A Relationship That Lasts
the stone and the sun
made a pact
that everyday they must see
each other eye to eye
without blinking whatever
the truth may be
the grasses have nothing to say
on this enduring fidelity
the brooks still flowed without
an obstruction
the flowers are smiling and the
trees are interested
one is too hot while the other is too numb
of course, it lasted
happiness is not the issue anyway
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I think you have a pact with an audience in every picture, and I think the pact is to try and be truthful and to be real.
quote by James L. Brooks
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Sacrifice Of The Stone
a stone has always been a stone
numb and
silent on the side
of the pond
cool on the top
of clay
it likes it that way
no sadness
no happiness either
today
it ceases to be mindless
to the clouds
that it has long disliked
floaters
and drifters
these clouds
have always
chided his
numbness
the mosses beside
its belly
are dying of
dehydration
rain is needed
for its friends to survive
and so
here is the stone
smiling
and humble and
begging
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sun Is Smiling
While watching
the back of the peach maker
the sun is smiling.
While listening
to the voice of the singing gardener
the sun is smiling.
While touching the gentle grasses
as they sway in the wind
the sun is smiling.
The sun is smiling
and it made me smile too.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Meaning Of Fidelity
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is deeper than any emotion,
Fidelity is full of trust and compassion,
And is filled with a keen devotion.
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is a state of faithfulness from the heart,
Fidelity is an adherence to a special cause
And its' sworn vows will never part.
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is an allegiance bound to stand,
Fidelity is part of a Nation's domain,
And is steadfast throughout the land.
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is full of piety and ultimate care,
Fidelity is filled with an intense sense of duty,
And is like soothing music in the air.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Blinking Lights
Blinking lights on the airplane wings
Up above the trees
Blinking down a Morse code signal
'Specially for me
Ain't no rainbow in the sky
In the middle of the night
But the signal's comin' through
One day I will be alright again
Blinking lights on the higway cars
Stoppin' one by one
Get a look at the accident
Didn't see that one coming
And the doctor in the sky
Gonna bring his chopper down
Gonna bring me out alive
And set me on the ground
Once more again
Blinking lights on the airplane wings
Up above the trees
song performed by by Eels
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Whenyou Are Tired And Simply Want To Be Home
as i drove the car last night
i passed by the thick crowd of people
in a big circle
the old yellow bus stopped and
some motorcycles were
blinking their lights
the ambulance finally arrived
in short seconds
two bodies of bloody unconscious
males were hauled away
blood flowed again on the floors
of the night
i did not know who they were
what they did and what they dreamed
from where they were
the women that loved them
... i am not interested
i am tired of this routine of
deaths almost every night
i guessed another alcohol caused
mishap, perhaps
i always wanted to be back home
and it was already late at night
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Diary
today, i commune with nature.
the trees are talking and the grasses
are not sleepy, and the sun shines like it
is its last day
and the moon comes and shines too
like it is the last night of its life.
the silvery river flowed like a big worm
and the stars played fireflies
i heave a sigh and then release it like a bird
from a cage.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Sure Was
They said, "what do you think you would do
If she told you that she'd been untrue?"
I'd say, "i won't say i won't be sorry, no.
It sure was love while it lasted."
They said, "how will you feel deep inside
When the love you believed in has died?"
I ain't sayin' it won't hurt me
It sure was love while it lasted
I'll be livin off of the good times
That you've given me to face
I have had my share of the sunshine
I can stand a little rain.
So we don't give a damn what they say
We've go something they can't take away
'cause whatever comes tomorrow
It sure was love while it lasted
It sure was good while it lasted
It sure was love while it lasted.
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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The truth is that relative income is not directly related to happiness. Nonpartisan social-survey data clearly show that the big driver of happiness is earned success: a person's belief that he has created value in his life or the life of others.
quote by Arthur C. Brooks
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Showcase
socialite clouds rest on the top
of Malindang Mountain
the common trees look at them
with envy
the grasses chide that there is no point to this
the clouds are meant to pass
the trees are meant to be cut and burned
and the grasses win.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It was as if all of the happiness, all of the magic of this blissful hour had flowed together into these stirring, bittersweet tones and flowed away, becoming temporal and transitory once more.
quote by Herman Hesse
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Prevailing Winds
Every day the increasing winds
make themselves known.
Their whistling in the trees I see
seem to have grown
stronger in intensity,
bolder everyday.
And I wonder what the flowers think
that are blooming this month of May?
Their little colorful heads
try to hold their ground.
But the winds are fiercly blowing
and their heads are turned around.
They lean towards the left first
and then towards the right.
Then something magical happens.
It becomes night.
It's like someone waved a wand
and made the winds cease.
Now those delicate flowers of May
finally feel at peace.
But peace will be short-lasting
for the winds will come again.
I know this wind has got to stop.
