About Those Metaphors
i know that that black bird was
but about the door
i have finally given up the search
i have begun the climbing of the stairs
the hammering of the nails
i love the silence more
than anything
else.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Did You Say You Make It On The Stairs?
did i really hear you right?
making love on the stairs
and then the boy
comes surprisingly
asking both of you
what are you both doing
on the stairs
both of you naked
while he pumps
on you
like one ever hungry
lover?
how shameful!
well, okay,
the boy is your son
and the man
is your husband
was the bed broken?
or the stairs
too exciting?
was the marriage
too boring?
well, ok,
i understand,
you split with him
could be the
staggering steps on the stairs
could be that the boy
finally understands
could be that the bed
is not that warm
you split for good
and uhuh?
so you are now free
at last
from those stairs
from the bed
and the boy has to make
the inevitable choice
between pa and ma
the stairs he will always remember
anyhow
yes, the boy not the pa
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Making Lvoe With Her Own Bed
you are just near me
but between us is a door
and between that door
is another door, and so
when you say a word
i have to figure out what
you really mean,
when i open the door
there is a glass wall and
i thought it was you
humming,
it is cold tonight
i am closing a window
out there
i see a black bird perched
upon a branch,
it is cold and i am shutting
myself for any
kind of significance like
what if the bird dies?
what if the bird is you
disguised as a bird?
tonight i cannot sleep
something bothers me
all these thoughts bother me
there is no note
that you are coming back
from that long trip
away from home
was it Sarah who said
that she is making love with her bed?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Itll Be Me
If you hear somebody knocking on your door
See somebody crawling out across the floor
Baby itll be me
And Ill be looking for you
If you see somebody climbing up a telegraph pole
You find a new love then you shut the door
Itll be me
And Ill be looking for you
Chorus
I want to search in the city
Where might you be
I want to search the countryside
I want...
If you find a new bait on your fishing hook
You see a funny face in your comic book
Itll be me
And Ill be looking for you
Chorus
Repeat last verse
Chorus
Said Ill be looking for you
Im gonna be looking for you
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Heartbeat
I don't wanna lose myself in love again,
But my heartbeat keeps on a hammering, yeah.
I met a little cutie back in sixty-
six, She used to tie you up
And beat you with a walking stick.
I said, 'Mama, call a doctor you
must be sick!'
She told me that's the only way I
get my kicks.
I don't wanna lose myself in love again,
But my heartbeat keeps on a hammering.
I been around the world about a
time and again,
I met a little chick in an opium
den.
She put a spell on me that'd freeze
a man,
I said, 'help me, save me', but she
did it again.
I don't wanna lose myself in love again,
But my heartbeat keeps on a hammering,
yeah, ok.
Oh, oh, oh, yeah.
I met a little lady just yesterday,
Lord, she loves me in a special way.
She put coffee in my tea and she love to say,
'I wanna hold you, I wanna keep you, baby,
Now don't be afraid'.
I don't wanna lose myself in love again,
But my heartbeat keeps on a hammering, yeah.
I don't wanna lose; I don't wanna lose,
I don't wanna lose;
I don't wanna lose myself in love again, yeah.
No, no, lord no.
I don't wanna lose myself in love again,
But my heartbeat, yes my beating heart,
My heartbeat keeps on hammering.
song performed by by Bad Company
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Persistent Pecker
Off in the misty distance
I hear a hungry woodpecker
Hammering with his head.
This omnivorous, opportunist
Breaks the silence of the morn
With his rat-a-tat-tatting
As if knocking on a door.
His persistent pecking
Will end with success
When he excavates
The hapless insect
A meal deservingly gained
But the silence won’t remain
Because he'll begin all over again.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Downhill Journey
There was no need of a sharp knife
in Calvaria.
Night was fighting with the moon.
From a concealed canvas
I could find, galloping,
black horses were gone.
A duplicate key does not work
now. The lock had been
replaced on the door.
Stairs were climbing on my
stale body. The snowy peaks
will not melt in sun.
Disrobing the blue skin,
under a blue sky for blue moon:
unstoppable laughter.
