* * *
a presence i always feel,
it disturbs me with the joy,
the joy, the sound which gives zeal,
of elevated thoughts, a sense of fusion
never understand whats its reason,
light of the coming sun
living air, birds' fun
a motion and a spirit that impels,
blue sky, white cottony clouds works as a spelt.......
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Maybe Just Once
I cant believe
That what I feel
Is finally happening to me
Make it hurt
And point a finger
At my insecurites
Well I guess I just dont understand
About those complexities in your mind
And I guess I just dont understand
Why this world seems so unkind
Maybe
Maybe just one
I get just whats coming
Maybe
Maybe just once
I get whats coming to me
So once again
The way you feel
Youll never ever stay the same
And Im to blame
I wonder just who made
The rules up for this game
Well I guess I just dont understand
About what you want and what you need
And I guess I just dont understand
About why this is how it has to be
Maybe
Maybe just one
I get just whats coming
Maybe
Maybe just once
I get whats coming to me
So go around
You say those thousand things
You think you have to say
Look at me
And tell me loves not such
A hard word word anyway
Well how can you can count on me
I thought you realized for sure
And how can you just believe
I thought I deserved a little more
Maybe
Maybe just once
I get whats coming
Maybe
Maybe just once
I get whats coming to me
Oh god
Whats coming
Oh god
Whats coming to me
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A View Of This Place That I Remember
the back space of this house
used to be a green ricefield
and there was that tall mango tree
where i used to sit underneath
shading me from the scourging sun
i always remember
the view
of the carabaos grazing
with white herons standing on their back
and blue cottony clouds drifting above
the place is now cemented
with a wall as high as three men added-up
high buildings rise from here
reaching the cottony clouds out there
and the river is no longer a hype
but a big silent hard steel pipe.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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a view of this place that i remember
the back space of this house
used to be a green ricefield
and there was that tall mango tree
where i used to sit underneath
shading me from the scourging sun
i always remember
the view
of the carabaos grazing
with white herons standing on their back
and blue cottony clouds drifting above
the place is now cemented
with a wall as high as three men added-up
high buildings rise from here
reaching the cottony clouds out there
and the river is no longer a hype
but a big silent hard steel pipe.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Youre Gonna Get Whats Coming
(robert palmer)
You came up on me like a landslide
Once in awhile I get taken like that
And I like it
Ive got a thunderbird parked right outside
Give me a minute to finish this thing
And well light it.
In all this heat its a job keeping cool
Oh yeah
And I could fry an egg on you
You came up on me like a landslide
Once in awhile I get taken like that
And I like it
Youre gonna get whats coming
Youve been asking for it two days running
Youre gonna get whats coming
Youre gonna get whats coming to you
I hope that youre half as intrepid
As you make out
More often than not, Ill bet
You never got what you asked for
Keep on pouring until you hear me shout
And turn up the sound
If you want me to drive any faster
Caution went out when you walked in the room
If it never came back it would be too soon
Youre gonna get whats coming
Youve been asking for it two days running
Youre gonna get whats coming
Youre gonna get whats coming to you
Youre gonna get whats coming
Youve been asking for it two days running
Youre gonna get whats coming
Youre gonna get whats coming to you
You came up on me like a landslide
Once in awhile I get taken like that
And I like it
Youre gonna get whats coming
Youve been asking for it two days running
Youre gonna get whats coming
Youre gonna get whats coming to you
Youre gonna get whats coming
Youve been asking for it two days running
Youre gonna get whats coming
Youre gonna get whats coming to you
Youre gonna get whats coming
Youve been asking for it two days running
Youre gonna get whats coming
Youre gonna get whats coming to you
Youre gonna get whats coming
Youve been asking for it two days running
Youre gonna get whats coming
Youre gonna get whats coming to you
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Where The Birds Always Sing
The world is neither fair nor unfair
The idea is just a way for us to understand
But the world is neither fair nor unfair
So one survives
The others die
And you always want a reason why
But the world is neither just nor unjust
It's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it
No, the world is neither just nor unjust
And though going young
So much undone
Is a tragedy for everyone
It doesn't speak a plan or any secret thing
No unseen sign or untold truth in anything...
But living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
You want everything
Another world where the sun always shines
And the birds always sing
Always sing...
The world is neither fair nor unfair
The idea is just a way for us to understand
No the world is neither fair nor unfair
So some survive
And others die
And you always want a reason why
But the world is neither just nor unjust
It's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it
No, the world is neither just nor unjust
And though going young
So much undone
Is a tragedy for everyone
It doesn't mean there has to be a way of things
No special sense that hidden hands are pulling strings
But living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
And it never is
You always want so much more than this...
