At The End You Must Become The Part Of Everyone
not all paths are the same
not everything are carved by tradition
somehow you deviate not because you want to deviate
it is just written in the lines of your palm and there is no way
that you can avoid it
oedipus rex is not an exception
what he wanted to avoid he instead entered
it is the tragedy that leads him precisely
to his own tragic fate
someone was once asking: who wants to be myself?
and no one answered quite well
most people find themselves unwanted and that is tragedy by itself
' i never wanted to be myself' the ugly creature in grief said it frankly
to himself who never answered him
you end up unsatisfied and resigned
how heavy is it to carry oneself as a burden
how unfaithful one can be
what a disadvantage to keep an enemy within you
what tragic moment
to hurt your feet with your own hands
to torture your mind with your own thoughts
to pluck out your eyes from your sockets because you do not want to see yourself or to uproot your very nerves that you think are the ones hurting your bones to tear your heart apart
and shatter your fragile self into some kind of irreconcilable pieces
what if you were just as gentle as the wind caressing the waves of the sea
as warm as the sun landing on the valley
your hands are not dichotomies
your heart never a wasted part of your body
what if...you forget the self and think of it as nothing
so that you shall become the wind of the earth
the sea of the continent
the earth on this universe? a darkness moving with space which has become the part of everyone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blown With The Wind
You have taken my heart in your hands...
At first you were very gentle with it
But now you have left me with absolutely nothing
Nothing but a broken heart and shattered promises
Every commit you made had been broken
The wind is my sole witness...
For they carry with them all your lies and false dreams
Now I don't know if I could ever trust you again
For so long I waited and kept you in my heart
I never thought you would do anything to cause me hurt
I thought you loved me, at least that's what you claimed.
Then why am I sitting here all by myself?
And why am I having to put the broken pieces back?
Now you tell me if you want another chance...
How can I trust you again, to be true and sincere
You took me in once, twice, thrice, but let me go...
We were in love at least that's what it seemed
If that is what you think love is then, I don't want it!
Yes I loved you, I still do and I always will
But your love isn't unconditional like mine
You seem to fall in and out of love easy, at least you did with me.
So how do I know if you will carry my heart
Like it is fine china that you cherish?
You did really good at breaking my heart the first time
Then the second, then the third...I lost count
I've yet to collect pieces bit by bit
Can you put the memories back to make me complete?
*This is a narrative poem better off said than written, I wanted to convey its message, wanted it flow freely without minding the technical aspects...that's what we called, expression.
However, I experimented on rephrasing the poem with a more poetic touch. See it for yourself on the poem 'Swept'
poem by Cynthia Aluning
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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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Fragile Heart
Verse 1:
I remember the first time
You laughed with me
I remember the promises
You would never leave my side
Now Im standin with news of a tragedy
Standin here with a fragile heart
See I never shed a tear
I stayed strong for them
When everybody disappears
Its only you that keeps me strong
I cant imagine goin on
Without you in my life
Goin on with a fragile heart
Chorus:
When I think about, think about life
Lord I think of you
I forget about everything else
Theres only you and i
I cant think about ever givin up
Ever givin up the fight
The only thing that matters lord is you
Verse 2:
I aint got no time to pretend
That Im not missin you
I know youre in good hands
The same hands that hold my heart
And Ill cherish every moment that weve spent
As a gift from God above
cause he takes care of all fragile hearts
Chorus 2:
When I think about, think about life
Lord I think of you
I forget about everything else
Theres only you and i
I cant think about ever givin up
Ever givin up the fight
The only thing that matters
When Im goin thru
Is givin my fragile heart right back to you
Bridge:
You see my fragile hearts been broken
And youre the only one
Who can put it all together again
So Im trustin you lord to see me thru
(vamp out)
song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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Fragile Heart
Verse 1:
I remember the first time
You laughed with me
I remember the promises
You would never leave my side
Now Im standin with news of a tragedy
Standin here with a fragile heart
See I never shed a tear
I stayed strong for them
When everybody disappears
Its only you that keeps me strong
I cant imagine goin on
Without you in my life
Goin on with a fragile heart
Chorus:
When I think about, think about life
Lord I think of you
I forget about everything else
Theres only you and i
I cant think about ever givin up
Ever givin up the fight
The only thing that matters lord is you
Verse 2:
I aint got no time to pretend
That Im not missin you
I know youre in good hands
The same hands that hold my heart
And Ill cherish every moment that weve spent
As a gift from God above
cause he takes care of all fragile hearts
Chorus 2:
When I think about, think about life
Lord I think of you
I forget about everything else
Theres only you and i
I cant think about ever givin up
Ever givin up the fight
The only thing that matters
When Im goin thru
Is givin my fragile heart right back to you
Bridge:
You see my fragile hearts been broken
And youre the only one
Who can put it all together again
So Im trustin you lord to see me thru
(vamp out)
song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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Dying - I Only Feel Apathy
Now as I am to be bereaft of my troth
I cry aloud my last words of lost hope.
