F-Stop Blues
Hermit crabs and cowry shells
Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you
He's waving at you
Lift him up to see what you can see
He begins his focusing
He's aiming at you
And now he has cutaways from memories
And close-ups of anything that
He has seen or even dreamed
And now he's finished focusing
He's imagining lightning
Striking sea sickness
Away from here
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
How many years and you've barely even tasted
Anything remotely close to
Everything you've boasted about
Look who's crying now
Driftwood floats
song performed by by Jack Johnson from Brushfire Fairytales
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The Lonely Woman And The Sea
tonight the lonely woman sits beside the sea again
her feet are too small and her hands too gentle
she speaks about what is missing and she recalls what she cannot find
she likes the song of the empty shells
the hermit crabs are too clumsy for her
her hair falls on the rocks and she begins to shed some tears
the sea keeps on waving, signalling as though sending the message
' please don't i have so much salt inside my belly'
but the lonely woman keeps on crying and she cannot be stopped
the sea is mute and the lonely woman is deaf
the tree says they make a good pair and someone says further
they can, who knows, without a hitch, live happily ever after
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The intellectual architecture means focusing on doing great work instead of focusing on agency politics.
I wasn't losing my focus but I was getting tired of focusing. What I was focusing on was becoming too routine, too ritual, not something that was interesting, new and exciting.
quote by Picabo Street
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So Close
Tears still lie
So close
So close
Even as the years go
Just underneath the surface
Silent goodbyes
So close
So close
To breaking down
You were here just a moment ago
Tiny little memories
So close
So close
The laughter and love
But still I want you here
Then thin glass is breaking
So close
So close
A silent, glittering tear
poem by Autumn Winds
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In this lonely island
I will go
Where the hermit
Crabs
Dry their
borrowed shells
As they bathe
Themselves
Under
The sun
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In This Lonely Island
In this lonely island
I will go
Where the hermit
Crabs
Dry their
borrowed shells
As they bathe
Themselves
Under
The sun
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You don't get results by focusing on results. You get results by focusing on the actions that produce results.
quote by Mike Hawkins
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I'm Taking The Photographs Of The Photographers
as they busy taking the
shots of their lives
focusing and focusing
their lenses
i take the opposite view
taking their pictures as they take their pictures
trying to define life
sifting all the details
the colors and tones
and frozen movements of
people and things
i am amazed on how amazed they are
with their object and subjects
i click my camera first before they
click theirs
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The East Side Of The Garden
in the east side of the
garden blue is the
butterfly that floats in the
air only for a day
and surrenders to the
last light of day
lament is lesser
within the community of
butterflies focusing
you are not alone
says the group of
worms
offering the
leaves of summer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Every Angle
I'm imagining your frame
every angle
and every plane
I'm imagining your smell
the one that mingled with mine
once upon a time
thoughts of you
are picketing my brain
they refuse
to work such long hours without rest
in unstable conditions at best
they're out there every day
holding up there signs
and thoughts of no other man but you
could possibly get through
the picket lines
to enter into my mind
I'm imagining your laugh again
the one you save for your family
and your very
close
friends
I'm imagining the way you say my name
I don't know when
I'm going to hear it again
my friends can't tell
my laughter from my cries
someone tell this photograph of you
to let go of my eyes
I'm imagining your frame
I'm imagining your smell
I'm imagining your laugh again
and the way you say my name
song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Ani DiFranco
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The Hermit Crab
The hermit crabs life is all but exciting live all alone
and in the sahdows in the bottom of the teary sea
feelings no comfort and no love this crab is all alone
no friends and allways hurting everyone
he use to have friends till the day he found him self this shell of dark sleeping alone
and being alone this crab used that bad to fell worse
we the other crabs of life the ones that live a full happy life
need to find him/her and bring this hermit out of it's shell
show to the hermit that talking isn't all bad
but being alone is talk about your problems dont hide in a shell
As Years Go By
Tell me how the years go by
Its been a long long time
Tell me how your plans fell through
And how you changed your mind
Tell me bout the hearts you broke
How many have you known
Tell me how the years went by
And left you all alone
Tell me dear
I want to hear
bout the lost and wasted years
Tell me when now tell me why
Tell me how the years go by
Tell me how the years go by
Like borrowed dancing shoes
That gather dust beneath your ned
Mislaid and seldom used
Like a heart that haunts a phone booth
On a corner far from home
Tell me how the years went by and left you
All alone
Close your eyes
Tell me what do you see
Its an imperfect world
Still we dream perfect dreams
Its no big surprise when were down on our knees
Truth isnt always what we will believe.
