Checkered Existences
what we always see here are blocks
blue straight lines blurring
on a crisscross of other blurring blue lines
square jawed abstracted as same squares
nothing delineated
no tendrils here just trunks and trunks
squared and
straightened with so much grief
and regret
feeling the loss of other forms and shapes
like circles or irregular patterns
of the weaknesses of humanity
(purposely you are made not to understand
the rationale for delineated patterns)
gaping mouth, shocked hairs, cut nails,
hammering screams of
abandoned children inside that egg-shelled
room
opaque, vague and begging for a clarification
he comes with a shaking shoulder and says 'You are right there is nothing
in there'
it is dark, and the world is stark
people work so hard to understand and find the reasons
ah, this arrival at nothing like the way your lover tells you
meet me there i will give you love and lots of what you desire
only to find out
'this is just imagined' a joke, a bluff, did you not know that?
the table on checkered mantel
polka dots dress of the fat spinster on the first day of the year
luck is still hoping.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Patterns
Patterns all around you
Patterns everywhere
Patterns of behavior
Sometimes seem unfair
Can you recognize the patterns that you find?
Patterns unfamiliar
Patterns lead you through (to)
Patterns of discovery
Tracing out the clues
Can you recognize the patterns that you find?
Stuck in your mind
In this land where stability is hard to find
You can rearrange the patterns so unkind
Dont bother asking why a pattern never cries
Old patterns never die they just go on and on
Patterns multiplying
Re-direct our view
Endless variations
Make it all seem new
song performed by by Devo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Polka Patterns
Everywhere, I see them there
I stop and stare at patterns
I dont care, I must declare
Ive got a flair for patterns
On my hair, the clothes I wear
My savoir faire is patterns
All I see is patterns
The patterns that repeat
Lets go into the bathroom
I know were in a room where you would not expect much math
Usually youre in here for a shower or a bath
But if you gaze upon the floor, and if youre kinda smart
Youll see the repetition is like geometric art
Wow, haha
Look
Everywhere, I see them there
I stop and stare at patterns
I dont care, I must declare
Ive got a flair for patterns
On my hair, the clothes I wear
My savoir faire is patterns
All I see is patterns
The patterns that repeat
Hey!
A polkameister like myself never has to be bored
I just grab my ax and play some patterns on my keyboard
Nows the time for earplugs if you care about your health
So stand back, everybody, Im gonna express myself
Look at this, patterns
Ive got blisters on my fingers
Woo, hey, aw, get down
Yeah, help me, somebody, woo
Still there? okay
Next time you find yourself at an exciting polka party
You can make some patterns with your feet and with your body
If you dont know the steps yet, heres the gang with all the answers
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing, the weird al polka dancers
Here they are
Everywhere, we see them there
We stop and stare at patterns
We dont care, we must declare
Weve got a flair for patterns
On our hair, the clothes we wear
Our savoir faire is patterns
All we see is patterns
The patterns that repeat
Wallpaper, skyscrapers, funny papers, patterns
Evergreens, nouvelle cuisine, human beings, patterns
Garden rakes, wedding cakes, rattlesnakes, patterns
Golden wheat, little feet, my heartbeat
I gotta stop
Patterns, patterns, patterns, patterns
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Looking and going back...
there were layers of years.
you were on one of those layers. You are blue,
a line of blueness, in between those other colors,
You are always the silent kind of blue.
They skip you and find you one of those insignificant lines.
The years pad each other like the barks of a tree.
You are one of the bold strokes now. Time does it.
They you go back to that old layer. You were blue.
You make some squeezes, and etchings on those other lines.
They squeak like rats.
You tell them that once you were there and you were the blue line.
They fully remember. But there is no difference really.
Your thinking is misplaced. You think you are different now.
No, they didn't. You finally regret going back.
You retreat once again inside the room sit on the chair.
You are a blue line. You corrugate a little bit like a magnetic ecg line.
But it will not last. You are a straight line now.
You watch TV till midnight. There is nothing significant.
You are still a blue and straight line. That you have to accept as a fact.
You turn off the TV. A nice sleep is always a better alternative.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Exhortation On Some Lines....
something is missing in your lines.
i regret to tell you that.
it does not speak well of yourself
or the world
or any moment, it is like a desert and all we have is space and
a horizon
there is even no wind to blow the sands away
i do not expect rain in the desert
but i could have seen a camel or a line of trucks or a
caravan
or even a Bedouin riding on his black horse with a scimitar
here i am again
in my worst self trying to tell you what to do so that you can be what you are
your lines are straight and too clean and that make them appear
dishonest
people love crooked lines and those that move in free directions
lines that are cold like the wind
and yet vibrant at night
not really dead, but simply grieving in silence for the loss of
someone so loved and missed.
i do not want you to change your lines, they are yours to
show,
i may be unfair wishing that your lines may be like mine
but mine are too sad and always sounding like a lover abandoned.
the beautiful lines are not clean.
they are imbued with our errors, erasures, blasting in our faces
like explosives
where shattered as we are on the fields of our disasters
only in a few seconds
we become silent spaces again.
