Another One Bites The Past
at 20
i have doubts about you getting into the world
of images, but you have persisted invoking the law
of the leaves and dusts
the pages of the wind you scan
looking for the justifications of your
fate
and every word there
though invisible
has given you the meaning of this
pursuit,
without choice i welcome you
and i am opening this door of emptiness
and you shall enter it
and meet a room that leads you to a bridge
of jagged edges
there the snail with sleepy eyes
shall meet you and serve you a plate of
mongrels of your
past
you will not find it tasty of course
but you shall swallow
bit by bit
because of your hunger
welcome you finally arrive where i am
introducing myself as
a permanent resident
this is the place where we were born
this is the place where we are going to die
it is an empty place it is dark
but be glad
we are serving as light.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Welcome Stranger To Another World
it is almost dark when i arrive
at this place,
beside the cemented road
a garden of wilting flowers
petals are filled with dust
the trees along the way
towards a bungalow
are shedding off leaves,
sonorous, the place is getting
strange to me with its own
kind of quiet
the door of the house is half open
the swing on the side is not moving
the air is strong
and leaves begin to be flown away
i enter the door
dusting my shoes on the carpet
scarlet in hues
light is filtered by dark green curtains
i remain standing
and you are there waiting
for this final talk
it is strange for i feel
that i do not belong to this place
anymore
i am taking away all my stories
and a book of poems
there is only one thing
i like to say to you
we make an agreement
there will be no more elaborations
no justifications for our past actions
nothing hurting or unkind
we are tired of the pain
i am leaving.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Higher Place
We gotta get to a higher place
And we gotta leave by night.
Before that river takes us down
We gotta find somewhe re thats dry
We gotta run like we never run,
Or were gonna lose the light.
If we dont get to a higher place and
Find somebody, can help somebody,
Might be nobody no more
We gotta get to a higher place
And I hope we all arrive together.
We gotta get to a higher place
If we wanna survive the weather
Well, I fool myself and I dont know why
I thought we could ride this out
I was up all night making up my mind
But now I got my doubts
I got my eye on the waterline
Trying to keep my sense of humor
But if we dont get to a higher place and
Find somebody, can help somebody,
Might be nobody no more
We gotta get to a higher place
And I hope we all arrive togeth er.
We gotta get to a higher place
If we wanna survive the weather
I remember walking with her in town,
Her hair was in the wind
I gave her my best kiss
She gave it back again
When I add up what Ive left behind
I don t want to lose no more
But if we dont get to a higher place and
Find somebody, can help somebody,
Might be nobody no more
song performed by by Tom Petty
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
A Secret Place
Between life and death
There's another path
Some of us choose to live there
Away from life there's another place for broken hearts
A secret place that helps tired souls to find the peace within their selves
Thoughts and regrets all meet there
The place where I open the gate to meet the present with past
Away from crowd near to the God not dead or alive
The secret place its the loneliness to meet ourselves
Away from lovers aches
But with the memories no way to disregard to escape free
The secret place there I open my hidden aches
Away from blamers glance
My bloody wounds there take a bit rest
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Allegory Of The Cycle Of Doors
and so there is this door that appears before you
and you open it
and then when you enter the room
another door appears
this is the cycle of doors that keep on appearing and you
keep on opening
but the room still appears from a distance
always distant
from your eager feet to enter
you say to enter the room i must please the door
but the room moves away just the same
and the door tells you
to keep the room
you have to burn it and when the room is burned
the door finally disappears
and then both the door and the room shall tell you
now be happy
for you now have a house of your own
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
We Will Meet Again
Was it the words she said or was it all in the way in which the lady said them?
Her eyes that spoke to me were sending my heart a thought so deep I cant forget them
I guess it wasnt the right time or the place
For love right then
But we met destiny, and it sealed our fate
Chorus:
Well me again (we will meet again)
I know we will (we will meet again)
On my heart its written (we will meet again)
Somewhere, someplace, somehow Ill find her then as I did now... just for a moment
And I will hear the wind that told me
I will return again my love have patience
Lifes a circle, it all comes back around, so until then...
Ill be waiting for you knowing somehow?
