29 January
Aquarius goes on to acquire
50 hands
more faces, water, droplets of rain,
more fingers, twigs of trees
more feet, roots and more roots and more capillaries
more of these nonsense, foolishness of men
wisdom of God
less reason, junk food, broken computer chairs, dragging hours,
more emotions, flowers on my bed, candles by the side of my bathroom
stay more on the left side of the brain, giving justice for the lost moments,
striking the chords of despair and repairing the broken strings of awe,
why not? why limit myself to usual possibilities of office, home, church, work,
honor, position, pedestal
when the mountain ranges are waiting, less trodden paths where only my two feet fit,
muddy rivers, pigs, doghouses, bee hives, chase and chase myths
on the 29th, i like being away from me.
i will meet myself as a stranger, offer it hot tea on cold morning,
no asking of where it hails from, and where it is going,
just being together, mirroring, no teasing, no guilt,
no comparisons,
i keep on writing for no one.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Political Law Class
it is avatar like
i am growing roots all over my body
my eyes
through its pupils
are giving you
pathways
to another dimension
beyond the
threshold of the law
of this land
i tell you about sandcastles
that we keep on building
and how every hour the waves of the sea
are destroying them
faithful to the law
we keep rebuilding these sandcastles
eternal damnation but
for a cause
we never let ourselves be drowned
by the depression of
the hours
survival of the fittest
so you have to memorize the faces of
those around you
they may not make it
after all
i spread my roots
to all your noses your hands
fingers
every orifice of your
bodies
after three hours
i have lost what i have for that day
going home
driving alone
on a dark night
i am surprised
why i have
become
stronger....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Is All Your Decision
dressed so thickly on a cold season
you decide to go to the top of the mountain
alone, and there you sit for hours looking at
the trees, and hills, and patches of villages
below, your feet hangs on a cliff, your hands on
the side of the mountain, secure on the tall grass
beside you, some twigs whisper the necessity
of being alone with yourself, wondering what
happens next, when you finally decide to jump
and then forget about what happens
next. This is the ultimate decision of your life.
To end it
Or to go down and think and start all over
again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Her Old Argument
we meet as old trees with roots deep on the ground.
twigs are trunks and leaves if they fall do not come back to hang back.
do not look for meanings, they are all there already
when we meet as old trees
when we agree that we meet as old trees so there will be no
compromise that you change that i change
that we become like each other in color and perceptions
what you see is what you get, that is your oldest premise
and i jump into conclusions: i am free, you are freedom.
somewhere, i also cannot bend as you keep that bent posture
when we meet as trees old enough to understand the spread of
our respective roots.
'you cannot change me, you can only love me' your ending statement.
' i give up the search for the idea, i stay put' my conclusion.
The pavement is so dry. There is no rain. I hear nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Journey Back To Ourselves
as i stare at the
rain
i remember
trees
transparent and
cold
trees without
leaves
i imagine
twigs
or roots or
trunks
they are never
there
no matter how
trees are tears
without leaves
without roots
with so much
salt in each
and then you
touch the waves
of the imaginary
sea and then
your journey back
to you begins
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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353
i see you walking on the snowy land
alone
there is no shining sun
the paths too slippery
for your asian
feet
you feel the world is too narrow for you
and you do not fit
like thread
to the eye of the needle
you have cried
more than many times that your fingers
can no longer count them
you have put too much
salt
on the snow
the air is dry and everything
is humid
there are no leaves on the trees
no birds singing
on this harsh foreign land
you are still
alone
on a broken heart you shall thrive
on broken wings you shall try
to fly away again
but for how long
my friend?
my friend do not be lonely
your home is waiting
warmer
the sun is always there
to caress your cold skin
and the moon at night
awaits you
for some more poems
that i make
to appease the
anger in your heart
come home my friend
they have been waiting
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fragment 10
Perfection
Where is this perfection?
In our fingers
That do not have the same sizes?
In our feet that stumble?
In our eyes that do not see too well?
In our skin that sheds off from time to time?
In our broken selves?
In our shattered days, our past haunting
Our future dwindling like
Stones powdered by
Time’s hammering
Hours
Perfection
You feel it sometimes
It is there
It is not yet here
It waits for us
And we are not rushing still
We are frozen
Like trees in winter
Come summer
We shall wilt like twigs
And leaves
Perfection remains
A quest
For the waters
To quench our thirsts
And it is not yet here
Our wells are dry
The rivers too muddy
The sea too salty
The spring polluted
Where then?
Wait, just wait,
He has the answer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On The Shoreline
Released as b-side of I cant dance single, 1991.
Well theres a place where two worlds collide
The pile of stone against the pull of the tide
You can stay with your feet on the ground
Or step into the water, leave the dry behind
On the shoreline
Meet me on the shoreline
Where you can only swim if you try
Well, if theres somewhere on the other side
It might be better, it might be as bad
Someday soon youll have to make a move
Cos you cant stay forever, ah just waiting
On the shoreline (on the shoreline)
Meet me on the shoreline (on the shoreline)
Take me over, lead me through
Well can you take me there, to the other side
Where everything is new, uncertain and strange
Dont ever let me go till were there
I dont know what it is Im looking for
And until its found I wont be sure...
