3k
throughout these years
do not mind the tempest
what is important is that
we remain as teas
pleasing to the taste buds
of the gods,
it is not us anymore that
matter
it is the idea about us
it sticks as carbonates
inside the bottom
no one sees it
but its weight creates
that fact...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bottom
Lift your head up from the clouds
I know that you're shaking
Breaking down
How could you leave me
Garbage can
Never want to be your understand
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Lord can you help me get this weight off my shoulders
Can you help me I think I'm getting older
The pain that you left me deep within
How can I live living in sin
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
Sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom
How many times I gotta say
That you're never ever gonna get your way
Down in the gutter as I decay
Where you gonna leave me
Let me be
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me understand
And you know that I've tried
Don't you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
[x2]
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
[x2]
Sticks and stones breaking my bones
No your words aren't never gonna hurt me
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now i'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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Cooking and taste
eating the same tasteless dinner at the only diner
the umpteenth time, a thought came to my mind
am i a guinea pig or one of its kind
or was there a conspiracy behind
has my taste buds gone out of date
why is all so tasteless, that is the food i ate
i dared to ask the manager why the taste is so bad
bang came a caustic reply, this is by the best cook he ever had
(insinuating a problem not with his cook but with my taste)
well then it has to be my taste buds i thought
directing all my efforts to the food i had bought
then came storming, the savior, inside the hall
in his hand was the same food for which i have taken the fall
indignanlty he shouted at the manager
this food is so bad that even his dog had refused to had
hell i thought even the dog has a better taste
why, why am i such a waste
the dog in me forced me to start cooking that very day
the dog in me does sometimes refuses to eat what i cook
the human in me requests him to hav another look
for, when people are struggling for one square meal a day
how can i keep the food i cooked at bay,
hence i eat, taste or no taste, everything i cook, every day.
As A Matter Of Fact
Written by s. garrett & d. boyette
Blow daddy, aww, yeah
Here we are, standing at the hard line
We made it last this long
The two of us, together since the first time
And I believe our love is still strong
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come or go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I love you (oh, as a matter of fact)
And I love that you love me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter, a matter)
Some said we wouldnt make it this far
But they dont talk no more (no more)
The love we share is precious as a big star
And what we haves what others hope for
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come or go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I need you (oh, as a matter of fact)
And Im glad that you need me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter, a matter)
Mm, matter of fact, yeah (ooh as a matter of fact)
I want you (yeah, as a matter of fact)
And I cant tell you more than that
As a matter of fact, (ooh, as a matter) yeah (matter)
Aww, blow, daddy
Musical interlude
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come and go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(repeat chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I love you (oh, as a matter of fact)
Yeah and I love that you love me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
Ooh, ooh, baby
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I need you (yeah, as a matter of fact)
And Im glad that you need me right back
As a matter of fact
(ooh, as a matter) yeah (a matter)
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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That Illness Is Obvious And Can Be Easily Cured
Perhaps in one's mind,
They would like to see things...
Remain the same,
Unchanged.
But the fact of the matter is...
From birth to childhood,
Nothing stays as it is!
And 'something' in the heads,
Of adults should click!
If Mother Nature sees to it,
That everything changes...
Why is anyone living to breathe air,
Upset with anything...
That is not permanently fixed?
Misunderstanding,
And a lack of comprehension...
Stays trapped inside of a mindset like that.
There is no sense in researching,
For the beginnings of confusion!
That illness is obvious and can be easily cured.
No one should be looking too far,
For the reason and cause of their problems!
That implementation was created,
For mankind 'alone' to ensure this endures!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clusters Of Grapes
as God nature creates complete
a bunch of grapes growing on vine
each grape an interlocked fold skin
of original envisioned composition
so too human architect craftsman
creates cultivates ideas to time define
each grape is picked complete from vine
each grape is perfect as singular complete
an orb idea formed vine ripe fertile complete
each grape is taste savoured relished eaten
peel me a grape of an idea complete eaten
slave starves creates each gilded grape given
poem by Terence George Craddock
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It Does Not Matter Anymore
one gets used to it
a bland food one gets used
to blandness and it does not
matter anymore whether bland is
bland or not
one suffers the tastelessness
of routine like a road without a bend
where mountains are there and they
are there without anymore significance
to you whether they cast shadows or not
whether they are tall or leveled
whether they can obstruct or they
can make you pass through
if there is a wall you stop
and you cannot pass you turn around
and find another path
it does not really matter
whether it is a lie or truth
what matters most is
this journey that you are taking
and that soon it must be over
without destruction without hurting
those who must remain
those who are still holding their
wineglasses to wait for another cheer
how many years more? it does not matter.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The top of the hill and the bottom of the ocean
The top of the hill in our heart
The bottom of the ocean in our mind
Refuses to give in to the acceptance of
Self immolation and give up emulation.