poem by Satish Verma
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Time Of Revelation
(moving to a fantasy world)
Wont you take
A chance my brother
Follow me to a time of revelation
Cant you see that
Destiny will take a turn
And show you
Theres no need to fight
cause you know its right
And I finally see where Im going
I finally know what Im knowing
Now our journeys only just begun
You wont need to ask forgiveness
What you find
Will be your inspiration
You dont have to pray for glory
All is equal, no more pain
You know its true, its up to you
cause I finally see where Im going
I finally know what Im knowing
Now our journeys only just begun
Over the bridge
Where you start to believe
Down at the edge of the rainbow
Dark is the night
But weve seen another time
Follow the light of the shadow
Right or wrong, there is no reason
There will be no hidden destination
With the strength that you discover
You can show the way
How it was meant to be
For all to see
cause I finally know
What Im knowing
I finally see where Im going
Now our journeys only just begun
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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We
we build the stairs first
stair upon stair
wood and nail
and hammer
and hands
and some
determined thoughts
dreams to reach the skies
focus
and look what have be done
we have reached the door
of the room
it is here where we shall hatch
all our dreams
like eggs to our warm
hands
like chicks to our cheeks
time and stairs and hopes and dreams and nails and hammers
and hands
and eyes
be awake and always be vigilant
for dreams that do not die like night
stars
are we
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And I See
Just like a leaf thats just been rained on
Something of a cloud above, a soon-awaking sun
And I see the day has just begun
Feeling windblown, reeling
I have grown out of my time
And like a circle casting shadows
Rolling over growing clover fields so far below
And I see Ive just begun to grow
Climbing, spinning, rhyming
I am pinning down my time
And like a river flowing seaward
Bounding down, surrounding things that have puzzled me before
And I see the ever-open door
Flirting pure love, certainly
Im sure of what I know
Just like a leaf thats just been rained on
Something of a cloud above, a soon-awaking sun
And I see the day has just begun
Feeling windblown, reeling
I have grown out of my time
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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The Poem In A Trance
we are bored, we are like nails
we may forgive ourselves and be silent snails
eking our way out through our own fluids
we somehow fall short of the words
and in our bed we look away like strangers
i thought we can make a poem together
the one about love and
freedom
what we have instead are black birds pecking
on our wooden windows
red ants in a parade of their pheromones
looking for an empire beneath our dreams
we are lost when we finally covered our faces
with the blanket
and when you finally switched off the light
on our common headboard.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Reality Bites
reality has a picture
an old one, still black and white
for which i have
this love-hate relationship
of keeping it and
then throwing it away
again
reality has a way of showing me
that i cannot escape
and here i am as always
visiting it alone when no one is watching
we are friends finally
and we keep secrets
reality knows how to keep this secret
this Sphinx of my mind
that black bird with strong wings that
can fly away whenever it likes
to
and stay on top of the situation
saying:
' i can manage the weight
of silence'
reality this venomous snake that bites
me and can kill me
even
but through time i have taken much
dose by
dose
teeth to
teeth
and so
i gained this immunity
of death and pain
'we get attuned
to heat'
the desert has this
wisdom
somehow
reality is skin to my bones and flesh
or bones and blood
wrapped in sealed
epidermic containers
i have all the options for lying like the other woman
next door
and then suffer
and then be too unhappy
or just
be the happiest man
for the moment
two faces, day and night
when we get older we know what is this all about
and it is not even worth mentioning at all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Way
Well the sun don't shine where it used to
And the angels are hidin' their heads
People don't listen to their hearts anymore
Seems the good men all are dead
There ain't no right, wrong, no in between
That ain't the constitution that they wrote for me
Got our heads stuck in somethin' overseas
Standin' ass deep in hypocracy
OOOoooOOooooOOOOooooo...
Well I found myself out on the open road
Heading out into the desert
Lookin' for another world that's waitin' on me
That none of us can see
I keep thinkin' to myself as I move along
Where do we all come from
Is there religion or another dimension
Another place and time yeah....
OOOooooo...
When my life is over and done
Finally made my way through it
Another life has just begun
Is this the way you do it
Oh the way...
OOOooooo...
Lookin' in the eyes of the man on the moon
He's starin' down at me
Wondering what he's thinkin' and if he knows
Please let me see
Life is like an open door we're all walkin' through
Do you know the answers, no one knows the truth
Until we pass on through
When my life is over and done
Finally made my way through it
Another life has just begun
Is this the way to it
OOOOOOoooooo...
Walkin' on the world upside down
It keeps spinnin' round and round
World upside down
I'm so tired of all this bullshit goin' down
Finally made my way through it
When my life is over and done
Is this the way you do it
When my life is over and done
Finally made my way through it
Another life has just begun
This is the way you do it
Oh the way.
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Name this bird
Name this bird
If you are.
If you wish
Go there.
Geography
I do not like.
History
This bird
is not feathery.
See the word
Search the bird.
The bird I saw
Above the rulrs
Above the law.
If you wish
Go and tell
But please
Do not say
The bird is in sleep
And not here to clip.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A Muse Of Possibilities
The creeps.
The chills.
The cryptic message that seals the deal.
Who is behind these iron walls of glass and electricity?
Who is it that is hammering these nails down?
To be imprisoned and set free in one stroke of the key.
My muse of possibilities, is continuously speaking to me.
Telling me of moments, that should be both feared and cherished/
But who is she?
When will that veil of pitch black smoke be lifted?
Identify yourself, and don't lie to me.
Does a scream know how to lie in the middle of the night?
Does a exaggeration of the truth make it any less true?
Piecing together the clues.
Wiping off the cold grassy dew.