A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind;
Huxes like moisture through pores.
I am unwilling to forgive
Him who depriev'd me of my life -
Gloaming the sequence -
A momentary view.
Perishing intervals of rejoice -
My supreme happiness is lost!
Baleful emotions of fear - my body is the earth -
The earth is now destined to be made forlorn -
Forlorn from the enlivening energies.
Am I not anylonger living?
In mournful silence I suffer -
In peace I now will rest.
My hard-working hands
Are now reposed.
I close thee my beloved into my heart -
Conceal thy memory in my inner sanctum.
In my thoughts thou shalt forever be -
As a dear and precious remembrance.
I'm dethroned in the reign of entity -
My tears descend like of abony -
Life is the theatre of tragedy -
Dying - I only feel apathy!
song performed by by Theatre Of Tragedy from Theatre Of Tragedy
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Dark Circles
Never have I seen anything so clear and promising
As the landscape rolling before my eyes at this moment
Now I see that there is a force I must stop resisting
The readiness to rebuild is becoming more potent
The ashes of what used to be play in the dry wind
And I see a beautiful vision that looks so kind
Dark circles made of ash dance in the air around me
I begin to dance in the beautiful storm and I smile
Why is it that I laugh when there is no light to see?
Why do I dance when I will soon face a testing trial?
There is something exciting and humbling in darkness
From this darkness I will soon find a new grand happiness
In my heart I am feeling the new life. I feel paralyzing
In my mind I am prepared to rebuild. Nothing now stops me
I can feel that soon I will be on top and I’ll be blazing
I can feel that soon I will be revered and I’ll be free
So, why not dance with the swirls of ash so black and dry?
I would rather dance now then continue to hopelessly cry
Dark circles cover me from head to toe!
Dark circles decorate the dead landscape!
Dark circles are flying so high, like my hero!
Dark circles lead me to a grand escape!
Dark circles wrap around me and we fly!
Dark circles! A dance I always wanted to try!
All the ashes mold and form into black angels in the air
They reach out and take my hands and we run
Dark circles cover my eyes and dance through my hair
Dark figures lead me through the darkness to the sun
And in the end of the darkness I see a shining light!
It’s a mirror; it reflects me, a shining light so bright
Dark circles dance around me in celebration of a new birth
They fly high and fall down to create a wind so strong
My face is covered with colors from the burned earth
I do not look like a man. I look like a creature of wrong
I smile and I realize that this is my new territory
Dark circles form a new black castle free of any tragedy!
Dark ashes line the air and the skies!
Dark circles swirl through the land!
Dark circles vibrate with my joyful cries!
Dark circles run along my porcelain hand!
Dark circles shine new light into my life!
Dark circles bring new beauty to my eye…
poem by German Alcala
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The Journey Towards The Top...
your wish must be
mothered by passion
your first step maybe
desire but it will not
always be the same
the other steps till the
end of your journey
towards that highest peak
will all be bleeding
sacrifices of the feet
you carry with you the
heavy weight of silence
like four sacks of rice
burdening your back
you are no longer fragile
as a morning glory
your eyes pierce the skin
of the ground, daggers all.
you forget your name
you shed off masks
you do not know a face
you keep that spirit
you have become all the
elements of nature: wind,
sea, mountain, space,
meteor, sun and moon,
but you are still one
as the steel self that you
are, a man apart from the rest.
you know beforehand about
your ending, you become a stone
part of the cliff, kissed by
the clouds, sings with the
wind, overlooking the plains.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Song
The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction
the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.
Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human--
looks out of the heart
burning with purity--
for the burden of life
is love,
but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.
No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love--
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
--cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:
the weight is too heavy
--must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.
The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye--
yes, yes,
that's what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.
poem by Allen Ginsberg
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Ode to the Wind 2
i am wind i caress
every skin i fall on
i float with the tide
and dance with the moon
as we glide over the sea
the waves sweep us on a silver path
serenade us the lustre of the moment
the moon shivers, i twirl, the trees rustle,
clouds part to give us way to a crescendo of fun
everytime i am around, the feet of the universe
spring to action, things dance, and i dance too
spreading a joie de vivre
i am a vagabond of the wildest kind
a gypsy, a tramp, a born traveller
holding a carte blanche to everywhere
in summer a thousand fans work me into action
those who ride me go on to build new lives
i had the reputation to take people
from continent to continent
to the remotest places, if they only cared
to put up a sail for me to carry them with me
nothing can stop me as i tarry from
coast to coast, village to village,
city to city, ocean to ocean
sprinkling cheerful fragrances of spring
unfurl summer's nerves, making
fair ladies sprint with pride as their graceful
luxurious crown dances round them like dreams
a million artists wait for the swirl of autumn scarlet
to work volume into their canvasses
oftentimes, you would see me sweeping
the streets here and there; leaves somersault
to my path as we play twins on a fiesta
when i do rest, i can stand on a single hair
static like a frog on a lotus leaf
a sadguru meditation, letting the self
to a land of nowhere
i hold many faces, but hide many till
things get blown away, the masks taken
the battle of opposite begins
the hot and cold air tailing each other in rages
i will be worse than the Indian Goddess Kali
eyes fiery as a volcano, a wasp out to sting
i tear down houses, uproot trees, throwing the ocean
helter skelter so that water springs everywhere
my face then is nothing other than vengeance and death,
i take away everything in my way
i am the Yama from hades and nobody escapes
the twist of fate i administer
i hold many faces, at my sweetest,
i can dance like Nataraja the cosmic dancer
moving earth, sun and moon, and the whole universe
with the tilt of my feet, swaying of my hips
and the turns of my fingers and heads
i bring good news to the deserving,
those who sweat for their work
a whole padi field waves in golden delight
as i cross the path to bring news of harvest
on the feet of a romancing couple i take them
from one high to the other of remembrances
in the worst of winter, i help sprinkle frost
everywhere - window panes, stairs to the front door,
windscreens, and our parting memories
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Without a Trace
Help me, help me
My love was gone
Tell me if you find
My mind’s now blind
Did somebody kill him
And bury the body
In unknown tomb
Tell me who should I hate
Torture till death
Did someone keep him
And enchant with spell
In weaving web
Tell me who should I beg
To bring him back
Did sky take him
Or did sea call him
Did earth swallow him
Or did stone fall him
Did he forget me
Or try to leave apart
Did he avoid me
Or play with my heart
Give me, give me
Reason to insane
My love was gone
And I don’t know where to find
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A Lifetime Of Loving You
Many years ago our feet did dance
To Chuck, Roy, Elvis and Jerry Lee
Magical nights filled with romance
High School sweethearts, fancy free
My racing heart true love expressed
Every day/night, I wanted only you
Kissed your lips, brown hair caressed
Knew all the while my loins subdue...
