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How to Meditate

-lights out-
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
i hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance-Healing
all my sicknesses-erasing all-not
even the shred of a 'I-hope-you' or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it off, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes-and
with joy you realize for the first time
'thinking's just like not thinking-
So I don't have to think
any
more'

poem by Jack Kerouac
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The Truth About The Good News

I AM thinking

i agree with what the wind is telling
that from afar
some good news are waiting

and i bloat myself with hope
feeling like cotton
soft and useful

the wind left

and i waited for days for the coming of good news
like a cure for instance
for loneliness

or a miracle for the healing of a friend
who is dying
beside me

hands clasped towards heaven
for the skies to listen

I am thinking that the wind may have simply pitied our situation
and lied

and will not come back and stop
for we will always
remind about him about the good news

I am thinking

there are times when out of pity the ones that come here
say words
that they do not mean

and then
i sit again holding the hands of the dying friend
giving him
the good news from the warmth of my hand

it does not speak of healing
i does not want to remember anything

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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2u

2u
I hope that youve been thinking about me
Chorus
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
Pick up the phone to call you
But I hung up cause Im so afraid
Afraid of rejection
Or another woman in your face
Hopin all day that you would call me
And that youre thinkin of me too
Well in my case with the game of love
If I played I would probably lose
Chorus
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
I hope that youre thinkin of me
And I pray every night you love me
I dont ever want what we have to end
And Ill always be your friend
Dont you feel me calling from afar
If you dont know Ive been there from the start
As sure as my name is what it is
Youll always have a place in my heart
Chorus
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
Ooh, ooh, ooh....
I hope that you have been thinking of me
The way that I have been thinking of you
When I pray every night
That its me in your dreams when your sleepin
I really hope that Im the that youre thinking about
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Chorus
I hope that you have been thinking of me too (I hope that, I hope that youve
Been thinkin)
The way that I have been thinking of you (all the time, cant get you off my
Mind baby)
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
See I hope that its you
And I hope that you are baby
Thinking of me too
Ooh, yeah, yeah...
See I hope that you are
Ooh, youre thinking of me
I need for you to think about me
Like I think about you baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
I hope that its you
And I hope that youre thinking of, thinking of, thinking of me too

song performed by by Mary J Blige
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All Creations Are Bigot Of Astral Fluid!

Look at creations, that found temporal,
All Creation Is Begot Of
Astral-Fluid,
That fluid which is superfine, Thinner than vacuum,
Brilliant than all brilliance put together!
Stand still filling universe,
And Super wise to supervise,
That I or you are bigot of that fluid!

Let learned learn to understand,
Let him learn something,
Learning has no end,
Each word learnt is a dropp of that fluid,
I am that superfine, super wise fluid,
Never flow, but supervise the wave,
The wave of own thought and deed in that still fluid!

That story of Astral fluid written by itself,
Written on itself,
Distorted it looks with every wave!
Same thought is represented indifferent language,
Causes interference,
Some may understand and some cannot,
Most dangerous are those who understand more,
but with their own colour and distorted design!
It would be better to resign,
than spoil divine design!

How for the sure God is there,
But one when raises his self,
God will ask him 'what is your chisel,
What is the material which,
how you like to carve,
What are your desires dear,
I will write your fate as you wish! '

But more clever is that man who sees,
His ego first through which he see The GOD!

He says to God, 'Thanks dear,
Stop cheating yourself,
I know for sure I and you are one,
I have to pay for my wish,
You write my fate, but on which slate,
It is my ego on which you write,
Cause and effect will strike and writes another part,
What ever you wish to write, thou art my self that has to face the fate!

My friend sang...

Alas..! Then the learned would
learn to behave.
My writings, in certitude of forte
at mind' MINE`
are beautiful source of text, an
imponderable hymn, deliverance of a polymathic
understanding in rhythm,
imbuing inner'self to realize a
Knowledge' DIVINE` Knowledge is Being of God...
what I call 'Astral-Fluid'
Indeed what science calls it... a
fluid SUPERFINE`

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Fluid

emotions you must realize are fluid
and they flow sometimes misguidedly
sometimes blocked and
dammed and you see
a jail, a cell, a wall, an island without a bridge
a sea without a boat
a rainy day without any rainbow,

you are fluid, you must realize that too,
you flow, and surge and rage and
fall, sometimes, you splatter
and feel like a splinter
of a hand
grenade.

you feel something that behaves like a river inside you
and you hear the sound of rage, sometimes just a hush
or even a rain dropping from the sky to the gutter,
and you feel you're inside this gutter
and you have no control, about where to go and what to do,
this is
what is dripping all about

drip, drip, drip, and you feel this sloshing mind like a slime
getting inside the sensational strips of your throat
like words in your mind
pouring unceasingly, to make this poem.

