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Blonde Hair

America has become like your kitchen,
gone for a week
without notice, and back again on another
day, without so much fuss,
you walk back
trace the steps of your past on grounds
filled with dust and dry leaves
pebbles without dew, buds that wilt,
roots that stop to spread,
this is still
My Philippines, dusts or fresh air,
storms or drought, i keep walking its paths
without you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sometimes I am amazed of the magic that is done

It all started with something insignificant
Like dust,
Sticking on a window pane, and I want it
Dusted off, it is dirt, it is unwanted,
And I do not even know what to do next
About such
Insignificance and feelings of simply
Trying to get rid of dust immediately,
But then, I begin to think about this
Dust, this me, this dust in me,
Some dusts on my feet, some dusts on
My forehead, and some dusts in my ears,
Some dusts in my eyes so obstructive
Of what I really am, and I know what to do next,
The bulb lighting in my head in a sudden,
I touch the dust,
I feel the dust with my fingers, and I am crazy enough
I taste the dust on my window pane,
And I shiver,
I am shaking to its taste, the taste of nothingness
If was from dust that I really come,
I now remember,
It will be to dust that I shall return,
I am now reminded,
And the dust that I used to see
As dirt, as something so insignificant, is now,
A magical patch, glistening, so filled with meaning,
I am nothing but dust; I am biting the dust,

I am very insignificant, in that window pane, at first.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Survival Kit

the grass accepts death
of all it has, leaves and roots
its color blends with
the dust and parched mud
cracking surfaces
it also knows to preserve
its species
burying resilient seeds on
the cracks
and when it rains it begins
to grow buds
roots and all and the whole
ground is green again

meanwhile on cracked grounds
where once the pond was
the whiskers of the catfish begin
to wriggle
shedding off mud around its skin
the fish begins to swim

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Walk Through The Fire

Walk through the fire
Walk through the fire (walk through the fire)
Through the dust and ashes
While the building crashes
Walk through the flame (walk through the fire)
No trace of indecision
Lion keep his vision clear
Moving out
Across the water
The wet leaves quiver in the heat
Darkness heavy on my shoulder
Smell the smoke, sickly sweet
The bodys weak, the shadows strong
Walk through the fire (walk through the fire)
Through the dust and ashes
While the building crashes
Walk through the flame (walk through the fire)
Lion show no sign of fear
Walk through the fire (walk through the fire)
Through the dust and ashes
While the building crashes
Walk through the flame (walk through the fire)
No time for doubt or caution
Taken by the strong emotion
Walk through the fire (walk through the fire)
No trace of indecision
Lion hold his vision clear
(walk, walk, walk)
Walk through the fire (walk through the fire)
Walking in the path of angel
Walk on down below, walk on down below
Walk on down below, walk on down below

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Flower Buds-Skylar's Story

She said:

'I live sometimes on the Bitter Edge
and peer out,
stretching my arms;

I'll never really jump
but
the abyss below
excites me.
Then
I withdraw
retreating from the Leap
to be
that quiet me,
reserved.

I live sometimes and sip
hatefulness
because I have become used to it;
It's my familiar brew.

I am sometimes all alone;
its part of my identify now.

I wonder tremblingly
how I can re-trace
my steps
back to what
some have
called my Old Happy Self.

The Edge is pain.
I understand it's so;
so pain now seems stronger
than that scant happiness in my past.

This war rages;
Edgeness and Past Happiness
both ooze into my consciousness
at odd hours.
I feel them in the 3am Struggle Hour

where Edge makes the surge
and Happiness cowers
where Happiness sometimes
dissolves
surging Edge demons
who sulk and retreat
making promises
next night to be
again in the Warring Mix.

So I will sit here metaphorically
and see the blood
dripping free-
dripping into that crimson abyss
that so attracts me.

He said:

Is it fear that grips you;
that prevents you from
backing away from the Edge
that harms you.?

Where are you in the War For Your Soul?
You are the third factor
which could prove decisive.

You are not the Edge or the Happiness;
you are the human who can direct
the ebb and flow.
You are the Captain of your own Soul
not the cork floating.

suppress the urge to cowardice
and say:
I really prefer to stand on
a Happy Path;

because you know
you will not
find Light in Darkness.