Repeat chorus
And if she were standing in a crowd
Shed be the one that I would find among the faces
And if the music was too loud
Itd be her voice that I would hear
Above it all (we will meet again)
I know we will (we will meet again)
I know we will (we will meet again)
And if she were standing in a crowd
Shed be the one that I would find among the faces
And if the music was too loud
Itd be her voice that I would hear
Above it all (we will meet again)
I know we will (we will meet again)
On my heart its written (we will meet again)
From this day till... (we will meet again)
Well me again (we will meet again)
Well me again (we will meet again)
song performed by by Journey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Meet Me At No Special Place
(and Ill be there at no particular time)
(pyle/robinson/terker)
Baby, we two cant get along,
Im never right, youre never wrong.
So meet me at no special place,
And Ill be there at no particular time.
Baby, it just aint common sense
Mixin up love with arguments.
So meet me at no special place,
And Ill be there at no particular time.
Im all fed up on stormy weather,
Im going where its june.
Heres hopin I see you never
cause if I do, that will be too soon.
Now that Ive put my heart on ice,
Missing you will seem paradise.
So meet me at no special place,
And Ill be there at no particular time.
~interlude~
Youd better bring along your glasses
In case Im hard to find,
Youll wish you could see before you
As clearly as you can see behind.
You can turn back in retropect
Of the times you stuck out your neck.
So meet me at no special place,
And Ill be there at no particular time.
All we do is make up
Then quarrel all over again,
But this is it ~ the breakup
From now on, you knew me when...
So meet me at no special place,
And Ill be there at no particular time!
song performed by by Nat King Cole
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Place In This World
Words: michael w. smith and wayne kirkpatrick
Music: michael w. smith
The wind is moving
But I am standing still
A life of pages
Waiting to be filled
A heart thats hopeful
A head thats full of dreams
But this becoming
Is harder than it seems
Feels like im
Chorus:
Looking for a reason
Roaming through the night to find
My place in this world
My place in this world
Not a lot to lean on
I need your light to help me find
My place in this world
My place in this world
If there are millions
Down on their knees
Among the many
Can you still hear me
Hear me asking
Where do I belong
Is there a vision
That I can call my own
Show me im
Chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Familiarity With The World, Finally....
no place does not give you a distraction
the sound of the machine that lingers in the air and pierces your ear
it will always be there
the sound of engines
more cruel than thunder
and folding waves of the storms at sea
bigger than houses
shall always meet you straight in the eye
deeper in your mind
there seems to be no peaceful place of the leaves and
grass
where you can rest your body where your soul finds an imaginary
home
where the heart can sleep and dream
there seems to be none
and so you run and run as fast as you can to find it
but the running even if it does not stop
finds no such place
and hopeless then
you rest upon a field of destructive sounds and then begin to
accept them as they are
the mad cry of the baby, the heated exchange of hate between
couples, the war of governments and people,
all these are very real
are becoming spots in your skin
your very own shadow that goes with you everywhere you go
you too, is that sound of anger and despair
this is the world
this is your place
now, you must learn what is this all about
rest your head upon the madness of the crowd
sleep amidst the chaos
this is finally what we call as home
yes, a home in a very crowded mall, in a very narrow path
towards a broken door, that slanted room.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Mr. Tambourine Man
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin' you.
Though i know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, i'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, i'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin' you.
song performed by by George Harrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Just Beyond The Rainbow
Just beyond the rainbow
Where the birds fly free,
Is a whole new world for us
A place for you and me
A place we can call home
A place that holds our destiny
Just beyond the rainbow
Is where I will wait
For you to follow
Follow me, and our fate
Away from the cruel world
Where we can live together, as soul mates
Just beyond the rainbow
You will find forgiveness, and peace
I will meet you
Where you'll feel your problems release
And the pain,
Oh, the pain, it starts to decrease
Just beyond the rainbow
Is where I am waiting now
For you to join me in heaven
For the goddess to allow
You to die with me
And together, travel to a place that's... wow!
poem by Katniss Everdeen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
12/09.....Meet Me At The Ocean
Meet Me at the Ocean.........