what is this all about? you pretend to know. What to do about it?
i know you do not really know. Gut it. Gut feel it. Trust your heart.
Let the rage seep in like it is an innate part of you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fluid Emotions

emotions you must realize are fluid
and they flow sometimes misguidedly
sometimes blocked and
dammed and you see
a jail, a cell, a wall, an island without a bridge
a sea without a boat
a rainy day without any rainbow,

you are fluid, you must realize that too,
you flow, and surge and rage and
fall, sometimes, you splatter
and feel like a splinter
of a hand
grenade.

you feel something that behaves like a river inside you
and you hear the sound of rage, sometimes just a hush
or even a rain dropping from the sky to the gutter,
and you feel you're inside this gutter
and you have no control, about where to go and what to do,
this is
what is dripping all about

drip, drip, drip, and you feel this sloshing mind like a slime
getting inside the sensational strips of your throat
like words in your mind
pouring unceasingly, to make this poem.

what is this all about? you pretend to know. What to do about it?
i know you do not really know. Gut it. Gut feel it. Trust your heart.
Let the rage seep in like it is an innate part of you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hope Fades Away

When There's no Falling Far From Grace,
and All Your Hope Fades.
It's a Dreary Face,
When Nothing Seems to fall in Place.
When all Hope Fades,
Nothing Seems to Make Much Sense.
When all Hope Fades,
Life is but a Loveless Trance.
When all Hope Fades,
Heroes Fall to Hells Great Weight.
When all Hope Fades,
Demons Claw out of Massive Flames.
When Hope Fades Away.

poem by Nathan Kraft
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The Poet's return

So I'm back again, never thinking I'd pick back up this pen, thinking about were my life has taken me, and where will it go next. Im coming to the brink where my life is about to change forever, deciding which path is right, the one that I take or another one that I make. But yet I'm back, back with the same old outlets, back to the same old problems; a tale as old as time itself with the worries of a decade...so im back. I never thought I'd write another poem, but poetry is all around us, its in every breath you take, in every beat your heart makes, in the fluid from your veins from even the fantasies in your brain, POETRY is everywhere. The truth of the matter is poetry, just like a beat of rhyme, is everywhere. Most know it, many adore it, few idolize it, but we all show it. Because one way or another were all are going to use it, and when that day comes....oh such a beautiful vision that our minds well never lose it.

poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Descartes' Despair

How can we affirm our own existence?
Cogito ergo sum, Descartes said,
I think therefore I am.

But wait!
Who is doing the thinking?
The body?
Am I my body?

Well, Descartes explained, we are talking about
Two incompatible substances:
The unextended and indivisible mind
In contrast with the extended and divisible matter,
Res cogitans versus res extensa.

Yes, but am I my body?
How is the contact created
Between the mental
And the physical worlds?
Princess Elizabeth of the Palatinate asked.

Well, somewhere at the base of the brain,
In the pineal gland, replied the philosopher.

Oh, I have a problem with that,
The princess remarked.
For, if the brain exists in space,
How can the non-spatial mind dwell in it?

And Descartes threw up his hands
In despair.

poem by Paul Hartal
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Too Much On My Mind

Theres too much on my mind,
Theres too much on my mind,
And I cant sleep at night thinking about it.
Im thinking of the time,
Theres too much on my mind,
It seems theres more to life than just to live it.
Theres too much on my mind,
And there is nothing I can say.
Theres too much on my mind,
And there is nothing I can do
About it,
About it.
My thought just weigh me down,
And drag me to the ground,
And shake my head till theres no more life in me.
Its ruining my brain,
Ill never be the same,
My poor demented mind is slowly going.
Theres too much on my mind,
And there is nothing I can say.
Theres too much on my mind,
And there is nothing I can do
About it,
About it.
Theres too much on my mind.

song performed by by Kinks
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Awareness is not the same as thought. It lies beyond thinking, although it makes no use of thinking, honoring it's value and it's power. Awareness is more like a vessel which can hold and contain our thinking, helping us to see and know our thought as thought rather than getting caught up in them as reality.

quote by Jon Kabit-Zinn
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The stolen waves of music of love..