mine are sad, and lonely and abandoned.
they are the only ones i have now, and so i must be compelled to
have them and love them
just the way they are.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There are no patterns that lasts a lifetime. Some people can't stand the floating boarders. They decide on one life philosophy and live thereafter. But I've decided not to decide. I don't know everything. I don't understand everything. Both my own and others reactions are often a mystery to me. I let it be that way, hoping that maybe, instead, I can learn to understand the pattern of no patterns.
quote by Lena Olin
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I Like The Feeling
1) I get butterflies thinking bout your smile as it surrounds me
And when you go away hours of my day go so slowly
Hoping that youll call for no reason at all just to hear your voice
When you say my name and look at me that way I dont have a choice
Chorus -
I get a funny feeling
When Im around you
I get a funny feeling
& I dont know what Im gonna do
2) patterns run so deep trick me in my sleep its happened too many times
And Im starting to doubt what it is Im all about Im always crossing lines
Life is such a dream but its not always what it seems can turn dark and blue
And even though I know I should make myself say no I cant stop holding you
Chorus -
I just like the feeling
When Im around you
I just like the feeling
Makes me wanna be close to you
Bridge -
Oooooo
3) we could kiss through the night or try to do whats right its a lonely thought
Im trying to face myself and put my ego on a shelf this is my one good shot
And you tell me its ok that youll love me either way is that really true
Need you to be my friend and have you understand that I love you, everything about you
Chorus -
I guess thats the feeling
When Im around you
I guess thats the feeling
& someday well see it through
song performed by by Zuba
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You Ask Yourself Today
we look for patterns of success
and we look at their lives
those who made it
to the top
and those who amassed what fortunes
are there
on this earth available to all those
whom you think
deserve
the efforts and strategies
the patience and hard work
you find yourself without a dime
homeless and
deprived
there are not patterns
not even luck
there are only those who are there and do nothing
and yet they get all
fame and glory and fortune
you ask yourself today
what have i done to deserve all these?
God has no answer.
kneel and just pray.
Your fate will always be yours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Patterns
we look for patterns of success
and we look at their lives
those who made it
to the top
and those who amassed what fortunes
are there
on this earth available to all those
whom you think
deserve
the efforts and strategies
the patience and hard work
you find yourself without a dime
homeless and
deprived
there are not patterns
not even luck
there are only those who are there and do nothing
and yet they get all
fame and glory and fortune
you ask yourself today
what have i done to deserve all these?
God has no answer.
kneel and just pray.
Your fate will always be yours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Scribbling Some Lines
scribbling some lines
forms of escape from
traps and grills
lines that give us wings
to fly
lines that give us claws
to defend ourselves
lines that shall make
us understand
what knots are there
that we cannot untangle
but sometimes i go within
and inside myself
i say: what for? does understanding
untie the knots that entangle us?
my friend, there is no need
to understand
no amount of understanding
can set us free
just go, walk, and talk
and take your time
comfort yourself with
a little drink
a little smile
a little rest
a little of everything
for soon
just like anything
everything puffs out
and becomes
over.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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in God's mercy
we look for patterns of success
and we look at their lives
those who made it
to the top
and those who amassed what fortunes
are there
on this earth available to all those
whom you think
deserve
the efforts and strategies
the patience and hard work
you find yourself without a dime
homeless and
deprived
there are no patterns of success
not even luck has a map
there are only those who are there and do nothing
and yet they get all
fame and glory and fortune
you ask yourself today
what have i done to deserve all these?
God has no answer.
kneel and just pray.
Your fate will always be yours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dark Blue By Jack Mannequinn
I have, I have you breathing down my neck, breathing down my neck
I don't, don't know what you could possibly expect under this condition so
I'll wait, I'll wait for the ambulance to come, ambulance to come
Pick us up off the floor what did you possibily expect under this condition so
Slow down, this nights a perfect shade of
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room while I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning and burning down
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room while I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning 'til there's nothing but dark blue
Just dark blue
And this flood, this flood is slowly rising up, swallowing the ground
Beneath, my feet. Tell me how anybody thinks under this condition so
I'll swim, I'll swim as the water rises up sun is sinking down and now
All I can see are the planets in a row suggesting it's best that I
Slow down this nights a perfect shade of
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room while I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning and burning down
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room while I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning dark blue
We were boxing, we were boxing the stars
We were boxing (we were boxing) you were swinging from Mars
And then the water reached the west coast
And took the power lines, the power lines
And it was me and you and the whole town underwater
There was nothing we could do
It was dark blue
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room while I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning and burning down
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room while I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning now there's nothing but dark blue
If you've ever been alone you'll know dark blue
If you've ever been alone you'll know, you'll know
poem by Joshua Burckhard
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Pigeon
I've picked up your name from the floor
and held it for long on the palm of my hand
watching it gently peck its lines
until there remained nothing not a single crumb
and your name well fed slept for a while
in lines of death in lines of life
in lines of the head and lines of the heart
in intricate patterns that sealed me for too long
there was a lullaby I wanted to sing
but I was not able to open my mouth
for fear you'll wake up and disappear
and I promised myself I would never dropp you again
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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At a Window
Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,
Shut me out with shame and failure
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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See The Constellation
I lay my head on the railroad track
Stare at the sky all painted up
Your train is gone, wont be coming back
See the constellation ride across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Two years ago moved from my town
I was looking up past the city lights
But the city lights got in my way
See the constellation ride across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Just a guy made of dots and lines
I found my mind on the ground below
I was looking down, it was looking back
I was in the sky all dressed in black
See the constellation ride across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Can you hear what I see in the sky?