It is for this we get the responsibility
To spread the books of morality of the supreme
Through out the world among the whole communities
While others expressed their handicapped inability
Including the sun, the moon and the expanding stars
It is the top of the hill and the bottom of the ocean
Makes and creates chasm which is one another's problem
Some times even creates a block to accept the supreme
It is the round off the things, the top negates the hill
And the bottom refuges to carry the ocean.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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War...
war creates fighting that kills everyone...
war creates hate where love should be...
war creates tears that will never dry away...
war creates pain that wont go away...
war creates sadness that wont feel better...
war creates destruction that will take too long to fix...
war blinds us of what’s right or wrong...
war steals us of the right to be happy...
war creates gaps that keep us apart...
war creates a fire you cant put out...
war drops bombs on our hopes and dreams...
war creates children without a father, no one to tuck them in at night...
war makes it hard for a parent to say “everything will be alright” when then don’t even have anyone that they can say “good night”.
war scars a child's mind with things they cant erase...
war makes a good nights sleep a living hell...
war creates nightmares that are never-ending dreams and then, just screams
war creates guilt that eats you alive inside...
war makes you see things that make you scream inside...
war creates scars when all you've seen is blood and more...
war only leaves death when every body drops to the floor...
war creates silence after it ends, so how long till it starts again?
and when all the willing that will fight, die and say their last good night
the war will end, the living will mourn, all for peace but what was it all for? For all those people who died, just so now everyone alive, can do nothing to cope but cry...
Age 14
poem by Alexander SaPonte
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(One More) Song For You
Da, da, da
I'm sittin' here and don't know what to do
just sittin' here and don't know what to do
there's nobody here I could ask how to do
just me and myself and nobody else
Although you're not, you're not here with me
I can hear your voice, speakin' to me
and when I close my eyes I can see your face
I know exactly what you're (just) about to say
Chorus:
And if I just write 'bout what's going on inside
like you said I should try
right from the bottom of my heart
And if I just write 'bout what's going on inside
what I have on my mind
right from the bottom of my heart
then there must be one more song for you
must be one more song for you
Da, da, da
It seems that I'm sittin' here now for days
already now I feel their critical gaze on me
what would I give for just one damn word
but it's just me and myself and nobodyelse
Chorus:
So if I just write 'bout what's going on inside
like you said I should try
right from the bottom of my heart
if I just write 'bout what's goin' on inside
what I have on my mind
right from the bottom of my heart
then there will be one more song for you
will be one more song for you
Maybe it's the way you look at me (look at me)
maybe it's the way your smile makes me feel (make me feel)
maybe it's the way you walk beside me (makes me)
well something, somehow makes me so sure
well something, somehow makes me
wanna just write 'bout what's goin' on inside
like you said I should try
right from the bottom of my heart
if I just write 'bout what's goin' on inside
like you said I should try
right from the bottom of my heart
and if I just write 'bout what's goin' on inside
what I have on my mind
right from the bottom of my heart
if I just write 'bout what's goin' on inside
what I have on my mind
right from the bottom of my heart
then there must be one more song for your
must be one more song for you
will be one more song for you
should be one more song for you
this is one more song for you
ooh god are you sure that I deserve it
ooh god I dont care if I deserve it
but let there follow, but let there follow
so much more
I'm sure there will follow, I'm sure there will follow
so much more songs
Da, da, da
song performed by by Wonderwall
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Everything Tastes Bitter
Come what may
The usual cannot be embraced anymore
It is the unusual that delights
My mind & senses
Extraordinary senses
Unidentified
My taste buds getting
Uncertain which is salt
Which is sweet?
Which is sour?
Rehabilitate my tongue
Everything tastes bitter.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Don't Anymore....
this thing is not the most
important to do in my life
i have many other important things
to manage,
but this one is most addicting
because it can be anything
from trivial to serious
or to nothing but just a
matter of expression for the day
like
hmm, when i have nothing to say
i can always say it here
like when i have nothing else to mind
i can always put it here
you see, we are riding on the same boat
of ennui
when we feel riding it
we do,
when we don't we simply turn this thing off
and
do something else somewhere
nothing kills us, nothing can,
as simple as that...you wonder
i don't anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Weight Of Time
THE WEIGHT OF TIME
The weight of Time
Hurts me.
So many years
In which Nothing has been done.
The rock at the bottom of the hill
And I still above
Looking down
With nothing in
My hands.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Master Of Mind Can only be a Master Mind!
Seeing and hearing,
Is it eye that see?
Is it ear that hear?
Eyes are windows of Mind,
Like are ears, eyes have eyelids, ears remain open!
Seeing is not perceiving,
Light passes through the small camera,
Giving picture of world around,
Yet mind is the processor,
Process the data,
Process the colourful image,
Sometime filling with its own colour!
But it is not vision,
mind sees something itself,
Seeing through the mind without the help of eyes
Neither windows opened,
Nor light from open windows affect!
