
i am the wind,
peeling layer upon layer,
for pulsing treasure.
the river winds
through rocks and trees,
making it's own path,
on the way home.
i am the river,
rocks and trees,
making my own path
on the way home....
darkness falls,
wraps around the light,
brings healing stillness,
and peace beyond time.
i am the darkness,
wrapping around light,
i bring healing stillness,
and peace beyond time!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Stare
a stare is like a stair
it has steps
and there are feet
walking,
and leaving,
you stare at me,
and i see stairs, where you walk
and climb and stop at the middle
and then take the stairs layer by layer
that is what you like to do, to look at me
as though i am this room where you build the stairs
and you want to go inside my room and lock me up
and take all of me with your tongue and hands and
mouth. You mouth me. And i receive the life you have.
and then your stare subsides. the stair is gone.
the room vanishes. I am free. And you are inside me
your stare has become the memory lingering inside me.
i become a bird and you are inside my wings.
Your stairs become my feathers. Your stare
becomes my eyes.
in love, we make the stairs leading to a house.
and there we feast, and live and sleep.
yes, there are wings and windows.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Inside Out
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Now everybody keeps on telling me how to be
And everybody tells me do what they say
Oh Ill help myself its up to me and no-one else
But till Im ready just keep out of my way
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Now everybodys got me running round, up and down
And here I am going out of my mind
But I wont lose sight of all the, the things Im looking for
Theyre coming to me and Im taking whats mine
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Ill play the game
Well make the same mistakes
Its all the same
If we can give and take
Hold on, hold on, ooh
Hold on, hold on, ooh
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
All of my life Ive been searching and hanging on
Turning a corner, never know what Id find
But now Im back again like I never went away
Ooh let me in Im through with wasting my time
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Oh inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
song performed by by Phil Collins
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The Mountain Of Malady
in the mountain of malady
the sharp fingernails of probity
on the hands of faith
dig the wells of whereto
time as usual is so patient
no stone is left unturned
layer by layer of fossilized moments
upturned and the quizzical look of
mercy continues to please
the stabs of light sometimes
hurt like murderous intent
but the quest has to continue
we all look for what is inside this
centuries of mysteries
time is cold. trees are felled.
it rains all night. the winds are angry.
at the bottom of it all beyond the thick layer
of lust and desire,
pain and betrayal, shame and fall?
what did you really find?
chunks of golden silence. platinum gaze.
diamond existence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Can you see God
Do you see God inside the rain,
Or when the sun shines on your face,
When birds are singing songs of praise,
Or only if you start to pray
Do you see God through skies that pour,
Does his presence leave you wanting more,
And when you're chained down to the floor,
Does God respond to desperate roars,
Do you see God when water falls,
When the fights so big and you're so small,
Or feel him when you start to stall,
And time times ten reject his call,
Do you see God through darkened clouds,
When waves so big you might just drown,
Does God exist when up is down,
When prayers seem to have no sound,
Do you see God through blurry skies,
Or violent winds and hurried lives,
And every time you start to lie,
Do you feel Gods piercing burning eyes,
Do you see God inside the storm,
When death has struck and heart is torn,
Do angels sing when you're re-born,
When you are lost do angels mourn,
Do you see God inside the rain,
When rain and pain are one and same,
When there are no more happy days,
Do you see God inside the pain
poem by Nathan Streango
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Scent
Boxed by the volume -
Square to the inch -
Broken off inside damaged boundaries -
Displayed by the unseen -
Projected down to transparent - The soul to survival, trapped -
Webbed to be poisoned -
Death cocooned the spider -
Vibrations triggered by the fallen angels -
The sign of fear -
Inside time -
Clocks the thunder -
Timed by the end -
Sweet is fragrance -
The one you refuse to smell -
Sulphur burns acid -
By the gates of hell -
So dies what was send -
The last of your scented scent
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Caramia
Caramia
Blank notebook and a back pocket fade
You used to mock me
Sometimes I would cry
When I was home later
Cause you hurt my feelings
Why why why
(why why why)
You said write it down in your notebook
My wanna be harriet the spy
And some say your genius
(genius)
Is in your madness
(madness)
Will you get better
(will you get better)
And then will you leave us
(will you leave us)
How you mixed with the darkness
At such a young age
(until in your chemistry)
Until in your chemistry
(silence and violence)
Silence and violence
(silence and violence)
Turned silence to rage
(turned silence to rage)
Ah
Why are dreaming this
One shoe off
And a bridge to cross over
And where is your taxi fare
Are you left by yourself
Or left by your lover
(are you left by your lover)
For three nights straight now
I dream I kept both of my shoes
But Ive forgotten my lines
And Ive misplaced my cues
And theres a sea full of faces
And a show to go on
But Im struck mute at entrance
With nothing to draw from
There were the secrets
The big bang and the bigger joke
You seem to know all of them
Thats why injustice makes you red with choke
Yeah but you love like youre desperate
You dont know what love is
(if there was one thing)
And I thought if there was one thing I could give you
One thing I could give you
(if there was one thing)
Well maybe it was this
The head on the bed board
(sadness)
The anguished repeat
(sadness)
The sweat of our sadness
(sweat of our sadness)
And the twist of the sheets
(twist of the sheets)
I dont want whats best for you
Where will I be when youve found it
(where will I where will I)
You know I pray a lot about these bad feelings inside
(where will I where will I be)
I cant pray my way through or around it
Hey
Why are dreaming this
One shoe off
And a bridge to cross over
(and a bridge to cross over)
And where is your taxi fare
Are you left by yourself
(are you left)
Or left by your lover
(by yourself)
For three nights straight now
(left by your lover)
You know I keep both of my shoes
(Ive got bad feelings inside)
But Ive forgotten my lines
(I cant pray through)
Ive misplaced my cues
(I cant pray my way around it)
And theres a sea full of faces
And a show to go on
Im struck mute at entrance
With nothing to draw from
Nothing to draw from
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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It's toughest to forgive ourselves. So it's probably best to start with other people. It's almost like peeling an onion. Layer by layer, forgiving others, you really do get to the point where you can forgive yourself.
