Watashi wa wakarimasen.
until then
the moon never says
that it understands
the language of the
night
she is immersed
in the darkness
she is floating
in that immense
space
she is inside something
that does not
too understand
the meaning of
its light...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Darkness Of...
Darkness is not the darkness of night
it is the darkness of mind and soul.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of discrimination between poor and rich.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of dishonesty.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of aggravate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is darkness of corruption.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of indiscipline.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of animosity.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of inveterate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of perjury.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness that we all brought up inside us,
so, light the lamp of light inside you...
poem by Suniya Garg
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Night's riders, on the shore
The swimming of the sea
, the waves accompany little creatures
floating upon the surface;
immersed in a deep breath
here, re-emerging, and then hide.
Refreshing islands of sands furnace; ambush
The walk castaway, the last breath of the skin,
impatient the water cools, the full-bodied,
A part of me belongs to the sea; the other is left floating
On banks of freshness and green palms.
And when the moon is immersed in the veil of the sea,
We squirt and jump, night's riders,
on the shore.
poem by Luca Menin
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Some Fun With Balloons On A Midnight Candle
some colored balloons in my room
floating towards the ceiling
they are light
wanting to escape
their nature of flight
they can fly away from this roof
and they all gleam on borrowed light of the moon
like some colored lights
fruits, floating fruits dissolving in dark skies
above a midnight candle
they stay for a while and travel a certain distance
in this heat this dark confusion in my mind
each shall burst, i have not heard this sound
cracking in this darkness
floating, i am, it is me, how well do i know?
this burst this natural death
in space
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Understood
Never understood
Always judge
no one to understand me
why do I put up
with this I hate
life and everyone in it
looking for someone
to finally understand me
It seems like no one
dose people say they do
but they really don't
then someone called me
right before suicide
right at the perfect moment
She asked what I was doing
I said suicide
She says if you do it
at least tell me why
Because no one understands me
Ok I see I always thought
you were the only one that understands
me so if you die I will
die inside like you did
a horrible feeling
to feel empty inside
Why don't you help me
out of it then
poem by Live To Die
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A Poem Begun In Darkness
A POEM BEGUN IN DARKNESS
A poem begun in darkness
Waits for morning light -
It knows the light will bring hope -
It understands that when a new day begins outside
Inside too there will be light-
A poem begun in darkness
Knows somehow it will end in light -
Better Light than Darkness
Better Hope than Fear
Better a new world
Than one which is waiting to die
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Enlightenment
light, there is light,
too light, above my hair,
a little sun floating
above my eyelids,
it settles finally on
my lips as a moon
sits on the the marshes
at night,
the mouth opens
and it enters,
light, swallowed
inside my esophagus
finding its way inside
my heart,
it becomes the steel
core of my being,
a heart so strong now,
ready for another
surrender to love,
so gentle and yet
so objective,
savoring and yet
unaffected.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Understand Your Reflection In The Mirror
and then you face the mirror again
staring at the reflection
touching the image
with your hands
trying to feel
the coldness
of it all
somehow you begin to understand
the meaning of a reflection
you go inside your door
not shutting it
you travel
the hardest journey of your life
trying to understand
what is it inside you
that does not befriend you
you experience the loneliest adventure
sailing the river alone
without a paddle
a map, a compass
a rudder
there is that light that guides you somehow
inside the cave of universal darkness
you feel like one of those muted
tiny glittering stars
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Way This World Is Going
the way this world is going is not really that smooth.
in space, in the emptiness of a vast space, there is only darkness
the stars may be there to light some portions
the moon and the sun
the only sun
lighting only this earth but beyond and beyond
our imagination sometimes becomes weak
our vision marred
and then inside that passing black hole
we are all sucked in
on a very sad ending.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'd Rather Be Loved
I'd rather be loved,
Than to be painted...
As somebody that I aint,
To then be tainted.
I'd rather be loved,
Than to be sainted.
As someone that's depicted,
In a way to be shamed.
And by...
The light of the moon,
I want to be seen as the person that I am!
And by...
The dawn until noon,
I want to be seen as the person that I am!
I'd rather be loved...
Under bright lighted moon.
And,
Seen to be the person that I am.
I'd rather be loved...
From the dawning 'til noon.
By somebody who completely understands.
I'd rather be loved...
Under bright lighted moon.
I'd rather be loved...
From the dawning 'til noon.
And...
By that one who knows and understands.
I'd rather be loved...
From the dawning 'til noon.
And,
When night falls we know there's no demands.
And...
When night falls we're there and understand.
And...
We know what we do and what we can.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Invisible Man
Everywhere he goes
Everything he does
Everything proves to him
That he dont exist for them
Cos they dont understand what
The invisible man understands
Everyday he tries
Every night he dies
Looking for someone like him
Someone who dont walk by him
Someone who knows what
The invisible man understands
He doesnt sell cars
He doesnt sell clothes
Never famous
And know one knows
Stick and stone aint hurt him
You can dance on his grave when hes gone
But the invisible man will still touch your hand
Until you understand what he wants
Do you think you know him
Do you think that you know him
The lies and deceit you give
The curses and cries you give
Do you understand what the invisible man understands
Invisible man do you understand
Maybe it is you?
Invisible man do you understand
Maybe it is you?
Maybe it is you?
Maybe it is you?
Maybe it is you?
Maybe it is you?
Do you think you understand
Do you think you understand
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Well Take The Night
Roy orbison/will jennings/j.d.souther
Baby its hard sometimes to wake and face this life everyday.
Sometimes its bad enough to stop and through the good all away.
Tonight lets put the world aside and let go toghether.
The night is one place we can hide in each others arms.
Dream on forever.
Come on baby,and well take the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is right.