Mind is that faculty sees something within,
And day by day the vision become clear,
When mind learns it is not the seer,
It sees everything clear,
Clearly presented to the master,
And Self is the master of Mind,
When mind is pure and clear,
Without prejudice and suspense traits,
Self perceives self in its true nature,
Nothing goes bad,
processed food for thought remain good for ever!
one who sees eyes as seer,
He is ignorant,
One who sees mind as a seer,
Knows not,
One whose mind sees the seer is different,
Vision get purified, seer can see through the mind,
Scenes seen by mind with eyes closed,
when perceived by seer,
It becomes vision of life,
And that vision when becomes ambition of life,
Ambition becomes aspiration,
Aspiration transforms into mission,
Mission transmits wisdom and genius of self!
Self becomes master Of mind
Self becomes master Mind,
Master and mind becomes one,
Master Of Mind Can only be a Master Mind
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Slimming
Shadorma (slimming)
Low fat cheese
Tastes like rubber soles
For weight loss
I eat it
Abusing my true taste buds
And I am still fat
poem by Oskar Hansen
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I Want To Know That You Will Munch
If it is going to be from me stated,
Not a syllable connected...
Has been chosen in haste.
I do not intend to waste time.
Neither yours or mine.
Throwing anything together,
To satisfy a taste.
I don't want you just to nibble.
I want to know that you will munch.
If I find there is something important to say,
And I regard you as an important receiver?
I am not going to select anything quickly,
To pick and appease what I believe,
Will be acceptable to your taste.
I am not that kind of chef.
To deliver less than my best
If what I say is important enough to say to you,
That importance I show to you I wish to keep.
I want you to expect each time a feast from me.
And if that is not believed...
I have no other way to convince.
Other than to ignore you.
And I perceive you have been already,
Accustomed to that.
Or you wouldn't be so offended,
By the closeness of my approach.
Or my willingness to remain attached.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Creates
Love creates mysterious things,
Love creates beautiful expressions,
Love creates everything we need,
Love creates without a thought :)
Love creates no thinking mind,
Love expresses from hearts,
Love comes through effortlessly,
Love becomes the place we share :)
Love is our greatest gift,
Love shares our hearts as one,
Love is creation and our intentions,
Love knows our beauty without pretending :)
Love creates ABUNDANCE always,
LOVE CREATES OUR INTENTIONS,
Love creates our endless wants regardless,
Love is our self expression SHARED :)
poem by Paul Jensen Jr
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You're Not Alone
R.sambora
You can be a million miles away
I will always love you
You can be a thousand throught always
I'll be thinking of you
No matter where you try to hide
You will always gonna find me
Right where i belong
Been here beside you all along
Like some ancient star
Forever we'll remain.
Even if the sky should ever fall from grace
If i die or fade away
In the end you'll always know
You're not alone.
You can change your face to someone else
Still i won't forget you
When you're feeling lost inside yourself
I will come and get you
These days the only saviour you can find
Is something you believe in
Deep inside your heart
You might believe in me
Like some ancient star
Forever we'll remain
Even if the sky should ever fall from grace
If i die or fade away
In your life you'll always know.
I know you got your fears and doubts
They're weighing on your mind
But something's gonna save you
You're gonna see the truth inside
I'll be right beside you
When the world tears apart
On your book like a shadow
No matter where you are
Like some ancient star
Forever we'll remain
Even if the sky should ever fall from grace
If i die or fade away
In the end you'll always know
You're not alone
You're not alone.
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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What She Thought
what her thoughts are
he does not mind anymore
what is important is that he is still intact
a whole man despite the years of rage
and misunderstanding
that after all the deceptions at least he still keeps himself abreast
to his own beliefs,
not rattled, he keeps some words hidden
inside his pockets, he keeps some old pictures
which have become invisible
and permanently useless, he did not throw them just in case
someone so special remembers him again
on his last years
he is tired about her thoughts like some cyclones
on his peaceful island
inside a hill, deep down under is his tunnel
of identity, something that no one,
no storm, no earthquake
can ever destroy
he is not in hiding yet
he is in the open for the meantime that is it spring
the birds still please him
and the clouds with so many images to tell
still comfort him
he steps forward soon
and draws an exit using his stick
soon, soon,
that has always been his kind of dream
a monologue
it is the hope of the stones.
it is this love for a shadow.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To philosophical materialists God is no more than an idea in the human mind, and not a very important idea.
quote by Phillip E. Johnson
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Of Lovers And Friends
i like the idea
that once we
were lovers
savoring each
sweetness
in the dark
then we were
torn apart
like some important
pages in the book
another chapter
is missing
what i do not like
about is this idea
that we cannot be
friends anymore
you shy away
even with the slightest
hush of my
hello
are you still in
pain?
you still love
me then?
i am at home
now
with love and
peace
there is only one
thing that i ask:
is friendship
dead in your heart?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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