He said:
Dark is a branch-less tree
solo standing
in a waterless sea;
it has no roots;
its a single barren pole
silhouetted against gray sky;
but add just a little light beam
and flower buds peek out
their little heads
and ask which direction to high sky;
don't tell them to go back down
to Dark Ground
they are buds
and they need light.

So do you.

Do this over and over again
til one day
you'll be Dark only sometimes;

but most times
you'll learn to walk in the Light,
little flower buds
at your feet.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Walking On The Moon

Giant steps are what you take
Walking on the moon
I hope my legs don't break
Walking on the moon
We could walk forever
Walking on the moon
We could live together
Walking on, walking on the moon
Walking back from your house
Walking on the moon
Walking back from your house
Walking on the moon
Feet they hardly touch the ground
Walking on the moon
My feet don't hardly make no sound
Walking on, walking on the moon
Some may say
I'm wishing my days away
No way
And if it's the price I pay
Some say
Tomorrow's another day
You stay
I may as well play
Giant steps are what you take
Walking on the moon
I hope my legs don't break
Walking on the moon
We could walk forever
Walking on the moon
We could be together
Walking on, walking on the moon
Some may say
I'm wishing my days away
No way
And if it's the price I pay
Some say
Tomorrow's another day
You stay
I may as well play
Keep it up, keep it up

song performed by by Sting
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Sub Culture (Razormaid!)

I like walking in the park
When it gets late at night
I move 'round in the dark
And leave when it gets light
I sit around by day
Tied up in chains so tight
These crazy words of mine
So wrong they could be right
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't show off without someone else
In the end you will submit
It's got to hurt you a little bit
I like talking in my sleep
When people work so hard
They need what they can't keep
A choice that leaves them scarred
A view without a room
Unveils the truth so soon
And when the sun goes down
You've lost what you had found
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't show off without someone else
In the end you will submit
It's got to hurt you a little bit
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't show off without someone else
In the end you will submit
It's got to hurt you a little bit
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't show off without someone else
In the end you will submit
It's got to hurt you a little bit
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone

song performed by by New Order
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The Laurustinus

Fair tree of winter! fresh and flowering,
When all around is dead and dry;
Whose ruby buds, though storms are louring,
Spread their white blossoms to the sky.
Green are thy leaves, more purely green
Through every changing period seen;
And when the gaudy months are past,
Thy loveliest season is the last.
Be thou an emblem - thus unfolding
The history of that maiden's mind,
Whose eye, these humble lines beholding,
In them her future lot may find:
Through life's mutations may she be
A modest evergreen like thee;
Though bless'd in youth, in age more bless'd,
Still be her latest days the best.

poem by James Montgomery
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Lightning

(chorus)
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
They say lightning, they say lightning
Lightning never strikes twice in a row
Generations, generations
First they fight and then they forget
What they were fighting about in the first place
Here it comes, the big explosion
Havent I seen that once before
Or is it just some deja vu
Just some long forgotten dream
Just some silly memory
History does not repeat, it never, never does
(repeat chorus)
(bridge)
I should know
Ive been hit three times (or was it four? )
Im a walking testimony
Come here, look at these holes
Im a walking testimony
Just look at these holes, look at these holes!
Generations, generations
Fathers never teach their sons
And grandpa never talked to them and so on
Memories are inconvenient
When theres lessons to be learned
That just might rock the boat too much
Cause anxiety and such
We cannot walk without our crutches
We cannot walk, we cannot walk, we never, never could
(repeat chorus and bridge)
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
They say lightning, they say lightning
Lightning never strikes twice in a row

song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Walking On The Moon

Giant steps are what you take
Walking on the moon
I hope my legs dont break
Walking on the moon
We could walk forever
Walking on the moon
We could live together
Walking on, walking on the moon
Walking back from your house
Walking on the moon
Walking back from your house
Walking on the moon
Feet they hardly touch the ground
Walking on the moon
My feet dont hardly make no sound
Walking on, walking on the moon
Some may say
Im wishing my days away
No way
And if its the price I pay
Some say
Tomorrows another day
You stay
I may as well play
Giant steps are what you take
Walking on the moon
I hope my legs dont break
Walking on the moon
We could walk forever
Walking on the moon
We could be together
Walking on, walking on the moon
Some may say
Im wishing my days away
No way
And if its the price I pay
Some say
Tomorrows another day
You stay
I may as well play
Keep it up, keep it up

song performed by by Police
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A Stone Garden