Meet me at the ocean
where the water meets the sand
Our world alone,
this is our eternity
I dream of this place
we have never been
You are my only escape from reality
Endless sleepless nights
take me to this place
Waves crashing restlessly
on the beach
Where I can feel your body
and see your face
You are all I need
but still out of reach
Meet me at the ocean
A place that is my home
High tide will come
Will come and carry us
Away to the unknown
poem by Sacred Garden
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In That Common Room Where You Are No Longer Alone
your eyes are open
as you are fully alive when you go
back to that old house
by the river
named after
sin,
you open the door
your hands are too willing
and you enter
a dusty room
where you shall be alone
for a while
you smell sin there
and you
get to know it better
beyond its name and
place of origin
you identify with it
and there is no fear now
you talk for a while
and then
it urges you to go naked
and close your eyes
to enter upon
a world where everyone is
welcome
you drink and dance and
become tipsy
lights begin to play
and shouts of joy are heard
in this totally
transformed world
you are not alone now
in this indulgence
you have become counted
without
any hesitation
your mind explodes into
four seasons
compressed in time
and the guarantee of
total satisfaction is handed to you
like a key to
your permanent room
since then
you are so alive
and death has become
too irrelevant
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You Can Never Go Home
Open the door and adjust my eyes
The concrete streets are as gray as the skies
The wind stings my face and this world just melts away
And it brings me back to another place bur memories are such a waste
You can never go home, you left that world behind
Is this the only place
The only place to go
Are these tired words, the only that we know
The old familiar taste, of the bottle in my hand
Or is this the only place, I can understand
Your whiskey tainted wisdom spills like vomit from your mouth
The world is closing in and I just gotta get out...
Of my head and of this town
Familiar places are bringing me down,
The truth can be hard to swallow
When its spit right in your face.
I just gotta get out
Hay
song performed by by Unseen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Peacefully He Died
I had no choice to where to be born
But if I could choose where to die
I would choose where the Lilacs grow
And where the river runs wide.
I would go where no War has been
And from hate, no one has died
I would go where the Birds fly high
And where the tree tops touch the sky.
I would go where the water is blue
And where the land is painted green
I would go where nature plays her song
And it is nothing more than serene.
For a Man lives such a mournful life
And I think it is just fitting and right
For him to find His own place to go
When it becomes His time to die.
For I would like to go where the word is peace
When it becomes my time to go
Where sadness and pain is never felt
And their aftermath is never known.
I would like to go where hunger is fed
And misery is a forgotten word
I would like to go where love is sewn
And where, “ I don’t care” is never heard.
So when it becomes my time to leave
I won’t go with Mans sorrows or fears
I hope to be buried in a peaceful place
And I hope not, to cause much tears.
For where to be born I had no choice
But where to choose to finally lie
I would like to go where on my tombstone they’d write,
“Hate and Sorrow Knew His Name, But Peacefully Here He Died”.....
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Same Place, Same Time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
The coffee’s hot
And the company is good
Conversation flows, as it should
A joke or two
And when all is said and done
We’re right back to where we begun
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
These crowded streets
I balance tight roped on the curb
Car screeches past, a scream is heard
De ja vu
Yes I’ve been here before
Time moves slowly as traffic stalls
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Break
It was good
You were sublime
I’m so glad that we spent the time
Time is short
What we have is rare
Love is oxygen with you there
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Copyright 2006 (updated 2010)
poem by Colin Coplin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Missing You
It's been a while since I saw your smile,
Never seen your face but I felt your grace,
From a distance your gaze,
Your eyes, they warm my heart,
What a great place to start!
In my heart, always,
Always a place for you,
A quiet space,
What a beautiful place!
Lost in time, no rhythm nor rhyme,
Until at last,
We find the peace we deserve,
To live, breathe and to serve,
So when you think of me,
Remember to feel free,
Live life through freedoms door,
Know that I will love you evermore,
I will see you in a quiet room,
A dark corner where you light the gloom,
In a moment of silence, a quiet breath,
Moves us one step further from death,
Sometimes I feel there can be no end,
As long as our hearts mend,
A soul that is your friend,
Then the light of love will know no end.
26 June 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Self Portrait
I can see this world in a different way- from this world I hid for many years.
Riding a ship towards some other galaxy,
Though only inside of my mind-
The rain would pour down upon the real world, and
In the mid winter the snow would fall, but
Lost in some other place in time, I only saw the sun.
