A Pebble
inanimate,
the pebble is just perfect for me.
it does not feel, it has no color of the sun or any flower.
it is steady, and numb
and stays just where it is unless moved
by the force of a hand or of the surging water
it feels nothing
and looks dignified
you look at it
and it stares at you.
when it is thrown
away, it does not come
back.
and there it is, always, saying nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Finding A New Pebble
Meeting you is like
Finding a new pebble
Out at sea. I don’t
see
Any similarity
with
The rest
i say
you're unique
And
no one
Believes this pebble
in my hand is
Something significant
In fact
Everyone does
Not really mind
At all
Saying it is
Nothing but a
A very ordinary
pebble
But in my heart
It isn’t
It is something
That
Amazes me
with its texture
of solidity
and
metallic color
it has
Changed the way
i look
At all the pebbles
on the
shore
you lied.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Man, And Something Within
a man cannot say about
what he sees, sometimes, he merely
gazes at it, and then
either he stays or leaves,
he touches the hand of the wind
and does not tell you
what he feels, his mouth is dry
and his hair follows where the wind goes
he keeps a lot of somethings inside,
one that makes
him feel a stone
nothing drips, nothing flowing
steady as a post
without light
during the night, without fear
he expels shame
and then he goes back
takes that.... something
and does not say
at all anything
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Walked Out Of Heaven
I'm rollin' down alonely highway
Askin God toplease forgive me
For messing up the blessin he gave to me
I seeeverything clearer now
The night's as black...
Black as it's ever been
Without my girl
Im'ma lose it
And I pray that he just sheds his grace on me
I need just to be back with my baby
Feels like I just walked right out of heaven
I feel like I done damn near thrown my life away (yea yea yeah)
Like a child that's lost at seven
I don't know what to do
Feels like I just walked right out of heaven
See my mama told me that if it's meant to be
She'll come back and she'll forgive me
And the best thing I can do is to just let her let her go
I know I don't wanna do it
But if I continue to push she'll just pull away
And I know that in my heart it's a reality
I didn't treat her like she wanted to be treated
And I hope that she's not gone for good
No No No
Feels like I just walked right out of heaven
It feels like I done damn near threw my life away(hey)(I done damn near thrown my life away)
I'm scared just like a child that's lost at seven
I don't know what to do(Don't know what to do)
To get back right with you(Get back right with you baby)
It feel like I just walked right out of heaven
It feel like I done damn near throw my life away(yea yea yeah)(Damn near thrown my life away)
Like a child that's lost at seven
I don't know what to do(Don't know what to do)
I feels like I just walked right out of heaven
Baby,
Right before you all the time
So close to you, wrong with my life(Wrong with my life)
Girl I try and I try(I try and I try)
I feel like I can't walk
I feel like I can't talk(I can't even talk)
Don't know what to do
To get back right with you
I feel like I just walked out of heaven
If you ever love somebody
And if you ever have somebody
But you know where your heart can hurt by somebody
Let me hear you say yeah
(It feels like I just walked right of heaven baby)
Feels like I just walked right out of heaven
It feels like I done damn near thrown my life away(hey)(I feel like I done thrown my life away
Scared just like a child that's lost at seven
I don't know what to do
To get back right with you
It feel like I just walked right out of heaven(I just wanna get back right with you)
I feel like I done damn near thrown my life away(hey yea yeah)(I wanna spend my life with you, woah)
Like a child that's lost at seven (woah woah woah woah woah woah woah wo waaa yeah)
I don't know what to do
It Feels like I just walked (yeah)
Feels like I just walked right out of heaven
It feels like I damn near threw my life away(yeah)(hey,somebody hear me out right now)
It feels just like a child that's lost at seven (Sombody feel me out riiight now)
I don't know what to do (I cant do no more)
To get back right with you (you i adore)
It feel like I just walked right out of heaven
song performed by by Jagged Edge
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Numb
I wish to be numb from all the pain.
It feels like my life is headed down the drain.
I have no life. I have no goals.
I have no lover because I'm a slob.
When will this suffering ever end?
I just drink and smoke until my brain is dead.