The eternal music of love that enters my ears,
Has no shape, but can be heard, a formless mare,
Travel through the air to hit my ear drum,
The Mind understands the music and the rhythm,
The hands beat the surface to count the frequency,
The legs start to take the steps in urgency,
The pirated notes are nowhere to be found,
The stolen waves are gone with the wind,
The gentle music still plays in the head,
The feelings travel from the heart to the head,
The pounding heart blackmails the fluid,
The threatened fluid runs to convey the message,
Musical notes yield the weapon to that passage,
The body is in the state of ecstasy,
The drum and the mind are in harmony.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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4am

I walked around my good intentions
And found that there were none
I blamed my father for the wasted years
We hardly talked
I never thought I would forget this hate
Then a phone call made me realize
Im wrong
If I dont make it known that
Ive loved you all along
Just like the sunny days that
We ignore because
Were all dumb & jaded
And I hope to God I figure out
Whats wrong
I walked around my room
Not thinking
Just sinking in this box
I blame myself for being too much
Like somebody else
I never thought I would just
Bend this way
Then a phone call made me realize
Im wrong

song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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I Will Wait

There was a time
When all I thought that I wanted
Was someone to touch me
Like I thought everyone was touched
What did I know, what was I thinking
What did I know, what was I thinking
I remember
There was someone that I wanted
Now shes a face at the reunion of 66
What did she know, what was she thinking
And did she know that I convinced myself
I couldnt survive
Sometimes you have to wait
Youre pushing but that stone wont move
And you hesitate to give yourself away
There was a time
When all I thought that I needed
Was someone to tell me
I was making the perfect move
What did I know, what was I thinking
What did I know, what was I thinking
All I wanted was a holy exemption
I had a license to tell everyone
Where its at
What did they know, what were they thinking
And did they know that I would only hear
The things I desired
So I would wait
Im pushing but that stone wont move
And I hesitate to give myself away
And there was a time
When all I thought that I wanted
Was to live in a world
Where everyone knew what love is for
What do I know, what am I thinking
Nobody knows that the hour is getting late
So I will wait for it forever
I will wait for it
Though I know the hour is getting late
I will wait for it forever
I will wait for it
Though I know the hour is getting late

song performed by by Utopia
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Sestina/Creation

When all supply was in the hands of Cause,
Effect was molten primal chaos, held
Within a universal cauldren, rest
Was given to consider what the blend
Would yield. What distillation might there come
When left to steep upon the flame of time?

What essence to be poured or spooned, when time
Had separated dross from grime; When Cause
Congealed Effect as form? What shape would come?
Omniscience knew the liqued luster held
Within an orbed mold to cool, would blend
A tear so pure, that Genesis could rest.

An orb within the plumbless steep, no rest
Was had as crystal creep began. In time
A metamorphic stress; a grinding blend
Of blasting heaves had splayed the plates to cause
The core to spill its viscous blaze. Not held,
A spew and fall of flaming rock had come.

As fluid land had ceased to flow, then come
Awaking, as purpose changed the rest
Of earth's most fragil face. Creation held
Expressive mind as conscious force, with time,
Embraced the law of Cosmic Will to cause
The 'Seeds of Season' to sprout forth and blend.

Profound, prestine, profusion was its blend
Of manifest raw beauty. Light had come,
Divine desire had found demension. Cause
Became the tangible of thought. The rest
Of thought, the fractured Self of God, In time,
As Souls, would pierce the veil of flesh then held.

Within the folded fist of night dawn held
Ignited eastern skies, until the blend
Of feathered morning light with time.
Through Holy Emulation, life would come
As reasoning pushed out, first breath, then rest,
Effect emerged as man, awakened Cause.

Creative Reason held the souls to come.
His law combined with Will, would blend the rest
Of mortal clay, with time, to temple Cause.

poem by Lynn W. Petty
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Staring At The Monitor

i know i am not alone
experiencing this kind of stare
at the monitor when you think you cannot write
not because there is nothing to write anymore but because
you will not to.

of course you regret such kind of decision
that negates what you are what you do what hardheaded man
are you,

you begin again not thinking what thoughts are shaped of
there is no form that convinces you
everything is fluid like air shaping itself upon every
emptiness of
its container

what makes this void that takes a shape inside our brains?
what keeps us busy thinking about nothing
what makes us so passive
like empty balloons taking the shape of air pushed from the
mouth of our beholder?

ah, you may say
you are beholden to no one
it is the same thing that i keep on saying to myself
we like to think that all are smooth that at the end paradise reigns
again
that we are welcome
that no one shall be punished and forsaken
but i have seen the death of one
there inside his locked room
three days
gunned
foul
his body rotten
the guide was the group of flies
telling

here is the one
who thought there are no rules
even in love

here is he
he is dead and those who are alive
has something again to think about
the void that fills the spaces
of our pores
our hearts hungry again for instruction
our bodies
waiting for the next line

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take The Chance

I have finally told myself
That I am going
To take a chance
To open the door for romance
Looking into the future with a glance
The thoughts in my head dance
They leap with a prance
Just visualizing how it would
Be to let my heart
Lead me freely
When I use my brain
I do too much thinking
Besides with the heart
It can be given whole heartily
The brain operates by parts
Left side for critical thinking
Right side for creating thinking
Every area is designed
To control something
If I want to know
What this love will bring
I must keep in mind
These important things
Get pass the fear
Of forseeing the possible hurting
Going beyond harmless flirting
I am now becoming more acquainted
With yearning in playful way
Anyway
I will remain
With some guide lines
Don't want people to
Think that I am losing my mind
But I willing to take the chance
This time

poem by Tameeka Smith
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Wishful Thinking