Well, there are squares in the game of life
When you can keep on moving or turn aside
Yes, there are times when you have to decide
To put your feet in the water, or stay
On the shoreline (on the shoreline)
Meet me on the shoreline (on the shoreline)
Where you can only swim if you try
Ill be there - oh
On the shoreline (on the shoreline)
Ill be there on the shoreline (on the shoreline)
Where you can only swim if you try
Ill be there
Ill be there - oh
Yes, Ill be there
Ill be there...
song performed by by Genesis
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Ill Be Back Upon My Feet
By sandy linzer and denny randell
Girl, I know the grass is greener, just around the bend.
Gotta say, goodbye! but dont you fear.
Though the road is dark and I might fail to find the end
I wont disappear.
Ill be back upon my feet. Ill be back upon my feet.
Chase the morning sun to find my one and only you.
Ill be back upon my feet. Ill be back upon my feet.
Lookin high, Im lookin low.
When I find my boots I know I gotta go.
Maybe I will be a star, or maybe just a clown.
Girl, Ill never know until I try.
Maybe I will meet a girl wholl try to keep me down.
But you dont have to cry.
Ill be back upon my feet. Ill be back upon my feet.
Chase the morning sun to find my one and only you.
Ill be back upon my feet. Ill be back upon my feet.
Lookin high, Im lookin low.
When I find my boots I know Ive gotta go.
[instrumental]
Maybe I will meet a girl wholl try to keep me down.
But you dont have to cry.
Ill be back upon my feet. Ill be back upon my feet.
Chase the morning sun to find my one and only you.
Ill be back upon my feet. Ill be back upon my feet.
Lookin high, Im lookin low.
When I find my boots I know Ive gotta go.
song performed by by Monkees
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Every Morning
every morning...he takes his off...his eyes...from their places...clumsily...lazı ly.....as he...as he leaves out..and gets out of his dreams...then he...puts on his feet...counts his arms..and if his fingers are in teir right places and complete...he places his head to its usual place...he then takes out his stomach....pours some tea in it....and silently...goes out...leaves to work...there he takes out his feet again...his fills his head with many troubles....in evening he returns home..his lonely home...then counts his broken hopes...he leaves one of his feet in the kitchen..the other on the streets....then scatters his fingers in the house...then goes....to sleep...to dreams...
poem by Metin Sahin
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Coming Home This Christmas
coming home this christmas
when all the leaves are dead
when all the twigs are broken
when there are no flowers
she looks underneath the bed
looking for old letters maybe
there must be some in there
she goes out to the open yard
looking for some creeping roots
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Okaerinasai
this is the stranger
dusty face and muddy
feet
caulked
he still holds the key
to the old room
his room
opens it
he was away for months
his dog is dead
inside the bathroom
the whole house
stinks
all lines are cut off
it is dark
he arrives at night
dogs are howling
the trees have no leaves
the winds are cold
the path is
grassy and wild
the squirrels left
when he arrives
nuts
the rats stand at
the door watching
his every move
there is a mirror
at the veranda
at the side of the
door
it is hazy
it could be me
in this
horrible
thought
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roooaaaaaahh
I believe
In Our Fate
We Don't Need To Fake
It's All We Wanna Be
Watch Me Freeeaaak !!
I Say
We're Growing Every Day
Getting Stronger In Every Way
I'll Take You To A Place
Where We Shall Find Our
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Rain
Bring Me The Strength
Is Breeding Me This Way
To Get To Another Day
And All I Want To See
Set Us Free
Why
Can't You See
Can't You Feel
This Is Real
Ahhh
I Pray
We Don't Need To Change
Our Ways To Be Saved
That All We Wanna Be
Watch Us Freak
song performed by by Sepultura
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A Redmption Of The Self
when i stand there
there was a dark cloud of shame
above my head
the cloud is heavy
and it poured
dismay
i am drenched with
humiliation
i fell like i am a tree with
wilted leaves
that keep on falling to
the ground
until i become nothing
but twigs
mere fingers of the hands
skeletal to the sky
i do not have those roots
that keep me strong
but then there is always that
redemption
ally to the sun
shall i be when tomorrow comes
i grow my leaves again
spread my roots
deeper than the
hands of the rivers
to the cracks of the earth
where gold resides
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Broken Dreams
I don’t see a long road ahead of me
And my coffee cup, instead of been half full
It’s always half empty
I got no home
I’m on the streets
An in the cold lonely morning
I’m awaken by somebodys cries an screams
All I’ve got left is my broken dreams
My past's erased from my memory
Anyone I knew before
Never cared enough to contact me
I’ve lost my friends
I’ve lost my family
My life’s falling apart
It’s coming loose at the seems
All I’ve got left is my broken dreams
The dreams I used to dream
When I was a kid
Never left my heart
But I never did them, I never lived
So now I cry into my glass
To try an make it full
I’m crying lost rivers an lost streams
All I’ve got left is my broken dreams
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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First Snow Fall
Today is the first snow fall of the winter
And I have exhausted myself thinking
Thinking devoid of emotions
Dry thinking like some dead parts of a computer
For dead leaves and trees are not dead
They die with emotions
And computers too
Snow fall and computers
It’s all but my thinking
My love, for so many hours
I have been remembering you
I have missed you too
But I am here and will watch
The snow fall for you
And again I want to make
My computer live
And a camera
To record
Now I wish I had camera with me
And then download my emotions
