About Your Denial....
Do not think that i am speaking of death
your view must be limited like an afternoon without hope for light
You have pocketed a smile
as though you are preparing for your usual cry
Do not think that life has gone awry
like the glass that spilled the milk
rolled on the table and fell on the floor
the sound of shattered pieces of glass
that feeling of stain
that silence that expects the reverse
of what actually happened
Come to think of it
this is just a path where everyone passes
they look forward for something else
like an open door that leads to a garden
a pool
a line of coconut trees
another view of the sea
a net full of fish
Come to think about it again
i am talking about life that remains life forever
you know it well
as it is written in the main page of your heart
you feel its song
you have read each word
and your soul has mastered it well
But for the meantime that you are lost in the middle
of everyday affairs
you pretend that you have forgotten it
afraid of the next door that opens
you settle for a chair....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Do You Do I Ask
(5/4/12)
What do you do when you feel all hope is gone
And hanging by a thread you linger on.
What do you do when you take three steps forward
And eight steps back, and in life you're always under attack.
What do you do when you have door after door
Slam in your face, and to hide - there is no place.
What do you do when your loved ones have lost faith in you
And you don't know what to do.
What do you do when you pray every day
And the answers don't come your way.
Is this really the time to give up hope
When all your life you learned to cope.
Your dreams don't come when you want
And may never come at all
And to the ground they may fall.
Your dreams may not be what GOD has intended
But in your life, your dreams may be ended.
There may be another path that he wants you to travel
And his answers will all unravel.
Your life is not lived just for yourself
You must touch everyone else.
We are surrounded by millions of people
And each life touching another
And giving hope to so many others.
We can not see what he has in store
But we live with faith as we open the new door.
The door may be something that we don't expect
And it will make our lives better yet.
So open the door and let that radiating light shine through
For this is the light and path that belongs to you.
poem by Louis Rams
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Some Things You Can't Take Back
Well she was lookin out the window
And I was starin at the door
The dog was sleepin on the sofa
This place has never been this quiet before
You cant pretend it never happened
You cant pretend its still the same
You cant say you were only jokin
You cant keep thinkin things can go on this way
CHORUS
Some things you cant take back
Though you wish you could
Some things you cant take back
Though the glass has been broke
And the milk has been spilled
And your loves on the line
Some things you cant take back
When someone says theres no tomorrow
When the writings on the wall
After all have cried and spoken
And your poor heart has taken such a fall
REPEAT CHORUS
If I could reset the clock and go back in time
Id erase the thoughts that went through my mind
You know I never would leave
And Id still have you with me
You cant pretend it never happened
You cant pretend its still the same
You cant say you were only jokin
You cant keep thinkin things can go on this way
REPEAT CHORUS
Some things you cant take back
Cause in the cold light of day the pieces all blew away
And now Im livin a lie
Some things you cant take back
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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Unopened Doors
Many doors of opportunity
remain shut through passing time.
You stand at them,
but they never open to let you pass through.
You try and try, but with no avail.
The door remains shut to you,
but you see other pass through it
and your frustration grows.
You bang and shout
and never anyone answers you.
The years slip silently by
from your youth until your old.
Each time you try the door
it refuses to let you through.
Even with more wisdom
it refuses to let you in,
but you don’t give up
you just try and try again.
More time passes
and you’ve lost the will
to want to go through.
You reach that point when you feel the battle lost.
Turning your back you walk away
to let the sun set on your life.
You feel you have nothing now,
no more will to fight.
Someone suggests a different direction,
a different door to go through.
You are hesitant
in case the door remains shut to you.
Finally, you try it
and are amazed to find
the door opens easily
and you can walk through,
but you keep remembering
the door that wouldn’t open for you.
25 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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No Lilies For Lisette
Said the Door: "She came in
With no shadow of sin;
Turned the key in the lock,
Slipped out of her frock,
The robe she liked best
When for supper she dressed.
Then a letter she tore . . .