Dreams are shining in a magic light.
Come with me,oh well take the night.
You and me,oh well take the night.
Baby, well take the night.
Look up and let the night unfold.
Hold on to the feeling.
Reach out and let it touch your soul.
And give in to love,love is believing.
Come on baby,and well take the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is right.
Dreams are shining in a magic light.
Come with me,oh well take the night.
You and me,oh well take the night.
If everystar should fall.
And tomorrow lose all meaning.
We would still have had it all.
Its locked away inside our hearts.
There for the dreaming.
Come on baby,and well tale the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is bright.
Dreams are shining in the magic light.
Come with me,oh well take the night.
You and me, oh well take the night.
Come on baby, and well take the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is bright.
Dream are shining in a magic light.
Come with me, oh well take the night.
You and me,yeah well take the night.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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A Superstition About A Black Butterfly
if it is a brown butterfly that flutters inside
the house
we have reasons to be glad
for it means money
if it is a black butterfly we better prepare
for it means death
sorrow, lament
last night the moon was full and it was floating
on the clouds
the sky was so dark the distant star in contrast
flickers like a firefly full of life
i have seen Venus, the neighboring planet
i keep the joy of light
there came a black butterfly
inside the room passing through the window
while you were sleeping
the light of the moon was all over you
i have seen death
it is inside me this love fading like a faint light
like that most distant star
losing the essence of its light
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mystic Moon
the mystic moon she shines so bright
it fills our hearts with the power of light
mystic me she calls to us
for us to live a life we can not rush
the mystic moon
her silver wind
blows through our world
and binds us to her
mystic moon
why do you love us so
we are born of darkness
yet you shine your light as our protector
mystic moon i understand
you are the darkness in wich we command
poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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Moonlight Sestina
While reading Li Po, I fall
Asleep, and dream of the moon
My body lies on white
Cool sheets, flooded in a pool
Of moonlight. Lost in a dream
I lie in light, floating.
Like a full moon floating
On waves, I feel the fall
And rise, the tide of these dream
Currents. Closer, the moon
Approaches to my pool
Of flesh, shining me white.
From the glare of waxing white,
Gauze curtains – breeze floating -
Shield this rippling pool,
Become a waterfall,
And break the mirror moon-
Light through wet prisms, I dream.
Is this Shechinah? my dream
Self asks. At once the cold white
Chills me to ice. The moon
Swells until it's a floating
City, waiting to fall -
Atlantis – in the pool.
I yearn to be that pool
Skin, transparent as dream.
Instead I fear the moon fall:
I cannot part the white
Sea of thighs, Still floating
Whole, I cry to the moon:
“I am not ready, Moon”
Silence shimmers my pool,
But brightness fades, Floating
Away. Then from the dream
I emerge, weeping white
Tears that shine like star-fall.
Li Po's moon plunge sank dream
Deep. Whirlpool of lunar white
Drowns us; floating, we fall.
poem by Lillian Susan Thomas
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The light [2]
Lord who decreed
and all things had become,
you who exist separate
from the machinations of time,
are not bound by years,
who seasons does not bind,
who forged space, the universe
and its glittering stars by your words
that is filled with power
immense without end
come to me a mere rebellious child
and help me understand my destiny,
help me see the way that you have set
be my brilliant ubiquitous light
that leads me on the true and only way
dispelling the darkness that encompasses me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Shadows
The rising of the moon wakes up the shadows
and commands them to emerge from the dark.
The daylight shadows are disappearing fast
with the sparrows the dove and the lark.
As always the light makes way for darkness
as it’s chased from night’s time and space.
The dark shapes seek out those of the light,
at this hour there’s no hiding place.
The shadows of the darkness will not submit,
away from the light they’re there.
Instinctively they wait until it’s eerie
then venture where nothing else dare.
After a night of changing shape and haunting
the shadows themselves feel fear.
The daylight is coming up on the horizon
and the night shadows flee and disappear.
poem by Orlando Belo
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I Heard The Night Whisper Again
I HEARD THE NIGHT WHISPER AGAIN
I heard the night whisper again
I waited for words.
The darkness came
And the words with them.
Night is now the poem
And darkness the destiny.
I hear silence
And a deep calling from another distant world.
Outside all white light denies night its meaning
Inside- the changes of life mean-
Abstraction no longer makes sense.
I hunger to hear my words spoken
But they are blank as dust as dust as the fallen page as the night that never stops happening- the infinite darkness
I hear and I hear but where are you who hear also?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Moth And Eagle...
i follow the scent
of old dogs and stray cats,
for they already know.
i walk the fine thread
of the spider's web,
awed by awareness.
i hear the howl of the moon,
speak the language of the wind.
i understand that stars care not for names.
i sleep inside the sleepless palm
of darkness becoming light.
who am i? i shout, 'nobody'...
overcome with relief!
one moment cup, the next moment water,
formless taking forms....
filling the need, both inhaled and exhaled,
as much a moth as an eagle!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Light of love burns deep inside me
Light of love burns
deep inside me
Neither seen or felt by
any one besides me
Fire never dies
Rapidly increases as day passes
Loneliness makes me shiver
Night haunts me
Darkness ignites the desire in me
Her memories fuels the light in me
I remember her smile
Eyes explore her in the darkness
through out the night
She does not arrive
the morning sun rises
devoid of any light for me
I am still groping in the darkness
around me
Light deep inside increases
with passing of time
I keep waiting and waiting
For her to be on my side
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Playground of Darkness
Through the old concrete walls
Light could not come inside
To play her daily magic show,
With the darkness of my room,
Here behind the book racks,
Under the worn bed cover,
Inside the clothes I wear,
Darkness finds its own space...
I can claim it to be my own.
poem by Biswajit Ganguly
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