An endless sense of soul and an eternity of love
A sweet mother down below and a just father above
For living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
You want everything
Another world
Where the birds always sing
Another world
Where the sun always shines
Another world
Where nothing ever dies...
song performed by by Cure
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White Light, White Heat
(as heard on the ziggy farwell concert lp.)
White light - white light gonna drive me out of my brain
White light - white light gonna make me feel so insane
White heat - white heat shapin them down to my toes
White light - white lights got it now, goodness knows
White light - white light gonna drive me out of my mind
White light - white lights surely gonna make me blind
White heat - white heat shaping way down to my toes
White light - white light could kill me now, goodness knows
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white heat
Oh, oh, white heat
White light - white light gonna drive me out of my brain
White light - white light gonna make me feel so insane
White heat - white heat shapin them down to my toes
White light - white lights got it now, goodness knows
White light - white light gonna drive me out of my mind
White light - white lights surely gonna make me blind
White heat - white heat shaping way down to my toes
White light - white light could kill me now, goodness knows
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white heat
Oh, oh, white heat
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white heat
Oh, oh, white heat
White lights a-flashing
White light
Still feels right
Whats that sound, whats that sound
Dont turn on, be dead or alive
No feeling
Here she comes
Oww, yeah
(oh, oh, oh, oh) here she comes
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
(ah, ah, ah, ah)
song performed by by David Bowie
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Blue Sea
The clouds roll in on me so heavily
I feel the rains presence as I listen to the roaring sea.
That blue sea that takes you in and washes you away
To somewhere you may or may not want to stay.
That blue sea that you look in for answers
that blue sea that questions your questions
or gives you an answer only with question backwards
That blue sea that leaves your thoughts
within its deep blue content.
That feeling it gives leaving you absent...
of what could happen as that blue sea waves.
Washing away the thoughts and emotiond you felt
Yes Im talking hurt and pain.
That blue sea that your secrets swim within
That blue sea oyu float in continuously again and again.
That blue sea, that blue sea
That blue sea is reality.
poem by Kenya GreEN eYeS Mallett
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A Walk in Mansarovar Park
The sun was ready to set,
The sky had turned amber.
I felt compelled to get
Out, as I suddenly remembered,
How the view made me feel.
I could miss a meal,
Not this gorgeous sight.
It just seems right.
The birds are homeward bound.
They are so high in the sky I can’t hear a sound,
I feel in harmony
It’s kind of funny,
Here in the Mansarovar Park,
Where I come for a walk
I feel one with my creator,
And all the mental layers
Of fear, anxiety just disappear.
It uplifts my spirit and mood
As nothing else could.
I feel a sense of being
And find no reason to sing
In praise of Lord at a temple,
While there is ample
Proof of his Presence in everything
I can feel his blessings
I am because he is
This realization fills me with bliss.
I bow my head in acceptance
And have no words to express his benevolence
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Aaron
My works are spirit so,
Read them very slowly to feel my presence;
But do ask always at Abel to get your answers.
I am Aaron from Africa and,
That which was dead is now alive!
And this poem will wake you up from your bed.
You know my love and works and,
I know your love and your care;
But this poem is like your streamline body!
And it will touch the sweet of your body as well.
My works are spirit so,
Read them very slowly to feel my presence;
For you are the one that i have chosen among the lot!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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It is sometimes said that scientists are unromantic, that their passion to figure out robs the world of beauty and mystery. But is it not stirring to understand how the world actually works — that white light is made of colors, that color is the way we perceive the wavelengths of light, that transparent air reflects light, that in so doing it discriminates among the waves, and that the sky is blue for the same reason that the sunset is red. It does no harm to the romance of the sunset to know a little bit about it.
Carl Sagan in Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space
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Silver Birds
Silver birds
getting ready to fly
red, white and blue
it's our pride in the sky
Silver birds
above the clouds
making waves
making us proud
Silver birds
shining bright
into the evening
into the night
Silver birds
amongst the rest
flying strong
to be the best
Silver birds
coming round the bend
getting ready to land
out of their descend
Silver birds
representing the states
with the colors of freedom
at all their gates.