What a wan look she wore!"
Said the Door.
Said the Chair: "She sat down
With a pitiful frown,
And then (oh, it's queer)
Just one lonely tear
Rolled down her pale cheek.
How I hoped she would speak
As she let down her hair,"
Said the Chair.
Said the Glass: "Then she gazed
Into me like one dazed;
As with delicate grace
She made up her face,
Her cheeks and her lips
With rose finger-tips,
So lovely - alas!
Then she turned on the gas."
Said the Glass.
Said the Bed: "Down she lay
In a weariful way,
Like an innocent child,
To her fate reconciled;
Hands clasped to her breast,
In prayer or in rest:
'Dear Mother,' she said,
Then pillowed her head,"
Said the Bed.
Said the Room: "Then the gleam
Of the moon like a dream,
Soft silvered my space,
And it fell on her face
That was never so sweet
As her heart ceased to beat . . .
Then the moon fled and gloom
Fell like funeral plume,"
Said the Room.
"Just a whore,"
Said the Door;
"Yet so fair,"
Said the Chair;
"Frail, alas!"
Said the Glass;
"Now she's dead,"
Said the Bed;
"Sorry doom,"
Said the Room. . . .
Then they all,
Floor and wall,
Quiet grew,
Ceiling too;
Like a tomb
Was the room;
With hushed breath
Hailing Death:
Soul's release,
Silence, Peace.
poem by Robert William Service
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In Trying To Reconstruct The Self
shattered pieces of self
like fragile glass
scattered on the floor
one must pick the pieces
and glue
the past and the present
and polish the
future
everyday is a reconstruction
a reunion of the mind and the heart
do not be left out
somewhere in the dark corridors of time
embrace the light and take another step forward
for life's essence is always to move on and on
those that stop shall soon decay
they rot and the layers of time soon bury them
in the land of oblivion
come! come with me!
hurry! hurry! time has big wings and too swiftly it flies away
for unlike the mind with memories that may come back
time only moves forward and then forgets
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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L8,2212
There is a door which you open
you enter, and then it closes you
behind you
forever,
there is no force here,
but only volition,
you enter it
with all the warnings,
that the
possibility that it will close forever
has been told to you
over and over
again,
somehow, you do not make it a problem
you like a closed door, and you hate it
when it opens,
you love it when it is closed forever,
the room is nice
there is a certain loveliness
in there,
it has shiny floors,
it has a bright ceiling,
the lights are lovely,
like stars
in an open dark sky
the air is fresh,
the walls are comfortable
who wants to take an exit?
no one.not you.
when the door knows this, it will open
forever,
it decides to open for you
and it will tell you to go out and be
an outsider again and
be gone
for good,
you insist that you own this room now,
that a closed door is not a serious matter
and there is no way that you have to
go out
or be ousted,
the door has a stair with strong hands
and it will drag you out
it will pull your hair and drag your body
like hell
the door has learned its lesson
when the room is not a prison to someone else
there is no use keeping him there forever
for in truth the reason of the door's
existence
is to make you feel the prison and to suffer
and you know your lesson too well
there is no prison to a mind that is an open window
there is no suffering
to a lover of suffering
you see, it takes a little reverse psychology
for closed doors to open
for men to know that suffering is not suffering
at all
when one loves is tripping
when one thinks
otherwise
when one loves whatever happens
when one accepts
the one that is there and not look for something
that is always missing
why go for the unreachable?
why suffer for long?
life is life, and death is death
you are here, grab this here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Here In My Heart
I keep on thinkin' I should be free
This time just leave it alone
With 17 reasons not to believe
Nothin' goes everybody knows like you always want it to be
But, here in my heart
There's a dream that's unbroken
And it get's in my way
But it won't be denied
Here in my heart the door is still open
Waiting for you to walk into my life (oohh oo-oo-ooh)
What I've been feelin' I can't explain
Lost in the muse of your eyes
An' I'm fallin' so hard
Just like the rain
Comes a time when ya cross the line and you know you got to believe
'Cos here in my heart
There's a dream that's unbroken
An' it gets in my way
But it won't be denied
Here in my heart the door is still open
Waiting for you to walk into my life
I know!