I'll feel no pain.
The beast will be slain.
I'll be to numb to really care.
If I get eaten by the bear.
I'll shut it out, the fears and doubt.
In the numbness I'll not scream or shout.
I'll feel no reason to go about.
I'll live like a big fat lazy lout.
The numbness keeps me from the truth.
About the way I feel for you.
It doesn't matter cause I'm numb.
Even though I look so dumb.
To be numb is the path I'll follow,
till I'm at the door of death.
It feels so good to get away.
From all the trash that plauges my mind.
Even when I feel just fine.
I need it now I'll not deny.
I'm even numb from 9 to 5.
I cannot stop I do not care.
Perhaps in my next life I'll better fare.
poem by Michael McParland
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Water Circles
trembling water
dark water reflects an image like a flower
pure and sharp
soft and obscure
ripens and fades
blooms and dies
over and over and over
in perfect circles
it feels real it smells rotten like renewing
like a leaf on the soil
water circles carrying my attention back to the
universe
poem by Erika Conti
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Pebble Justice
he picks up a pebble
and throws it into the sea
from a cliff
he asks: this is not a place
for pebbles
so this is not a pebble
i will return it to the sea
and be with the sands
and shells and
waves and winds
and seaweeds
and crabs
does he not wonder at all
if he has the power to decide where a pebble must be?
sometimes people assume so much
behaving like a god
must he think a little deeper and realize
that what is proper for the people is not proper for a pebble
that pebbles too have minds of their own
and who know if the same pebble to thinks
that the cliff is not the place of man
assuming to be its own god?
must he be considerate enough that pebbles too have
their own invisible feet
and well developed brains
and that when the man throws it into the sea
on the ground only of
impropriety
that the pebble may have objected it vehemently and could have
used its own hidden powers
but only that it did not show it
by reason of pity that this man
is so dumb
and so limited
in the flesh of its
own selfish
understanding?
does he not know that a pebble too demands respect
have privacy
and soon shall take its
inevitable revenge?
'bury mankind! they have thrown us away
without our consent' that is their clamor now
in their own
Pebble Court using their Pebble law
to be judged later
by their Pebble Magistrates.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Music Sounds Better With You Lyrics (ft. Mann)
i tried to write this down
the words just don't come out
it's hard to say how you feel
been down the longest road
said yes when i meant no
i lost control of the wheel
cause you know that
things get so bad
you've got my back
make me wanna sing, and girl i'll sing about ya
no sweeter sound than what i've found
no perfect love could be more perfect than us
oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you
i used to think that love
was something fools made up
cause all i knew was heartbreak
oh, i couldn't help myself
let this heart go through hell
there's only so much a heart can take
cause you know that
things get so bad
you've got my back
make me wanna sing, and girl i'll sing about ya
no sweeter sound than what i've found
no perfect love could be more perfect than us
oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you
every song
every rhyme
every word
is better with you(music sounds better with you)
every day (every day)
all of the time (all of the time)
every way
music sound better with you
she's my music enhancer
when the music plays she's my dancer
when i'm around her everything's faster
every question i have she's the answer
i'm head over heels
can't explain that this all so real
when i'm around you baby you make me feel like
everything's better with you
oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you
oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you
the music sounds better with you
music sounds better with you
poem by Jojo Jonna
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Numb inside
So very numb inside.
I do feel.
So very empty and numb.
Will ever feel again,
An emotionless wreck.
As depression
Sets in
As it takes over me.
Depression controlls my life.
So very numb inside.
I cannot feel a thing.
A shadow
Of darkness
So very numb
numb
I feel
Nothing
just numb
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Backwards Boy in the Backwards World
In the early morning, she is lying on the floor. He kneels and whispers, 'I love you.' And whishes he was sorry. He doesn't want to move, so he stays, dreaming about what they could have had if she would have only listened to him. He shakes his head, floating between dreaming and waking, knowing that they're coming to take him away from her forever.