Fill up your mind with all it can know
Don't forget that your body will let it all go
Fill up your mind with all it can know
What would we be without wishful thinking
Chambers of chains
With red plastic mouths
The inside of outside
No one has found
How to unring the bell
It's just as well
The turntable sizzles
Casting the spells
The pressure devices
Hell in a nutshell
Is any song worth singing
If it doesn't help
Fill up your mind with all it can know
Don't forget that your body will let it all go
Fill up your mind with all it can know
'Cause what would love be without wishful thinking
Open your arms as far as they will go
We take off your dress
An embarrassing poem
Was written when I was alone
In love with you
I shook down those lines
To shine up the streets
I got up off my hands and knees
To thank my lucky stars that you're not me
What would we be without wishful thinking
What would we be without wishful thinking
What would we be without wishful thinking

song performed by by Wilco
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Pure

Don't you bring me down
Kick me when I'm down
Put me away again
Every now and then
Your bottle spinning my fate
As I hold my breath
And so you don't want any part of this now
Where did it go so wrong
I guess I'm finally finding out
It's got me tripping now
The little things, everywhere I go
It's such a shame
Why you held on, so long
Why don't you confuse me a little more?
Confuse me
And I never thought that you
Who would believe that I wasn't good enough?
Those things I never thought you'd do
You got the best of me
You got the best of me when you said you didn't love me anymore
And I know, this will be the last time
You've got me running in circles like a freak
So why don't you try to, kick me when I'm down
I'm down, all the way down
Put me away again
Every now and then
Your bottle spinning my fate
While I hold my breath
Don't sweat the lies that you say I control
Confuse me a little more
[Confuse me]
And I never thought that you
Who would believe that I wasn't good enough?
Those things I never thought you'd do
You got the best of me
You and all your secrets don't need me
You got the best of me when you said you didn't love me anymore
And I know this will be the last time
You've got me, running in circles like a freak
So why don't you try to, kick me when I'm down
I'm down
So when you say you've let me go, let me go
'Cause you didn't care about this, sorry you
I guess you'll be alright
Now that you've got things to go your way
How could you be like this?
This is the last time but you don't hear me though
You got the best of me, when you said you didn't love me anymore
And I know, this will be the last time
You've got me running in circles like a freak
So why don't you try to, kick me when I'm down
I don't understand the way
That you're thinking, thinking, thinking, Andrea
Who could believe that I wasn't good enough?
Who could believe that I wasn't good enough?
Confuse me a little more
Who could believe that I wasn't good enough?
Who could believe that I wasn't good enough?

song performed by by Orgy
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Over Thinking

I was thinking
Over thinking
Cause theres just too many scenarios
To analayze
Look in my eyes
Cause youre my dream please come true
I was thinking
Over thinking
About exactly how Im not exactly him
Ill break my heart in two
More times than you could ever do
Cause youre my dream please come true
Cause I think way too much
On a one track mind
And youre so out of touch
Cause Im so far behind
I cant deny this anymore, the facts ignored all done before
And if theres one in this world,
You let me know youre not that girl
I was sinking
Lower, sinking
Cause I lost the things I held on to
They let me think a thought
A thought that I would know was not
Of seeing my dream come true
I was thinking
Over thinking
About how far I had let this go
One more guy/girl chich
I know now youre just in the way
Of me and my dream come true
Cause I think way too much
On a one track mind
And youre so out of touch
Cause Im so far behind
Im trying to make sense
Out of all of this
While your fading scent
Just slips through my grip
I cant deny this anymore, the facts ignored all done before
And if theres one in this world,
You let me know youre not that girl
Dont touch the positive with the negative end
Dont touch the positive with the negative end
Cause after all of the sparks youre left alone in the dark
Cause after all of the sparks youre left alone in the dark
And while Im able, I think Ill label
Experience with you as a mistake
And while Im at it, Ill say Ive had it
Experience with you is a mistake
Cause I think way too much
On a one track mind
And youre so out of touch
Cause Im so far behind
Im trying to make sense
Out of all of this
While your fading scent
Just slips through my grip
I was thinking
Over thinking
Cause theres just too many scenarios
To think about
To figure out
If youre my dream please come true

song performed by by Relient K
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Thoughts of nothing

There is no peace
Within ones mind
Every second
Comes an aggrovated thought
Thinking....Thinking....Thinking
No peace No solitude
Just thoughts of nothing
Thinking....Thinking....Thinking

poem by Suzan Gumush
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