Charlie Vergara
11.21.2007
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poem by White Tiger
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I Like It Here
this is my place, insignificant, small,
fleeting even, like a soft breath coming out of my mouth when
i utter the word
you and
i, but you are still confused unable to understand each letter
like chopped string beans so disconnected
from each piece
i understand myself now as intimately as my nose
to my lips to smell and sound touching each other
this moment,
i still say convinced as i am like how the window pane
agrees to entertain a morning chill and then
the light coming,
i still say, i like it here, the view from here,
green mountains hairy with forest trees
rivers running like children in the parks
clouds drifting like butterflies all in the hues of pastel blue
and some scratches of white and gray,
i like the sea here
friendly salt to my tears, i like the gardens here,
so alive with flowers and bees and blades of grass,
i like it here
and i have no plans ever to leave even with you telling me that you love
me till the end of days and nights,
you are lying and there is no sense dying
in the beds of your dreams so far away like
a mythical kingdom.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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i like it here
this is my place, insignificant, small,
fleeting even, like a soft breath coming out of my mouth when
i utter the word
you and
i, but you are still confused unable to understand each letter
like chopped string beans so disconnected
from each piece
i understand myself now as intimately as my nose
to my lips to smell and sound touching each other
this moment,
i still say convinced as i am like how the window pane
agrees to entertain a morning chill and then
the light coming,
i still say, i like it here, the view from here,
green mountains hairy with forest trees
rivers running like children in the parks
clouds drifting like butterflies all in the hues of pastel blue
and some scratches of white and gray,
i like the sea here
friendly salt to my tears, i like the gardens here,
so alive with flowers and bees and blades of grass,
i like it here
and i have no plans ever to leave even with you telling me that you love
me till the end of days and nights,
you are lying and there is no sense dying
in the beds of your dreams so far away like
a mythical kingdom.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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About To Write, For The First Time, A Poem, Repeated Throughout Eternity
Never felt so alive
feel as if I'm about to write
the poem I think I've written
over a thousand times
yet here I am - In this place - in this time
(living it out it seems as if again)
as if for the very first time
time, there I go again repeating myself
over and over wondering will it ever be over
thoughts spinning universes
sound of blood throbbing in the ear
hands still a bit shaky but becoming
coming to a realization
reality beginning to settle in
I can see the works of my fellow poets
the positive faces on tv
smiling faces all around me
pigeons and lily white butterflies
follow me where ever I go
I see the presence of the great spirit
and know I am not alone
Poetry, she wraps the bones thaws the cold warms the soul
provides creations leverage to break the ice
Love, for her sum essence amounts to the
sum of the most beloved creations
I'll continue to write, contemplating eternity as
we ride out this single life
no more empty threats
no more violence towards others period
the cycle stops whenever it reaches me
no longer will I have to contemplate taking my own life
I know what I am what we are what we represent
what we are here to do
but despite all the love and beauty I am blessed to express
until every being in this world is free, a part of my being,
depressed forever shall be
a cigarette to mark a coming repetitive point of pause
moment to step back retain my thoughts
don't know whats next only the poem is certain
just gotta keep positive state of mind reassuring myself
it all make sense eventually
perhaps perfect sense is just me
in the moment as I write?
But we know god we know our strength
we know we shall persevere
a life time spent sifting sorting rearranging
scattered stanzas jotted notes and thoughts of love
knowing the great spirit shall never pull my plug
every moment spent creating teaching loving learning sharing
though the poem is overwhelming
god has assured me
all will make sense eventually
for soon shall my eyes come to see
past visions play out future thought
heaven played out in fantasies
captured in the presence
visions delivered with the price
of anxiety living on constant edge
a heightened sense of anticipation
learning to help heal suffering
and how to come to terms with expectations
moments of experience
teach life lessons
compassionate pathways open the eyes
perception tells me one thing
about my place in time
wise enough to know how to
make my peace with deceptions of the mind
realize we are all in the process
of creating and affecting infinite lives
all divine beings know
what one creates today
visits another in dream
an inspiration today
birthing another tomorrow
who am I but not an i
another eye upon eternity
not the first nor the last
throughout eternity we resurface
always repeating the same messages
'after us there shall be many'
truth be told I may never know
whether I've arrived or just returned
only god has the power to reveal
I don't know yet who my thoughts
are going to reach the impact they'll one day make
to me, to you, dear
reader, thinker, lover,
soul, spirit, poet, singer
student, teacher,
to those struggling, honest working,
the faithful and the like
whoever shall stumble upon these
shared words, thoughts, these dreams,
and experiences