He stares down at her. She is pale and covered with blood and bruises. She doesn't look like a real person. Everything seems strange, like a dream. Like a nightmare in which you lose everything. Light shines through the bloody windows, like an enchanted forest, the dappled shadow of the red leaves rippled on her silent body. He peers through the door, waiting, and thinking of years ago when he first met her. First loved her. First controled her. But years is only the day before yesterday. He is still trying to believe that they will never take her body. but the house is cracking open, because last night, he made her perfect. He made her his.
That's all there is to it. And for no reason, other than his love. He soon realizes that everything feels strange, like dreams that he stays in forever.
But also, he feels ordinary, as if the world has always been this way, and he knows that she wanted this, too, because she loved him. He puts his lips to her ear and says, 'This is how it is when someone loves you, ' and smiles. He makes her lips smile back and remembers all over again all the wishes she whispered and it hurst his heart. He brushes her long hair back. 'It's a shame it took this for you to be perfect. Today, you'll find out what perfection is, ' he whispers. He closes her eyes and holds her hand. 'So pretty when you sleep.' Finally, he opens her eyes and kisses her. She tastes like home. Her round blue eyes are glazed over with Death and Fear, but he likes them, and leaves them open so he can look at them.
When they come, he decides, he will hide behind his face. It's a good trick to have. You turn your face into a mask and then you are safe behind it, especially when they try to take what is yours.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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A homeless whisper
Teeth stammering an outstreched hand
It’s the hand of the night the palm so lineless blue
A discourse patterned upon the hooks
Form sky to sky stretching
Remember the time when the night simply pushed me away
Fell down in a homeless whisper amberless flame burning
Verse dived I plunged no pebble no water
Could contain the drop
Endlessly down depths vacuum called
‘The stars are down here’
They shine equally proud of their sky mirrored friends
Shattered in a moon reflection
Knew I went too far
Merely a miracle taken performed
That I ever managed to come back
But here I am to sing
The palm of the hand and the lineless night
The fears burned down within the urns of the past
The plunge the pebble and the water
Sing them all and much much more
To be a dreamed of heaven to a cloud
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Since Hanna Moved Away
The tires on my bike are flat.
The sky is grouchy gray.
At least it sure feels like that
Since Hanna moved away.
Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes.
December's come to stay.
They've taken back the Mays and Junes
Since Hanna moved away.
Flowers smell like halibut.
Velvet feels like hay.
Every handsome dog's a mutt
Since Hanna moved away.
Nothing's fun to laugh about.
Nothing's fun to play.
They call me, but I won't come out
Since Hanna moved away.
poem by Judith Viorst
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Ambition
what i hold inside my pocket is just a pebble.
it is all that i have now.
i take it again put it on the table and look at its face closely
you know that it has no eyes
or hands or feet, i let it stay there as though there is only one pebble
in this universe of sands, i listen.
i let time stop for a while.
i look at the sky tonight and there are so many stars.
they are so distant you know that and you feel that
i take the pebble back in my pocket,
there will be no exchange, it is enough for my anchor
it is now my own rock.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Feel So Numb
Mud bath, acrobat, a midnight drive
Everybodys slippin everybody survive
Radio talk show try to project
Everything you need when you gotta connect
Come on,come on,come on, you feal it
Come on, come on,come on you see it
Come one.come on.come on you waan make it all right
Come on,come on,come on, you feal it
Come on, come on,come on you see it
Come one.come on.come on you waan make it all right
Blacken the sun!
What have I done?
I feel so bad I feel so numb yeah!
Blacken the sun!
What have I done?
I feel so good I feel so numb yeah!
Sugar sweet braniac on your neck
Get in to tomorrow man I gotta reflect
A blue world dream girl up the street
Gotta wake her up cause I dont want her to dream
Come on,come on,come on, you feal it
Come on, come on,come on you see it
Come one.come on.come on you waan make it all right
Come on,come on,come on, you feal it
Come on, come on,come on you see it
Come one.come on.come on you waan make it all right
Blacken the sun!
What have I done?
I feel so bad I feel so numb yeah!
Blacken the sun!
What have I done?
I feel so good I feel so numb yeah!