Lest we bring forth a twist of fate
Forever change events foreseen
Force future dreams to deviate
Compel fragile hearts demean
Alas, in stark truth and retrospect
We tried too hard to heart protect
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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That Final Knowledge....
the closest to your heart
was burned, literally, the body into
ashes
from ashes to ashes you screamed against the heavens
and the heavens answered that
it could have been you
but you were spared so that your eyes can see and your ears can hear,
it will only be for a time that
you question all these and find the roots
and perhaps uproot that
tree that caused the madness of revenge
now, look at you
after burying the signals of the times
you are back
in the race of rats
the dogs howl again
and in the darkness you fly again
when the moon is full
another one suffers
from the harshness of your hands
you have forgotten
how is it to be more powerful
in patience
in the tenderness of the human heart
sooner shall the leaves of live bury you
and then perhaps you shall finally know.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Remember The Tinman
There are locks on the doors
And chains stretched across all the entries to the inside
Theres a gate and a fence
And bars to protect from only God knows what lurks outside
Who stole your heart left you with a space
That no one and nothing can fill
Who stole your heart who took it away
Knowing that without it you cant live
Who took away the part so essential to the whole
Left you a hollow body
Skin and bone
What robber what thief who stole your heart and the key
Who stole your heart
The smile from your face
The innocence the light from your eyes
Who stole your heart or did you give it away
And if so then when and why
Who took away the part so essential to the whole
Left you a hollow body
Skin and bone
What robber what thief
Who stole your heart and the key
Now all sentiment is gone
Now you have no trust in no one
Who stole your heart
Did you know but forget the method and moment in time
Was it a trickster using mirrors and sleight of hand
A strong elixir or a potion that you drank
Who hurt your heart
Bruised it in a place
That no one and nothing can heal
Youve gone to wizards, princes and magic men
Youve gone to witches, the good the bad the indifferent
But still all sentiment is gone
But still you have no trust in no one
If you can tear down the walls
Throw your armor away remove all roadblocks barricades
If you can forget there are bandits and dragons to slay
And dont forget that you defend an empty space
And remember the tinman
Found he had what he thought he lacked
Remember the tinman
Go find your hear and take it back
Who stole your heart
Maybe no one can say
One day you will find it I pray
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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The Words That I Have Not Written
for the words i have not written
i accept i have been a coward
the moment these words become transparent
in my mind, i always tell them gently
i have not the strength to write you
you have become subjects beyond
my power and please understand
the consequences of having to write
all of you: waiting to be printed and read
like the Sphinx and its riddle before
Oedipus, if i were to write all of you
i may be able to save a kingdom in distress
but please understand what happens to me next
for like Oedipus i may be compelled to pluck my eyes out
from my face
and i may roam the earth begging for forgiveness
throughout my life
because i have been blind by fate for all those years
writing you is honesty
and it is this honesty that may at the end kill me
and so
i am very sorry
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Honesty Looses
Honesty looses battle
As we lack strong metal
Mind and body quietly differ
One may reject and another may accept offer
Person caught at the gate is thief
So not caught, there is relief
The happiness and joy is for brief
There after follows agony and grief
No one is safe not even country
All resources may be cornered and people may go hungry
How an elephant is killed for ivory?
Where as it is unwanted and unnecessary!
Body longs for all luxury style
It may not had for meanwhile
So there is short cut to avail
Many succeed but mostly fail
Yes, we are all in safe hands
No enemy and all friends
Only bleak future and tragic end
Greedy eyes with sick mind
Pray almighty for sage passage
Miss not if there is good message
Write something new on good page
Content with whatever you have and not burn with rage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Waterfall
THE SONG of the water
Doomed ever to roam,
A beautiful exile,
Afar from its home.
The cliffs on the mountain,
The grand and the gray,
They took the bright creature
And hurled it away!
I heard the wild downfall,
And knew it must spill
A passionate heart out
All over the hill.
Oh! was it a daughter
Of sorrow and sin,
That they threw it so madly
Down into the lynn?
. . . . .
And listen, my Sister,
For this is the song
The Waterfall taught me
The ridges among:—
“Oh where are the shadows
So cool and so sweet
And the rocks,” saith the water,
“With the moss on their feet?
“Oh, where are my playmates
The wind and the flowers—
The golden and purple—
Of honey-sweet bowers,
“Mine eyes have been blinded
Because of the sun;
And moaning and moaning
I listlessly run.
“These hills are so flinty!—
Ah! tell me, dark Earth,
What valley leads back to
The place of my birth?—
“What valley leads up to
The haunts where a child
Of the caverns I sported,
The free and the wild?
“There lift me,”—it crieth,
“I faint from the heat;
With a sob for the shadows
So cool and so sweet.”