until god tells me I'm through
I'll keep repeating my self
channeling the best my soul has to
offer to you
thank you
simply thank you
one and all
creation knows no fury
greater than creation's
own ignorance
from existence is offered
the four presences
wisdom love compassion
and forgiveness
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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A Winters Day
Winter,
the cold freezes my thoughts,
freezes my feelings
the wind bites at my face
the snow falls almost as if its in slow motion,
as if im in slow motion
time seems none exsistant
color fades to white
sound becomes silence
the light casts over the snow which glistens like diamonds
color is covered with white
sound becomes silence
the light casts over the snow which glistens like diamonds
There's a cold breeze in my face
I feel the winter come with its peace
The beauty is hard to imagine
But winter is a sight to see
poem by Aaron Mac Lean
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Holding On
Lost, lost like a precious flame
The ashes burn on
The ghost of a love we had
Tries to hold on, tries to hold on
No communication
All systems are down
No new conversation
Never a sound, never a sound
Whats the point in holdin on
When the spirit is gone, holdin on
Whats the point in holdin on
When the spirit is gone
Cold, cold as the empty night
Deep in your eyes
I know theres no truth, no light
Only your lies, only your lies
The circles broken
The damage is done
The crystal lies
Smashed on the floor
Your presence has left me now
Your spirit has gone
The ghost of a love we had
Tries to hold on, tries to hold on
The circles broken
The damage is done
So whats the point in holdin on
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Sins Of Omission
On the fringes of torso and lips
Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir
Pummelled plains and beaten fields
Were never broken in spirit within
But I feel like were coming around
Yes, I feel like were coming around
Tell me
Cloud burst teeming, insect wave and bite
Yes its true, we are not alone
Tv silence its a narrow entrance
Its a sometimes leading into future time
But I feel like were coming around
Yes, I feel like were coming around
I feel like were coming around
Sins of omission, no love
Sins of omission
I heard it once before in shepherds isolation
Over the horizon in blue and white now, now
Now overcome you can outrun it
When the roarings cease and the right stuff weaves and fits into your life
And I feel like were coming around
Yes I feel like Im coming around, tell me
Sins of omission, no love
Sins
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Do Not Ask My Presence
Do not ask my presence
Today or
even tomorrow
The flowers
Bloom, the clouds and sun come
The sea is blue
The sea breezes blow
Sunshines and grasses spread
The birds sing
The fishes swim
The rains come
& waves roll & sea caps
foam
Even without me,
So do not ask for my presence
In all these matters
That manage
Even without me
Without you
Or us,
They manage themselves
Well,
& good enough they fend for themselves
and repair
whatever is broken & heal whatever is
injured or
wounded,
so if you Walk with sadness, it does not
really Matter,
the flowers along the way
still bloom
And blue clouds still drift by,
even if some
Tears fall
From your eyes
And even if you die,
the sun still shines To another bluish sky.
Nature is automated, & to your uniqueness
You are formatted.
That is the real difference, this randomness
Of feelings
This intentionality of what you wish what you
Desire.
i have reasons for my absence
a disappearance
this sense of hiding..........
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That blue sea...
The waves are splashing against the cloud mountains
I stop and listen as I take a drink from life's fountain.
The clouds roll in on me so heavily
I feel the rains presence as I hear to the roaring sea.
That blue sea that takes you in and washes you away
To somewhere you may or may not want to stay.
That blue sea that you look in for answers
that blue ocean that questions your questions
or gives you an answer within a question
That blue sea that leaves your thoughts
within its deep blue content.
That feeling it gives leaving you absent...
of what could happen as that blue sea waves.
Washing away the thoughts and emotion you felt
That blue sea that your secrets swim within
That blue sea you float in continuously
That blue sea of reality.
where the dolphins are swimming
while the sunlight is dimming.
as they swim across the blue open sea...
you realize the dolphin that you are meant to be.
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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The Guest is inside you, and also inside me
The Guest is inside you, and also inside me;
you know the sprout is hidden inside the seed.
We are all struggling; none of us has gone far.
Let your arrogance go, and look around inside.
The blue sky opens out further and farther,
the daily sense of failure goes away,
the damage I have done to myself fades,
a million suns come forward with light,
when I sit firmly in that world.
I hear bells ringing that no one has shaken,
inside 'love' there is more joy than we know of,
rain pours down, although the sky is clear of clouds,
there are whole rivers of light.
The universe is shot through in all parts by a single sort of love.
How hard it is to feel that joy in all our four bodies!
Those who hope to be reasonable about it fail.
The arrogance of reason has separated us from that love.
With the word 'reason' you already feel miles away.
How lucky Kabir is, that surrounded by all this joy
he sings inside his own little boat.
His poems amount to one soul meeting another.
These songs are about forgetting dying and loss.
They rise above both coming in and going out.