Jingle jangle comin gonna crush your back
Well everybody want it gotta take it back
Rain trash porn slash what is why
Look into forever revolutionize
Come on,come on,come on, you feal it
Come on, come on,come on you see it
Come one.come on.come on you waan make it all right
Come on,come on,come on, you feal it
Come on, come on,come on you see it
Come one.come on.come on you waan make it all right
Blacken the sun!
What have I done?
I feel so bad I feel so numb yeah!
Blacken the sun!
What have I done?
I feel so good I feel so numb yeah!
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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At The Middle Of Things
the starting point is always a rush
the sound of times is demanding
specifically
on wanting details to be perfect
there is that attention to color
what ought to be and protesting always
for what is not
the idealism of the mind and the
strictness of the hand
at the middle of the way
one feels tired
sometimes the wish to back out
settles on the skin
you peep at the end of the line
what is the use? you ask yourself
there is no use. there is no us.
you answer it yourself without even
the slightest wink in your eyes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beach Pebble
Everyone has
at one time or other,
picked up a pebble on the beach,
turned it over in their hands,
sensed something of its uniqueness,
how millions of years have gone to the splitting
and the smoothing of the rock,
to the perfect shaping of the pebble.
Few of us stop and think for longer.
It is a momentary glimpse into an eternal process,
but we dropp the pebble and carry on walking along the beach.
poem by Howlin' Dervish
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A Flower Today A Flower Tommorow
A flower today, A flower tomorrow
I'll give you a flower, for everyday that I know you,
A rose, A daisy, maybe a dafadil to.
For if you take the flower I know how you feel,
For you know it to, you'll keep them aseel
I'll hold your hand gently, carrasing your thumb
and if you deny it i know i'll grow numb.
Hold me gently and hold me good.
because i don't want you misunderstood.
I'll give you a flower tomorrow, to show you i still care,
and if you reject it i know its not fair.
i loved you forever and i always will
for this rose that i give will stay very still
Until you love me the rose will not die.
But when you do theres no need to ask why
poem by Yascel Rodriguez
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Pebbles
pillow of comfort and ease
like pebbles over the waving stream
soothing, authentic and pebbling
my eyes see each pebble
as it glitters beyond the still water(s)
and smiles back at me in awe
each pebble utters a thousand words
with one but different meanings
for one word
a diverse attitude of meaning,
i rise to my body and pebbled
by the waves on the banks of the river
footing towards, to pick a pebble
as i close(d) my eyes to rest
on my pillow...
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Avalanche
I found your photograph in a cardboard box in a magazine
I can't remember you, remember us or anything
I taught you how to feel, but you just feel numb
They taught you how to feel, but you just feel numb
She comes apart in the avalanche
Fades out like a dance
Crawls back into bed
When it's over
When it's over
When it's over
And it's over
I watch the window and listen for the sound of cars
I can't remember the last time that it was yours
I taught you how to feel, why do you feel numb
They taught us how to feel, but we just feel numb
She falls apart in the avalanche
Fades out like a dance
Crawls back into bed
When it's over
When it's over
When it's over
When it's over
She falls apart in the avalanche
Fades out like a dance
Crawls back into bed
When it's over
And it's over
When it's over
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Is force the God?
There is a force in the Universe, no doubt.
It moves the animate and the inanimate;
It moves every life, the life force.
Do you call this force the God?
Then why do you prostrate and propitiate?
What need to sing and praise?
This force is beyond your adulations.
28.12.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Yellow Hammock
Blood is the color of my rose,
that's you
my flower.
Red rivers of it flow for you.
Red are the lips which speak to you,
for love is surely crimson too.
Red is the heart which beats for you
surging,
pulsating for you.
I cut my hand,
bite my lip
have your children,
post my burgundy earrings,
apply red nail polish
and toe paints,
wall decorate,
all red-hued
on our glowing nights.
You’re dark mystery
swelling inside my boundaries,
speaking to
that need in me;
my Reds.
You excite me.
I smell you now.
I can feel you walking to me.
I see you in my corner eye.
We are two:
Yellow Love
in the Hammock
outside,
in the deep deep sun
both in the womb.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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