To the computer
And wire it to you
To share with you
Now, look so many emotions
And the computer parts
Which are alive
And in assistance
To the nature
Trees and roots
Human and emotions
I want to call you on phone
A mobile phone
And tell you
Its snow fall over here
But before the night falls
Let me do it
My love,
Sometimes life is so beautiful
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Loser
(feat. The Stooges)
Allright
The feet in my boots
Are shaking their roots
For a reason
I'm looking at you
And you're too much to chew
For a reason
And the problems you got
Are the problems you got
For a reason
And what you are not
Is what you are not
For a reason
There's a decadent home
Where there should be control
I can't live anymore
There's a festering truth
Where there should be the truh
I can't live anymore
You wanna blame me
But you got misery
For a reason
And the way that you lose
Is the way that you chose
For a reason
And if this is a slam
I don't give a damn
For a reason
Cuz the point of this song
Is I'm moving along
For a reason
There's a bottomless pit
And you've got me in it
I can't live anymore
You're a tower of a cruel
And I feel a fool
I can't take it anymore
You're a loser
You're a loser
You're a loser
You're a loser
You're a loser
For a reason
You're a loser
The feet in my boots
Are shaking their roots
For a reason
For a reason
For a reason
For a reason
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Things That May Greet You One Day
a faucet that leaks
a computer that shuts down
a cell phone on low batteries
a flashlight that does not light
a dark bathroom
a malfunctioning vcd
a car that does not start
a study lamp with a broken
switch
some things broken
you wish they were not
but just the same
you go on with what
this broken day has to offer
you relax on sad thoughts
you mend what you can
such are your days
and she never knew
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lino
i trust you and i repeat
the line of our heritage
from trees we come from
rooted to their roots
this time we let go off
our leaves and even some
of our twigs as we pay
tribute to the change of the
season, but soon, Lino,
and i trust you, we become
trees faithful to the sun again,
soon they shall see buds,
growing from new twigs,
roots growing deeper
probing our loneliness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cold Feet
There was a little boy once upon a time
Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind
For every copper penny and clover he would find
Make a wish for better days the end of hard times
For no more cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
His clothes were always clean
His face was always scrubbed
There was food on the table enough to fill him up
His house was full of life - his house was full of love
But when winter days arrived
There was never money enough to shod his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He grew up to be a worker determined to succeed
He made a life for himself, free from worldly wants or needs
But with nobody to share the life hed made
No body to keep him warm at night
When hed go to sleep hed sleep alone with his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
One night he walked the street looking to the heavens above
Searching for a shooting star a benevolent god
When a woman passing by brushed his arm
He turned and found love
He then wished for the courage to ask this stranger
Who she was to not have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He thought shed like the party life and want the finer things
So he promised more than he could buy
And he promised her the sun and moon to not have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He worked day and night his fingers to the bone
Hi worried mind guilty conscience drive him on
He cant give her what she needs
He wants to give her what he thinks she wants
Her sad-eyed face, his empty pockets drive him on and his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
Hed struggled all his life to be an honest man
Proud that the dirt on his palms was the soil of the land
But some guys he knew from high school days
Said they had a plan to get rich quick
And they could count him in if he dont have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He thought about their offer accepted it without qualms
Dreamt about the life hed buy
The comfort that would come without cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He decided to tell his wife things would soon turn around
He said the little boy is dead
A man stands with you now without cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
Without cold feet - cold cold cold cold feet
He thought hed set his clock right - he though hed read his watch
He left in such a hurry he didnt think to wish for luck
Makes no difference if youre early - no difference if youre late
When youre out of time - the flowers have been laid
Youre six feet underground
With cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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The Hate That Destroys The World
when hate arrives with silent fury like a
tsunami,
so many lives are broken
so many houses are buried beneath
the muddy waters
have pity for the little girl
who was playing with her doll
when your gigantic waves
buried her alive,
that little boy was climbing the apple tree
to gather the ripe ones
mothers were frying bacon in the kitchen
as fathers went to work all day
in the ceramics factory
it was your hate that washed and buried them
all alive
and now
when you are at peace on
a subsiding fury
what do you have to see?
an island of debris
a long line of hungry people waiting for food and water
slippery roads
muddy feet
an open ground without shelter
lost dogs roaming the streets
an island that is warped in time in utter
distress
a sudden loneliness
the whole world watches
with horror and pity
inside you is another world full of guilt
what your hate has destroyed
you can never pay...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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