quote by Patty Duke
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Burden
Always a do or die situation
You can only see in black and white
But you never thought, never thought that I'd be
A little different this time, and
Not every color that you will see
Is the real one every time
Let me clue you in on complexity
And everybody is so very fine
And I didn't mean to be a burden
Just thought I'd share a little light
But I thought you needed to know something
Something that comes from the inside
Something that comes from the inside
And as you wasted time playing detective
Is it to figure out my mystery?
Well let me tell you now that I'm no secret
'Cause I can sin before you righteously
And I didn't mean to be a burden
Just thought I'd share a little light
But I thought you needed to know something
Something that comes from the inside
Something that comes from the inside
Something that comes from the inside
Don't grow bored too quickly
I haven't finished yet
I know it must be painful
To hear what's left unsaid
Don't refuse
It's no use
You can not run from this
Just sit still
And listen
Listen to all you missed
But it's always a do or die situation
You can only see in black and white
But you never thought, never thought that I'd be
A little different this time
And I didn't mean to be a burden
Just thought I'd share a little light
But I thought you needed to know something
Something that comes from the inside
Something that comes from the inside
Something that comes from the inside
song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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Our dance....our story.
First time I met you, all yellow and blue
You dared me to pronounce your name
All entangled with my tongue it fell out a mess;
the beginning had come.
Unknown to me or you the dance had begun
All fresh and fragile you held me, maybe too close
Guided my fearful steps to a song of your tune,
With each step peeling off layer after layer
To find the woman hidden inside my well mannered
“Too big a size” clothing.
Patiently out of my complexities you led
Me to a world of simple possibilities
Slow dancing you ignited my passion
Red and pepper hot I had found the master
To my flames, king to my imaginary queendom
With my Cinderella faith you were deemed
Prince charming and set at the throne of my existence
The curtain’s fallen, last bows taken
Lights out, the audience all gone
Only the echo of their applause remains
I stand naked on our stage ……
Tuneless, rythmless, passionless
Stale and broken ….in reality
Pieces of me all mangled …
I dare myself to forget your name.
poem by Felicity Nong
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Lifetimes
You sit in silence
And the river answers
And I have loved you many, many years
I saw you standing by the wonderous river
And I have come today
To calm your fears
Those lifetimes
So many lifetimes
With you
The boatman singin far across the water
What is this feelin in my heart and soul
The nighttime angel spreads her wings around me
And I feel the sadness
And the river flows
Those lifetimes
So many lifetimes
With you
Listen to the music inside
That is all that you have to do
Listen to the music inside
Cant you hear what it says to you
And I shall get to know you
In these lifetimes
In awe and wonder
On down through the years
The nighttime angel spreads her wings around me
I feel the silence
And my doubts are cleared
Those lifetimes
So many lifetimes
With you
Listen to the music inside
That is all that you have to do
Listen to the music inside
Cant you hear what it says to you
Listen to the music inside
That is all that you have to do
Listen to the music inside
Cant you hear what it says to you
Fade
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Moment
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in you
But I believe this feeling
And I just cant contain
The passion and the pain
You've got to feed the flame
inside of me
It starts slow
find it creeps up upon me
Reaches down into
the soul of me
The rush is warm
I anticipate the feeling
I know I'm gonna glow
Oh make me glow
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in you
But I believe this feeling
And I just cant contain
The passion and the pain
You've got to feed the flame
inside of me
Layer by layer
You strip the sadness from me
And the dark is slowly
washed away
I breathe you in
And I'm intoxicoted
I feel the blood flow
through my veins
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in you
But I believe this feeling
And I just cant contain
The passion and the pain
You've got to feed the flame
inside of me
No future and no past
No questions left to ask
No tomorrow, no today
Nothing but the moment
I look but I don't see
I feel but I don't touch
I'm where l wanna be
Here In the moment
I'm being who I'll never be
Seeing all I'll never see
Just you and me
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in you
But I believe this feeling
And I just cant contain
The passion and the pain
You've got to feed the flame
inside of me
No future & no past
No questions left to ask
No tomorrow, no today
Nothing but the moment
I look but I don't see
l feel but i don't touch
I'm where I wan no be
Here in the moment
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Did You Say The Weather Is Not Fine?
i didn't know really that it is always raining.
most of my time is spent inside my room.
inside my self. inside the marrow of my bones.
i do not like the rain. Or any news of it.