The flowers are asking when?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Life for Death
A newly born flower
Slowly blowing her horn
Fresh grasses all over
Smiling on its thorns
Breeze dancing
Moist climbing
Trunks twisting
Leaves flying
The majestic flower
Now walking through mountains
Of darkest trunks whispering
Of bloody leaves haunting
Passing through the pavement
Blear eyes on strength
Largest trees on coven
Fangs of leaves on vent
Her breath on every fight
Burning with her own light
Searching the truth inclined
The strength behind enemy lines
But they have covered the night
They have killed the knight
Bless the flower tonight
She had made her last sacrifice
Al Gore seems to have found a great political ploy: Picking up whatever issue he is most vulnerable on and championing the cause. Perhaps he will start to champion perjury statutes and obstruction of justice.
quote by Barbara Olson
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Do Not Inhale Me
do not inhale me
for i am not a pure, clean air
filtered free
from viruses
instead just watch me
do not say any word
for i am just a blank wall
i would have like it more like a jar
emptied of its contents
but i was born a stone
and i dwell in my own silence
numb and always
unhurt as i have learned to
love it
you see there is no pain
but there is no happiness either.
and that is fair enough for me
now, look the moss is growing all around me
but i will not stop it
even with invaders i let them be
i am a stone and i am silent
i am hard and i do not move anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Criminal Mind
I Lyrics and Words by Lawrence Gowan
from his album Strange Animal
You've seen my hands are steady
You've seen my face before
Soon you can take your last look
And they'll close the door
I stand accused before you
I have no tears to cry
And you will never break me
Until the day I die
A criminal mind was all I
All I've ever known
They've tried to reform me
Cause I'm made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I've ever had
Ask one who's known me
If I'm really so bad...
I am
I've spent my life behind these steel bars
I've paid my debt in time
But being brought to justice
That was my only crime
I don't regret action
I'd do the same again
These prison walls secure me
And I'm numb to pain
A criminal mind was all I
All I've ever known
They've tried to reform me
But I'm made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I've ever had
Ask one who's known me
If I'm really so bad...
I am
Before you hand me over
Before you read my sentence
I'd like to say a few words
Here in my own defense
Some people struggle daily
They struggle with their conscience 'til the end
I have no guilt to haunt me
I feel no wrong intent
A criminal mind is all I
All I've ever known
Don't try to reform me
Cause I'm made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I've ever had
Ask one who's known me
If I'm really so bad...
I am
Oh I am
Oh I am
I'm made of cold stone
Made of cold stone
I'm just like these prison walls
A criminal mind
song performed by by Styx
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Good Morning Self
i wake up
checking my navel.
i face the mirror
to see my eyes
blinking
a face blinking
i am happy to note
that i am not bound
anymore
to that which
obsessed me last night
oversleeping over
a naked body inside my mind
this morning
as i open the window of my room
i see a black bird
rushing like a stone thrown
into a white sky
a stone with the wings
of the wind
good morning self
goodbye
persistent lust
before i forget
i got a new mask
an office man
with a very serious face
no jokes
just benign remarks
about today's
winning politician
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Woman And Her Spring Child
spring has come
spring has come
she has blossomed in the trees
she has blossomed in the trees
the trees are leafing
the trees are leafing
slowly slowly
slightly slightly
everthing is greening
everything is greening
also grinning and grinning
flowers lflower in many colors
flowers flower in many colors
birds are singing gaily
birds are singing gaily
dogs are barking happy
dogs are barking happy
my mother in her grave
my mother in her grave
still waiting me come
still waiting to come
ı do not know where my father lie
ı do not know where my father lie
but the spring made me numb
but the spring made me numb
everybody is in the outdoors
everybody is in the outdoors
a woman is kicking a ball
a balll is kicked by a woman
she is really playing with her
one year old child boy
she is playing like a toy
a beautiful boy
with long hair
dark curly dark hair
trying to step into the spring
trying to step into the spring
the woman is kicking her troubles away
with the ball
the woman is really shooting her troubles
away with the ball
she is very fond of it
very very
kicks the ball again
kicks the ball again
the ball goes very far away
the balll goes very far away
nobody kicks the ball back to her
nobody kicks the ball back to her
the woman looks at her child
the woman looks at her child
nobody kicks the ball back to her
nobody kicks the ball back to her
cause everybody is not a poet
cause everybody is not a poet
the spring has come
the spring has come
blossoming in the trees
blossoming in the trees
but yet
nobody is ready to play
even a ball
the woman
never the less
with her spring child
tries to play
but nobody
kicks the ball back to her
and to the child
his first steps in the springhold
poem by Metin Sahin
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The fate of attention
I grew interested.
I became interested.
I stayed interested.
I was no more interested.
I was no longer interested.
I grow uninterested.
It is so for every person
And for every thing
We focus our attention on.
29.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Flowers
(orbison/dees)
When I was a boy I ran among the flowers
Looking left and right at the bright array
I played through the spring, whiled away the hours
Lingered with the flowers every day
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
When the summer ends and the storms of life are over
When the winter comes and the petals fall away
They may write it on my stone, he was just a roller
But he stopped to pick some flowers along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, picked some flowers, along the way
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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