(That) I may never sleep again
'Till I see you (ooh oo-oo-ooh)
Oh, baby, I know (I know!)
Life is too short and I can't pretend
It's not about you (not about you)
Can't do without you
wooo oo-oo-ooh
Here in my heart
There's a dream that's unbroken
And it get's in my way (gets in my way)
But it won't be denied
Here in my heart (here in my heart)
The door is still open
Waiting for you to walk into my life
There's a dream that's unbroken
It gets in my way
But it won't be denied
Here in my heart (here in my heart)
The door is still open
Waiting for you to walk into my life
In my life (in my life)
In my life (in my life
song performed by by Chicago
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That Afternoon
i was there again
standing by the side of the old
glass windows
hazy because of the dust
it is hazy, hazy
the sea is linen white
the coconut trees as tall as they are very old
planted perhaps before the war
before the Japanese came
and ravished the spirits of our innocent people
i was there again
standing on a moment
always seeing
that rusty van parked
without its front wheel
nobody from there is asking
what is happening
it is hazy, as hazy as dusts
on that old glass window
then a black bird flies through
it breaking the thin old glass
into shattered pieces
the afternoon ended
on that sudden noise
i am telling you
i am not shocked because
i am not new to this
how can i be? i am as old and as
tall as that coconut tree
i am from this place
and i know each grain of sand
on the shore
of that white linen sea.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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936489 Pity
gone from this torement gone from this life this what this needlessness pointlessness of an existence that falls away and goes back to the darkness lost to the light of distant starliight up in yonder heavens far and away is everything to me now and forever more away is everything sucked into a black hole of forever dread the eternal struggle of this life the darkness of shadows fills up yer life full of hate pity sorrow and anger ur heart gets broken bustbeated bashed in to amillion peices all seprated from the whole follow the path of broken enlightenment see how far u can go into the deep dark whole the world is nolonger what it was once like good and bright and happiness all round now the wind blows a soft whisper callinin ur name to ur doom this loom what is this life what has it held for u and everyone esle what is but one mans life but a tear dropp into the pool of eternity ur life is jus but a mere speck of grain and and dust after it has all settles eveything is but torn upside down uprooted the struggles this broken soul spilt in half one half falls to the darkness the other falls into the devine eternal light which path do u follow where but from here would u go tothe dark lonely path that leads to an ever never endning exile of self pity or u go into the light were u hear angel singin off in the very distant endless feilds of happiness endless ness of this ever more ever expanding hopelessness this dreay life run far get going make it make it happin nuthign is but a lost cause a crusade that takes u far and off but into forever u go til the end ond of time it self to the very edge of this destruction u have to construct a new beginning a new meaning build anew life after uve picked up all the pieces to ur broken and shattered heart ur eyes are red full o anger and but you see her beautiful smile of forever u think back to the girl that u wanted to know and be with always be a freidn til the end think bout her makes my heart smile i fel like i wanna shine forever wne i talk to her all darkness leaves my soul one with the universe feel i do it is a great feeling no more longer mad bout anything in this life bak on track re upped reloaded a second shot at life or love gone and away with this ever increasin pointlessness up up and away goto towards the heavens fly takew ur place in history do sumthing wonderful sumtin nice sumtin u never dun before follow the rainbow life and all its myriad colors go til the very end itself be one with everything and accept life for its upmost beauty life is but a gift from thy gods that we dnt hav a choice but we can but decide what to do with this gift until the end so what ever you choose in life choose it wisely.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Through It All
My life is played upon a stage
like a singer is to a song
with every tune I sing of mine
I show you just where I belong
standing here on the edge of time
It is like an open book
that is there for all to see
it holds a story to tell
on every single page
each word finely written
Nothing left out or forgotten
it shares the tears of my sadness
that for so long have fell
or the anger that's inside of me
that built up into rage
With each and every chapter read
I let you inside of my head
and showed you my pain and sorrow
or gave you hope for a better tomorrow
let you see life is but limited to borrow
You seen my days of happiness
filled with joy and sunshine
you watched me stumble and fall
and with every step I took
you been there through it all
Spiritwind-2012
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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On Display
People were talking the other day that they’re
going to put your love on display.