I do not go outside, i may meet the rain and
i told you
i do not like any rain, or any sound of the rain.
i am inside myself. And there is no rain anymore.
and of course, the weather is always fine
deep inside this miniature world of fine weathers
that i make myself.
just fine. and too small for any kind of rain.
clouds don't fit in here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seduction Surrender
Way deep in the night, the voice of love is calling,
(so) clear is the darkness, that reflects your face,
Born out of love, locked in desire,
The heat from your fire, seduction,
Cries fill the dark, I feel your embrace,
Losing control, surrender!
Oh oh, I hear love calling. oh oh the voice of love,
Hard is the flesh, soft is the night,
The rhythm of my heart beats like a drum,
The language of my body moves to a time,
The rhythm of desire like fire.
Oh oh, I hear love calling, oh oh the voice of love,
Oh oh, I can hear love calling, oh oh the voice of love,
I will be wrapped inside your love, I will be right within your love,
I will be wrapped inside your love,
Seduction surrender Ill always remember.
Locked inside your love, I will be right inside your love,
I will be wrapped within your love,
Seduction surrender, Ill always remember.
Oh oh, I hear love calling, oh oh, the voice of love,
Oh oh, I can hear love calling, oh oh the voice of love,
I will be wrapped inside your love, I will be right inside your love,
I will be wrapped inside your love,
Seduction surrender Ill always remember.
Locked inside your love, I will be there within your love,
I will be wrapped inside your love,
Seduction surrender Ill always remember,
Locked inside your love, I will be there within your love,
I will be wrapped inside your love(echoes),
Seduction surrender Ill always remember.
Seduction,
Seduction!!!
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Layers
You must consider that everything is layered
The earth has layers of air, water, soil, rock, fire to its
Core
Molten fire
A fruit has layers of an external cover
Something hard, then soft and a
Sometimes a hollow core
A cake has layers too of sugar coating
Moist cake
And chocolate
End layer
My body has layers of skin
Tissue, flesh, bone
And nerves and
Marrow
The core can be hollow
And the mind
The soul has layers of understanding
Layers and layers of consciousness
To sub consciousness
Ego superego
To a layer
Beyond our grasp
Tips of the tongues
Slippages
Déjà vu
Memory gaps
Did we meet somewhere?
Do I remember you?
These sorts of some things
That happen which we know we can explain yet we can’t
Something somewhere
Could be
What if
Was I there somewhere sometime?
She somehow touches me and I feel it
I don’t really remember when
That smile that you wear was the same smile I saw somewhere
Foggy places, opaque faces, vague bodies hugging us in dreams
Murky rivers bathing us hazy rains lazily sizing Zen in showers
Some windows in some house
Remaining close
My heart is light and it is flying like a little light bird on its first wing
There is always a sense of awe and wonder to everything that I do here
An onion peeling, layer by layer, tear by tear
Here. I am. Here I am becoming unfolding to another beginning
No entries and no exits
Off limits, nothing yet allowed.
Meanwhile I am breathing, smelling something somewhere.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nothing But Death
There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.
And there are corpses,
feet made of cold and sticky clay,
death is inside the bones,
like a barking where there are no dogs,
coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere,
growing in the damp air like tears of rain.
Sometimes I see alone
coffins under sail,
embarking with the pale dead, with women that have dead hair,
with bakers who are as white as angels,
and pensive young girls married to notary publics,
caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead,
the river of dark purple,
moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death,
filled by the sound of death which is silence.
Death arrives among all that sound
like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,
comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no
finger in it,
comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no
throat.
Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.
I'm not sure, I understand only a little, I can hardly see,
but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets,
of violets that are at home in the earth,
because the face of death is green,
and the look death gives is green,
with the penetrating dampness of a violet leaf
and the somber color of embittered winter.
But death also goes through the world dressed as a broom,
lapping the floor, looking for dead bodies,
death is inside the broom,
the broom is the tongue of death looking for corpses,
it is the needle of death looking for thread.
Death is inside the folding cots:
it spends its life sleeping on the slow mattresses,
in the black blankets, and suddenly breathes out:
it blows out a mournful sound that swells the sheets,
and the beds go sailing toward a port
where death is waiting, dressed like an admiral.
Translated by Robert Bly
poem by Pablo Neruda
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My Dear Mistress
My dear mistress
You put on your make up
You put on your fancy cloths
Your services paid for in good dues
Dirty laundry in high places is kept
Every night inside the soul is wept
But still you go on yet
As you have always done
As you are doing right now
As you always will
Past
Present
Future
Till you're used up goods
All alone
Nobody wants you
Nobody ever wanted you for you
With an sensational appetite to violate you in every way
One after another
Running a train of the elite
Money you come to love so well
Will be your hell
For upon acquiring it people come at you for different reasons.
To take you for everything you have
My dear mistress
I can only pray for your forgiveness
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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