in the middle of this
garden there are two rocks
one is smaller

around them are
pebbles and some scattered sands

what you plant here is
the seed of silence

tomorrow when you come back
you shall know what are its fruits

its leaves are not green and its
roots are for your liking

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On The Old Dirt Road

Writers: leo sayer & frank farrell
On the old dirt road
Without a care
Gotta sixpence in my pocket
Oh Im a millionairre
Oh and I would do anything to go back there
On the old dirt road
Oh my brother and me
We make a mess all weekend
Till sunday eve
Oh and I am travelling through the past
Oh and I can see myself face to face in the looking glass
Playing in the dust
I havent got a care
And nobody makes a fuss
cos theres no one there
On the old dirt road
I got no name
Build a castle wall
Knock it down again
Oh and I am a child again
Oh and I dont need to pretend
Oh I hear you cry
Go back to sleep
But I cant make it stop
cos its not a dream
Playing in the dust
I havent got a care
And nobody makes a fuss
cos theres no one there
On the old dirt road
Im a millionairre
Gotta sixpence in my pocket
Havent got a care
On the old dirt road
I aint got no name
I build a castle wall
Knock it down again
Oh and I would do anything to go back there again
Oh and I -- Im a child again

song performed by by Leo Sayer
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I Want You Back

Writers: leo sayer & albert hammond
You know I thought I could live without you
I thought I could get along
But I never realized that I could be so wrong
Was I a fool to leave you
Or was I a fool to let you go?
Doesnt seem to matter much now baby
I should have never let you go
I want you back
I want you back
And I will never stop until I got you back, aah, aah
I wander the road where we used to walk
And lotsof people pass by
They all look like theyre in love
Everybody but me
I see your face in the crowd
I hear your voice everywhere I go
And when I turn around thinking youve come back
Ah, youre never, never, never there
I want you back
I want you back
And Ill keep on searchin until youre really here
I want you back
I want you back
And I will never stop until the love Ive got
Is back in my heart to stay
I want you back
I want you back
And Ill keep on searchin until the love I got
Is back in my arms until I got you back
I want you back
I want you back
And Ill never stop until the love I got
Is back in my arms until I got you back

song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Breakin Up A Happy Home

(dennis lambert & brian potter)
If we fuss and we fight
Why do we have to do it every saturday night?
We can act for our friends
But why cant we face each other when the masquerade ends?
Well now, I dont know whats happening
I cant tell just whos to blame
But two forgiving people
Could be so in love again
Stop! were breakin up a happy home
Oh darlin
Stop! cause I never was much good alone
Sweet baby
Oh, dont turn your back and walk away
Dont do it, no
Stop! were breakin up a happy home, yeah
Its a game no-one wins
Trying to hurt each other with those needles and pins
I cant go back, cant go on
But somehow I know the feeling isnt totally gone
Oh, theres so much love between us
That were so afraid to show
Its been keeping us together
But for how long, I dont know
Stop! yeah, were breakin up a happy home
Oh darlin
Stop! I never was much good alone
Listen baby
Ooh, dont, no, turn your back and walk away
Dont do it, oh stop
Stop! were breakin up a happy home, yeah
Ooh
Stop! stop! dont break it up
Stop! stop! dont break it up
Gotta be another way we can try
Stop! stop! dont break it up
Stop! stop! dont break it up
I dont wanna hear you saying goodbye
Oh baby, sweet baby, ahh, yeah baby, ooh baby

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Daydreaming

Can you hear my heart
Pounding against my chest?
Every time I see you
I swear my heart will burst.

You see me, invisible
I see you, outstandable
Walking past me in the halls
Going to class to class.

You are so cute
Just when you smile
Please turn around and say 'hi'
Just a sign you notice me.

Many distractions through out class
One major one is you
My stories and my thoughts
All roots lead back to you.

Oh well for now
I'm stuck daydreaming.

poem by Mariah Simpson
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Words Like Pebbles

Words like pebbles
Thrown down a pond
Will cause some ripples
That go around.

Words like pebbles
Never come back
They sink in people
That they attack.

Words can create
A thousand circles,
Pain resonates
As hurts unfurl.

Words released
Like pebbles drown;
The friendships cease
As they go down.

Hold your words
Hide your pebbles
You cannot afford
To cause the ripples.

The pond is calm
So be blessed
Be friendship's balm
Speak what is best.

'Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise
brings healing.'
Proverbs 12: 18
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Written May 11,2009 Tarlac City Philippines

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Atomic Insanity Bomb

America, we're drained of enthusiasm for you
America, why this meaningless war?
America, you are no longer beautiful
America, when will you see the light?
When will you call peace and dance and sing
When will you look in the mirror
and see the menace you have become?
When will you read the philosophies of God
that say Thou Shalt Not Kill?
America, when will you open your eyes?
America, why do you dye the shores red?
Why are the guns loaded with skulls?
Why do you leave your brothers behind
To charge bull-like at a cloth too large for you?
America, why are you putting a gun to your head?
America, stop killing me I'm not
Innocent, not Guilty
AMERICA STOP PUSHING!
America don't liberate me I'm already independent.
America I refuse to give up my rights
I refuse to give up others' rights
America don't reject your own
America the HATE is growing
They're rising up growing
America, let the prisoners go
The scholars of war in peace in hate in freedom
The Ginsbergs and Kerouacs and Dickesons and Whitmans
Of generations past
Free the ones whose philosophies peace it together
America your war is at home
America what is your motto?
Mission is not accomplished
It has just started.
America you have life to give,
not take away.
America, you deserve this war
America, my love for you is gone
America, monster, stop your screaming slashing rage
Look into your past
America LEARN from your mistakes
America, make it continue
AMERICA MAKE IT STOP

poem by Lex Newman
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* * *

in this life
there will be more questions than answers
everything seems to start with a what
followed up with when
and where but the most intriguing of course,
that which is unquenchable
that which demands the intervention of some
divinification
is the.....why?

so it is common: why me? why me?
why this? why did this happen to me?

fly to this world like a bird and gather the leaves
of whys
or just see them
they are like dusts, like sands of the shore, they are like
the particles in space, some meteors that they shoot
some planets unrevealed
some other galaxies unknown to us,

why? why?
it goes back again to why, it is true, this world is filled more
with questions
and the answers are getting less and less credible,
somehow others have given up the quest for answers
drowning in wine
and drugged themselves to this puzzle, this confusion,
this unknowables,

it is true, there must be a reason why,
we demand an explanation for the whys in our lives,
but then think somehow,

who are we to ask why?
we must go back to the basics of what, again for another start.

what are we? who are we?
we are but specks of light in the ocean of space
we are but the pebbles of the great rock
we are but fine granules of sand in the shore of this great universe.

i, think, let us be humble enough
to bow our heads, then look to the skies with awe and wonder,

then wait for a while
till the right when comes, then let us ask, why?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Home Is Where My Heart Is

my home is where my heart is.

the white furniture are the veranda
the black umbrella at the side of the door
the green grass the lush trees
the pathway filled with pebbles
the ceiling with a fan
the stairs without dust
the railings with shellac
mahogany smell of walls
the well at the backyard
the smell of bacon at the kitchen
scrambled eggs and fresh milk
every morning
the smoke rising to the roof
of white steam rice

mother calling us all
and father waiting
praying for grace
and then this hearty meal

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And So Am I To You

drought is here
river beds are drying
plants are wilting
trees are shedding off all leaves
they all look like
skeletons and skulls

there are dusts everywhere
roaming clinging leaving
blown by the strong winds
from the desert

please make the rain
bursting
water the earth
cracking
fill in the gaps
and the holes

shower this thirst
fill this hunger
give back life....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Willow Tree

Let me be your weeping willow tree
Surround you with my long limbs
My dear, let me grow in the shade
In the sands by the bank of your river
Let I drink from your streams
The cool breeze fill my leaves
We will sing together
Water over the pebbles
And Ill be by your side forever
I wish I was a weeping willow tree
I wish I was a weeping willow tree
I wish I was a weeping willow tree
Sweet river caress how softly
Stir my searching roots
Shading the sun in the summers heat
Let I cool you
We have been dancing so long
In the winters freeze and the summers drought
We survive
We belong
Let us sing together
Water over the pebbles
And Ill be by your side forever
I wish I was your weeping willow tree
I wish I was a weeping willow tree
I wish I was a weeping willow tree
Let us sing together
Water over the pebbles
And Ill be by your side forever
Let us sing together
Water over the pebbles
And Ill be by your side forever
We can sing together
Water over the pebbles
And Ill be by your side forever
Let me be
Your willow tree
Your willow tree

song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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