And the parasite takes another bite.
Sucking upon life as if their will be always more.
Hollowing out the door.
Once rotted it will fall.
But with a more subtle noise.
Not the loud crash, bang, boom we are all so use too.
But does it become an exit or entrance?
Into the gates of both heaven and hell.
The stories they do tell.
At first glance barely noticed.
But suddenly everybody is looking star struck.
Yes they haven't seen that before.
This giant centipede comes out with it scaly armor and 100 legs.
How can this be possible?
This thing is the size of a herd of cows.
Because I wrote it.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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T-birds
Circle high, circle low.
Jammers fly, t-birds.
You show, you show, whiplash go.
You show, you show, t-birds. mighty bird.
T-bird, my mighty bird.
On the dot in the slot, tie the knot.
On the dot timed kisses.
In the slot on the dot, tie the knot.
In the slot, no misses.
Mighty bird.
T-bird, my mighty bird.
T-bird, mighty bird.
Black sun conquerer.
Two thousand years ago... a great race... warriors... lived in... they had many gods... mayans... gods... mazatlan... (if you can fill in these blanks please email [email protected])
Black sun worshipper.
Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot!
Coil it up plumed serpent.
Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot!
Coil it up, my t-bird.
Serpent curl.
T-bird, rule the world.
T-bird, mighty bird.
Black sun born again.
Oh I love my t-bird, t-bird.
song performed by by Blondie
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Looking Into You
Well I looked into a house I once lived in
Around the time I first went on my own
When the roads were as many as the places I had dreamed of
And my friends and I were one
Now the distance is done and the search has begun
Ive come to see where my beginnings have gone
Oh the walls and the windows were still standing
And the music could be heard at the door
Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions
Asked if I came very far
And when my silence replied they took me inside
Where their children sat playing on the floor
Well we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on
And it left me so warm and so high
But as I stepped back outside to the grey morning sun
I heard that highway whisper and sigh
Are you ready to fly?
And I looked into the faces all passing by
Its an ocean that will never be filled
And the house that grows older and finally crumbles
That even love cannot rebuild
Its a hotel at best, youre here as a guest
You oughta make yourself at home while youre waiting for the rest
Well I looked into dream of the millions
That one day the search will be through
Now here I stand at the edge of my embattled illusions
Looking into you
The great song traveler passed through here
And he opened my eyes to the view
And I was among those who called him a prophet
And I asked him what was true
Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone
Now Im looking in my life for a truth that is my own
Well I looked into the sky for my anthem
And the words and the music came through
But words and music can never touch the beauty that Ive seen
Looking into you -- and thats true
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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A Stare
a stare is like a stair
it has steps
and there are feet
walking,
and leaving,
you stare at me,
and i see stairs, where you walk
and climb and stop at the middle
and then take the stairs layer by layer
that is what you like to do, to look at me
as though i am this room where you build the stairs
and you want to go inside my room and lock me up
and take all of me with your tongue and hands and
mouth. You mouth me. And i receive the life you have.
and then your stare subsides. the stair is gone.
the room vanishes. I am free. And you are inside me
your stare has become the memory lingering inside me.
i become a bird and you are inside my wings.
Your stairs become my feathers. Your stare
becomes my eyes.
in love, we make the stairs leading to a house.
and there we feast, and live and sleep.
yes, there are wings and windows.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fear
Shadows in the dark
Keep me up awake
So i sleep with the light on
Lock the door behind you
Bolt the windows tight
Silence can be deadly
Especially at night
You scare me half to death
Bolting down the stairs
I'm so scared
But no one even cares
Noises stir at night
I jump right out of bed
Running down the stairs
Everyone is dead
I wake up from this nightmare
Drenched in cold sweat
Fearing you and everything
Is my one and only regret
poem by Tiana Webb
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Popular to 'Emo
You say PINK
I say BLACK
You say HOLLISTER
I say HOT TOPIC
You say ABERCROMBIE AND FITCH
I say SPENCERS
You say LOVE
I say HATE
You say POP
I say ROCK
You say HANNAH MONTANA
I say MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE
You say THE HILLS
I say HEADBANGERS BALL
You say ROMANCE
I say HORROR
You say FLUTE
I say ELECTIRC GUITAR
You say PINK NAILS
I say BLACK NAILS
You say WATER
I say MOUNTAIN DEW
You say FAKE
I say DOWN TO EARTH
You say LIP GLOSS
I say EYELINER
poem by Destiny Avaritia
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Summer Lay Asleep...
Summer lay asleep
curled up in itself
dreaming that it
actually was
although it was only
another door
I opened
into my self
in search of a self
door after door
(this was the summer of 1964)
but when memory
had finally
tracked me down
it found
I had become
someone else
who no longer existed
under stars that persisted
like questions
in this summer sky
and how I...
and even God
thought I was dead
or at least
doubted my existence.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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