I was a rare bird whose wings would carry me
High above the treetops, the mountains and
Even above the highest clouds,
Traveling far away from everybody and everything that was real.
Rain, sleet and hail would fall, though all I could see was a rainbow,
Glistening within the sky, high above the mountains-
I placed no trust in the people who walked upon the ground below,
Although it hardly mattered- I could always converse with those people
Who lived within the kingdom inside of my mind.
I would board a ship, its full sails to the wind,
Carrying me towards the world of my dreams-
Today I see the world in a different way-Now I see reality,
I see reality- hunger, war and people who threaten, and
All I can do is place my hands over my eyes, hoping to shut this cruel world out.
The ship I rode to some other place has been lost somewhere in the sky and
A rare bird, whose wings are now broken, I now see the world under a different light.
Somebody took me and locked me away last night and I have become
A prisoner inside of my own mind-upon that ship with fallen sails
I feel as if I am on a pathway headed towards nowhere-
I place my hands over my eyes. Attempting to hide from all that is real,
Unable to find peace of mind, unable to find my rainbow.
I find myself alone inside of an empty room, with no windows and a door that is locked-
I converse with the voices that speak to me inside of my mind-as
These, nobody can take them away from me and
They are all that is left of my dreams…
poem by Claudia Krizay
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
As I Wait For For You
and then our minds met at a point
of convergence
i waited for you in a room without a number
a place without a name
a space where only us know what & how to fill
i am naked
you want the whole truth and so i am naked
in this room without a number, a place without a name
a space, where only our self-manifested emptiness know how & what to fill
when you arrive do not call my name
be so soft and gentle with your feet
do not even say your name as
i have also left my name somewhere else
and it is only i who knows it
i lose my identity
that is how i want to spend my short moment with you
i am naked
i only have my face, my skin and my flesh my bones my whole body
not my soul
do not knock
just push the door
it is left open throughout the nights of my waiting
i have intended it that way
so when you arrive and i am still asleep with my dreams and desires
of you
do not disturb the silence and sweetness of my sleep
just whisper your desire for love so sweet to my ears
touch the surfaces of my skin and caress with your soft fingers the smooth lines of my face
place your head just beside my tight chest
for there you shall hear the sounds of all my desires
and then my love we begin the sharing of our hidden truths
we shall dance in our nakedness
we shall make love real
we shall open the shutters of this closed window
we let the slits of light from outside the night get inside us and put some
warmth on the empty pores of our skins
we bring light to the darkness of our lives
we put fire to those eyes that refuse to close and die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Between our dreams and then our lives.
There's a little place that lies
Between our dreams and then our lives
Its a place where we should always spend some time.
Its the place where lovers meet
Its the place that on the street
Separates me from simply what is mine.
Its the place where bank accounts
And concerns about amounts
Take second place to what it is that matters.
Its sometimes hidden in the mind
But its there for us to find
If we will only just stop idle chatter.
It's a place that is our own
It's been with us while we've grown
It's the inner peace within the outer wrapping.
It's not taught to you at school
And doesn't follow any rules
It's the soul we have and without which we're lacking.
poem by David Keig
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Peacefully, He Died
I had no choice where to be born
But if I could choose where to die
I'd choose where the lilacs grow,
And where the river runs wide.
I'd go where no war has been
And from hate, no one has died
I'd go where the birds fly high,
And the tree tops touch the sky.
I'd go where the water is blue
And the plains are painted green
I'd go where nature sings her song,
And the song is nothing more than serene.
A man lives such a mournful life
And I think it is fitting and right
For Him to find His own place to go,
When it becomes His time to die.
I like to go where the word is peace
When it becomes my time to go
Where sadness and pain is never felt,
And their aftermaths is never known.
I'd like to go where hunger is fed
And misery is a forgotten word
I like to go where love is sewn,
And where 'I Don't Care', is never heard.
When it becomes my time to leave
I wont go with mans sorrows or fears
I hope to be buried in a peaceful place,
And I hope not, to cause much tears.
Where to be born, I had no choice
But where to choose for me to finally lie,
I like to go where on my tomb they would write,
'Hate and Sorrow Knew His Name, But Peacefully Here He Died'..
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!