Tell me how the years go by
In seasons at your door
And how the things you left me for
Dont matter anymore
Tell me how the more we learn
The more we leave unknown
Tell me how the years went by and left you
All alone
Alone
Close your eyes (x3)
song performed by by Level 42
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Memories
Memories of good times
Memories of bad times
Memories of our love
So many memories
Memories of us crying
Memories of us laughing
Memories of our commitment
So many memories
Memories of us hugging
Memories of us kissing
Memories of those late nights
So many memories
Memories of how we met
Memories of how you left
Memories of what you said
So many memories
Why did you leave me
with so many memories
Did you ever realize
that my memories are yours
Everything we did together
stays within our memories
I remember getting hurt
Do you hurt too
Let's make a new memory
that we can both share
Let's love again
in our memories
poem by Adam McKim
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A Child Again
I'm a child again,
as memories come flooding back.
Here I am standing outside my old school
which is due to be demolished for something more modern.
Nobody's about, all is silence, except for the birds
chattering away in the same old Elm tree
which still stands against the side of the bicycle shed.
Such a strange feeling, something I can't describe.
I lift the latch on the gate, and walk through
into the playground, and pause awhile.
Voices seem to echo in the air around me.
Ah! Sarah, the noisy one with the ginger hair, into every scrape,
always a whirlwind. Unstoppable was Sarah.
Robert the shy, reserved one. Never mixed much, a bit of a loner really.
I heard somewhere, that he'd become a lawyer or something.
And, Yes. Jenny. Who could forget Jenny.
Jenny McKenny, who was clever at everything,
always laughing, always smiling, always your friend.
I wonder where they are now.
All have gone forever.
A terrible loneliness is creeping over me.
Why did I come. To refresh my memories, perhaps,
some bad, some good.
So long ago now, that they all feel good to me,
tinged with a sadness in my heart for what has been.
I'm reliving those memories of when I was a child,
with the hopes and thoughts of a child.
Moving towards the gate, unthinking as usual.
I'm forgetting to close it
like I used to do all those years ago.
I must turn around and close it now
And then there was our teacher, Mrs Saunders.
Oh My! What's this, a tear? .
poem by Ernestine Northover
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ONE PERSON (Love Poem)
So close, that we are drowning,
So close, that we are still in madness,
So close, that we are invisible in our love,
So close, that we are one 10000 miles apart,
So close, that we do not have to talk to know,
So close, that our hearts beat like one heart,
So close, that we dream the same dreams,
So close, that we breathe the same air,
So close, that we are one person.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Float Away
Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- thinkin bout some days gone by how
Time just floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my face- brings me back to
Good friends and times that money cant replace
[d:] everytime I close my eyes Im lost in a daze
[d:] thinkin bout the things that I really want to say
[jr:] and all the old games we played at nickel nickel arcade
[jr:] workin at the donut shop, dreamed of getting paid
[d:] and when the dishes got dirty, we got cascade
[d:] and when the weather was hot, we got a spot in the shade
[jr:] well no lie before we high, always rockin fresh fades
[jr:] before the spade and the stage we was drinkin underage
Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- thinkin bout some days gone by how time just
Floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my face- brings me back to good friends
And times that money cant replace
[jr:] now I was drivin down the ave
[d:] we on the radio now
[jr:] you know the good times weve had
[d:] when were in front of the crowds
[jr:] always holdin it down for myself and the boys
[d:] and back in 95s when we first got live
[jr:] now we was 18 years old on the run having fun
[d:] playing shows in the sun, no bus when we begun
[jr:] we had a van and a plan doin shows every night
[d:] now the california dream we be livin that life
Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- thinkin bout some days gone by how time just
Floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my face- brings me back to good friends
And times that money cant replace
[bridge]
When your time comes and youre numbers up
All you have in life is whats left in your cup
When the whistle blows and the partys over
Dont let em drag you out bored and sober
When whats done is done and what said is said
And the dreams youve had are lying in your bed
Let your memories be filled with no regrets
Theres no second chance, theres no turning back so..
Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- thinkin bout some days gone by how time just
Floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my face- brings me back to good friends
And times that money cant replace
song performed by by Kottonmouth Kings
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The Ladder
when you climb the ladder
you have become too insensitive
focusing your eyes
upon the fruits up the tree
you have had not the chance to ask
about its own ambitions too
or at least about some of its most
simple dreams
to lean upon a wall
when you step upon one of its arms
you never ever heard any complaint from its feet
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When a Consciousness Begins to Lift
When a consciousness begins to lift...
To leave behind foolishness that exists.
There seems to be an acceptance of it.
As if one realizes,
A birth has been committed.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
A release of limitations,
Easily takes a shift.
No longer is one concerned,
About winning conflicts with enemies burned.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It becomes easier to observe,
Those disturbed and their afflictions addicted.
Enjoyed and unrestricted.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It is best to rest.
And let it accept the truth,
That comes with it.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Expect a shock and some loneliness.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Those experiencing this,
Are left to feel estranged!
Alienated,
From that...
Which one had thought,
Was sane!
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Enjoy it as a gift.
Unveiling an abundance of understanding.
Connecting a peace that can be reached.
With a wish to share and treat.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
From those taught they should live,
With lives accepted in self defeat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do I Get Close
Living in a world where the flesh is cheap.
Body touches body but its only skin deep.
I can hold you in my arms every time that you weep
But weve lost that emotional flow.
Living on a planet full of emptiness
With maximum exposure full of sleaziness
But the make up on your face cant disguise loneliness
Where designer feelings are in vogue, what do they know?
Darlin darlin how do I get close to you when im
Trying, trying my heart is reaching out to you
How do I get close to you?
In this world without feeling,
Where words have no meaning,
If I were lying, lying,
Id have more chance of reaching you but im,
Crying, crying, but I cant get my message through,
How do I get close to you?
Get close to the sinners trying hard to repent
Get close to the homeless wasters and the innocent
Get close to the souls ignored and forgotten by the
Establishment.
People get afraid to touch in case it rubs off on them
Gotta get close, yeah people gotta stay close, close.
People gotta stay close.
Though we seem together, its breaking my heart.
This world is full of barriers that keep us apart.
Keep it superficial before feelings can start
In a world thats all glitter and glow, what do they know?
Darlin, darlin, I cant communicate to you without
Crying, crying, I cant get a message through
How do I get close to you?
How can I get close?
How can I get close?
Darlin, darlin, how do I get close to you when youre
Surviving surviving in a world thats making us confused
Guess Im afraid of losing you.
In this world without feeling.
Somehow we gotta stay close.
song performed by by Kinks
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Close Your Eyes, My Angel
Close your eyes, my angel,
For now, you will see,
The wonderful, peaceful world
That once used to be.
Close your eyes, my angel,
In that world, you will feel
Gentle hands of love and
Laughter, for wounds to heal.
Close your eyes, my angel,
Your feet will take you where
No angel has ever returned from
And no pain shall trouble you there.
So close your eyes, my angel,
Here, your memories shall remain just
For that was where you came from
And that is where you shall rest!
poem by Tanmayi Mukundan
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