How can a person be so in love
That they talk about the stars above.
How can you show your heart like an open book
And that with a smile was all it took.
There had to be more to it than a smile?
If you could explain it, then I’ll sit a while.
I said: the heart is a complex thing
And with it emotions it brings
The heart holds all that you may see and feel
And like a fishing pole it has a reel.
The reel can let out or pull in its slack
And once you’re hooked, there’s no turning back.
Like the fish you will fight to be free
But this is part of life s destiny.
The heart holds many things you’ve
Never felt before - sadness, bitterness
Disgust and hate, but the strongest ones
Is hope, love, and faith.
We all have the HOPE that we will
One day meet our soul mate
Before it becomes too late.
Then we find a thing called LOVE
Which was also given to us from above.
This is what hope was giving to you
A soul mate which was pure and true.
Then along came FAITH with its head held high
Looking up to the sky, showing us that with
All three, you could do most anything.
But the strongest of the three is the one
That surrounds you and me.
GOD - LOVED man so much
That he gave up his begotten son.
The key word here as you can see
Is LOVE.
Now as for the question that you asked of me
How can I show my heart like an open book.
When GOD showed his LOVE wasn’t that
An open book?
So how can I not follow his path that leads
The way, to a life of happiness day to day.
poem by Louis Rams
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House Of Four Doors
Walking thru that door
Outside we came
Nowhere at all
Perhaps the answers here
Not there anymore
Then in our hearts the light broke thru
A path lost for years is there in view
House of four doors
You'll be lost now forever
House of four doors
Rest of life's life forever.
House of four doors
You'll be lost now forever
House of four doors
Rest of life's life forever.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Breaking Boundaries
Cheers of the same glass
Here we live in togetherness
In a classy wine glass or just a table cup
But, still in layers, we never mixed up
As oil and water forever split up
A line of separation
Draw boundary between us
Touch each other surfaces but never hold phases
Never, upside cross the line to reach down
While, impossible is the line, false mind?
Forever isolating us, you and I
As you an oil and me, water
Undelivered lavender fumed words by you
Stayed there without pass the unbreakable line
Never, i know, cant have your adored scent in me
As there is a boundary, a thin door, locked for us
Tried, yes we tried, again and again
Essence of crimson red heart color
Dropped in our shared glass
Tried to be one by persuading our eyes
Hiding the differences of our layers
Again it can't, dissolved in me, unstained you
We stay as two layers of colors and perfume
In a traditional destiny of oil and water
Together we live, but by layers we always be
In a crystal glass or in that old jar
Close enough we are but a line make it far
Here we still, but our life never be one
Because of this boundary, nothing is easy
Expanding our hearts, as yours surfaced on mine
Exchange understanding, transferred between us
Emulsify the boundary, dissolving separator line
Resolving mind, for heart to heart bind
Holding together after found a place to fit
Swirling our souls, breaking all boundaries
As whole applied to share a fumes of lavender
Be in the bliss of red heart, crimson color
The rule of oil and water now is gone
For a mixture of love
Bound heart to heart
Understanding, breaks boundaries
Unison of different classes
Cheer in the same glass
Togetherness, we share life,
Finally, be as one
Just one
A class in a glass
Cheers! !
poem by Unwritten Soul
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A Prayer For Me
soon i will be one of the hollow people
and soon i will have nothing but air inside me
why can't i make a choice between substance
and emptiness?
i can. There is this light that leads me to
his Grace. There is this door that always opens.
There is this garden where all
the flowers always bloom
and never wilt.