Ye rocks, that look over
With never a tear,
I yearn for one half of
The wasted love here!
My sister so wistful,
You know I believe,
Like a child for the mountains
This water doth grieve.
Ah! you with the blue eyes
And golden-brown hair,
Come closer and closer
And truly declare:—
Supposing a darling
Once happened to sin,
In a passionate space,
Would you carry her in—
If your fathers and mothers,
The grand and the gray,
Had taken the weak one
And hurled her away?
poem by Henry Kendall
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The Death Papers.... (Part Two)
i, the body
of earth and wind,
cry for the mountains,
the valleys, and rivers.
i am man,
the warrior naked,
muscled dark and lean.
with eyes borrowed from the hawk,
and hands that turn the ground.
i bear the feet of time determined,
the marks of the whip scar my back.
with hardened phallus,
and panting breath,
i follow the trail of the wolves.
i am woman,
the warrior naked,
long hair swept by the wind.
with eyes borrowed from the owl,
and hands skilled in healing.
i bear the feet of time determined,
the scar of the chains on my wrists.
breasts born with fire,
garden wet with hungry birth,
i am the trail the wolves follow!
and now,
i, the body
lay down my cross,
seed in the furrow,
sunlight waiting
for darkness's goodbye kiss.
for i, the body,
am earth and wind....
mountains, valleys,
and rivers cry for me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fragile (demo 1998)
Four o'clock in the morning
I close my eyes and consider you
Is this some kind of warning
To let me know you're just passing through my life?
It's a good place to be
For someone like you to take solace in me
This is my fragile reality
For someone as eager as you
Can break me in threes
And break through my needs
To get to the dirt
You learned how to hurt... me
Six o'clock in the evening
I brush my hair and will you to know
Is this some kind of teasing?
And are you prepared to be half as true as you try,
As you try hard to be?
Someone so cautious and careful and free
And why are you waiting for me?
You're steady and stable and able to be close to me
I'm strapped to my seat
The tables have turned
You know how they burn right through me
Why do you wrestle with my right to be different from you?
Why do you settle for me if it's not what you wanted to do?
I'm fragile too
I'm fragile too
I'm fragile too
Only with you
Four o'clock in the morning
I hold your head and take care of you
Are these symptoms of touring?
Did someone you love leave you black and blue?
Sometime, somewhere I'll never be
Aware of misfortunes and torture and grief
This life is a good place to be
For someone as fragile as you
I'm fragile too
I'm fragile too
I'm fragile too
But only with you
Only with you
I'm fragile too
But only with you
Only with you
I'm fragile too
But only with you
I'm fragile too (7x)
But only with you
Only with you
I'm fragile too
But only with you.
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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If You Do Not Like The Company.
You have choices, yes or no.
Choose the company or let them go.
But be aware of what they mean for you,
They play out your inner feelings, you are part of their zoo.
If you find out what goes on in their mind,
You can find it in yourself that you are similar kind.
However, you have the choice to accept & play the game,
Or stop that in yourself and they'll disappear without blame.
But, if you try to ignore them, or avoid their company,
Next time you meet a worse trade jeopardy.
They can be tied to you, who cannot be shaken,
They stay with you until your lesson taken.
So, welcome everybody who comes into your realm,
Be kind to them, listen, decide what you choose & stay calm.
Definitely tell them clearly your feelings about that,
Be polite, tell your truth, but be a diplomat.
Hurting others mean hurting yourself,
Hating others mean you hate yourself,
However, being kind & loving means you should know what,
You are the child of the Universe, you cannot do any shortcut.
Specially on the wrong way.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Knowledge Is Both Gift And Curse
In the darkness i sit and wait,
Knowing the world's tragic fate,
The world will end when comes night,
Never again will we see dawns morning light,
I know the terror, fear and sorrow,
Of knowing there, will be no tomorrow,
And so in the darkness i sit and wait,
Knowing the world's tragic fate,
I wish to God i could forget,
The Earths demise, that is in time set,
Constantly thinking of the soon dead,
I put a bullet through my head,
This is what happens when you sit and wait,
Knowing the world's tragic fate,
poem by Kieran J1996
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