I follow the light. I open the door.
I enter the garden.
As easy as that. I only need to call His Name.
And He is always there.
I do not have to suffer and
be confused. He is happiness. He is certainty.
I do not have the right to inflict
this unnecessary injury into my soul.
Amen.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Wait At The Door Of My Own Life
I WAIT AT THE DOOR OF MY OWN LIFE
I wait at the door of my own life
It does not open
The cities of the world go by
I do not visit them
Soon I will die
The great universe will go on spinning
My dreams will be forgotten
I wait at the end of my life for the door to open
And no one waits on the other side
I am alone with a lifetime of pages
Who will ever never read them?
This poem too waiting by the door
Knows it will never open.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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And Forever
Forever is impossible to live
Forever is possible when
Death is reached but which life
Forever is no fear of
Death,
Forever is eternity no death
The only cure of old age
Forever is never possible only in death
But forever without death
Is null and void who ever new bff is so sort
The only forever, forever is a simple
Hour glass that’s your life line out of
Time you realize before your time
There no forever the sands of time tell
The truth there is only one
Forever after death heaven the sand of time
Are full and there is forever
poem by Marcellus Watts
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House Of Four Doors, Part 2
Walking through that door,
Outside we came, nowhere at all.
Perhaps the answer's here, not there anymore?
Then in our hearts the light broke through,
A path lost for years is there in view.
House of four doors, you'll be lost now forever.
House of four doors, pass up life, lives forever
song performed by by Moody Blues
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The Door Between Two Worlds
this the door between our two worlds
it divides the inside and the outside
the light and the darkness
the choice is yours
there is no lock
there is only the hinge that holds the door to its place
when you open it
there is no sound
and when you close it
there is only this silence of the air sealed inside our minds
my heart does not sing inside
it is muted by the darkness that moment your gentle hands
close the door
it is patient, the mind
the incompatibilities of the things outside us
are too inviting
they tempt us to step outside and promise us
the magical wonders of freedom
we feel so light like our joys like cottons and clouds
they are no different from our wishes
i am in the middle of this door between us
& you look at me like i am the last man of this earth
your heart opens with eyes too careful not to know
what i do next is the suspense of this uncertainty
your eyes close, my heart bleeds
my hands wilt, your mind wanders like a lost wind
the door closes finally
walling us in
it locks upon itself and
the world sleeps soundly curling its feet on the beds of the
heavens
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God Open Door
People go out from my life.
A person lives a door open in my heart.
But God is there to fall it out in my heart.
People open a door to enter in my life.
But they not know as well as god knows me.
Some people don't want to open door for me.
But god is will to come in.
Person closes the door and I feel sad.
But god is there to make me happy.
But god opens all of them.
poem by Guadalupe Cruz
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The Book
Standing at the door, to your room, I lean against the frame,
I am frozen, I whisper your name.
The chair at the desk, where you always sat, to work
is in place, unmoved, in the dark.
I sigh, holding my breathe, I switch on the light
I say your name, adjust my eyes to the sight.
Everything is in its place, unmoved, just waiting
on your return, digital clock on desk blinking
in even rhythm, as time moves on,
unaware, uncaring that you are gone.
on the wall, family pictures of the past
moments in time, captured, held fast.
Afraid to break the silence, to enter the room, I wait
and for a moment I pretend you are just late,
that I will turn as I hear your footsteps on the stair
and see you standing, smiling, blue eyes full of care.
and then, that moment, that hope, has past
one heavy foot forward, I enter the room at last.
An inspiration, to me, to all of us, friends and family
you dealt with your illness, with strength and dignity,
I can still hear your laughter, your silly jokes,
remembering your love for books and gadgets.
reminiscing, I notice on your desk, a book
lying open, page marked, I move to have a look
As I read I start to smile, your last message,
the lyrics from Life of Brian, a circled passage
'Always look on the Bright side of Life'
for my children and my wife.
poem by Julie Duff
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