Can you hear what I see in the sky?
Can you hear what I see in the sky?
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The dial-a-song version:
I lay my head on the railroad track
Look at the sky all dressed in black
Your train is gone, wont be coming back
My lone constellation rides across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made from dots and lines
Just a guy made from dots and lines
The city lights think nothings there
No real stars, nothings there
My lone constellation rides across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made from dots and lines
Just a guy made from dots and lines
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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I could only speak in the smallest, most intimate circles about the real reasons which made me undertake the changeover of the plants for certain lines of production for I had to expect that many people would not understand me.
quote by Gustav Krupp
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Blue Me
Blue me, blue me
Blue is the color
That fits best on me
Im blue
Just as blue as can be
Blue me, blue me
I cry
And I die
I lie awake at night
And I question why
Must it be
I can never be free
Blue me, blue me
My heart is heavy
But its empty inside
No one to love me
Or to lay down beside
Im blue
The queen of sorrow
Wears royal blue
My luck aint changin
Is it ever goin to
Im blue, oh Im blue
Why must I wear this robe of blue misery
Blue me, blue me
Ooh
This sad old feeling
Is breakin me down
No satisfaction with these blues hangin round
Lord, Im blue
Oh, Im so blue
Why cant I shake it tell me where will this end
When will I get out of this blue rut Im in
Oh, Im blue
Looks like the blues just took a liking to me
Blue me, blue me
Blue me, blue me
Blue is the color that fits best on me
Ooooh, Im blue
Im just as blue as can be
Blue me,
Blue me
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Out Of The Blue
Not a lot of time to think today
Its almost over now
Didnt need it anyway
Guess I knew somehow
I feel love around me
And the feeling grows
As your love surrounds me
How was I to know
That straight out of nowhere
Youd come to me
Out of the blue
Into my heart
You came to me
Out of the blue
Into my heart
Never know what life can bring your way
You never learn
Over night, from day to day
Where our loves concerned
It was so hard to hold on
But I never let go
For so long, so hard to take
How was I to know
That right out of nowhere
Youd come to me
Out of the blue
Into my heart
You came to me
Out of the blue
Straight to my heart
Ooh girl it was you
You came out of the blue
Into my heart
You came to me
Out of the blue
Straight to my heart
You came to me
Out of the blue, into my heart
Out of the blue
Straight to my heart
Ooh girl it was you
You came out of the blue
Into my heart
Out of the blue
Straight to my heart
You came to me
Out of the blue
And into my heart
Out of the blue
Straight to my heart
song performed by by Foreigner
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Fruit Fly
Left some food wrapped up
In a plastic bag
On the kitchen table
Way too long
I sat down to eat
Next to the bag
I was too tired
To throw it out
I saw a swarm of fruit flies.
I took the bag downstairs.
When I came back
They were still there.
Flying jerky patterns
Like snowflakes in the air.
Im sorry
Youve got nowhere to go
Im sorry
Youve got nowhere to go
Left straight right straight
I cant find a reason
I know Ill keep going but
I cant find a reason
Nothing looks right
Nothing smells right
And i cant land
Geometric patterns
Smearing out of control
Only have enough gas left
For the beercan to the bowl
What can you do but go on?
[repeat]
Oh no you make your own mistakes
I cannot bring them back to you.
Oh no you make your own mistakes
I cannot measure up to you.
song performed by by Nada Surf
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Still Uncertain
There are times in your life
When the puzzle pieces start to fit together
You think you understand
Can see part of the big picture
Unless
The picture changes
And something alters it
All together
There are times in your life
When you start to see
Dots forming lines
Lines coming together
Forming a picture
Unless
The picture changes
And something alters it
All together
Universes of understanding existing in
Bigger Universes
You knew the world was flat
Until
It wasn't
My understanding is so limited
I'm a slave to the comprehension of my experience
Of what I can understand
Unless
The understanding
Changes
Most of the time
It's a really strong 'maybe'
With the hope of a possibility
Some of the time
It's a definite 'no'
Though there may be hope
For a better clue
At
Times
It's tough
When all you have to go by
Is a really strong hunch
There are millions of times you...
Second
And
Third
Guess yourself
Feeling you have read too much into it
You have over analyzed it to death
Perhaps
You are just afraid of the answer
Assumptions and hunches will only get you so far
You find yourself staring at ink blots
Telling yourself you can see a picture
Forming a story
In your head..
Unless
Something
Alters it All together
So
Hints are dropped
Like morsels of bread
Trying to help you
In your lost travels
The problem lies
In recognizing them
It doesn't always happen
In a timely manner
So,
You think you understand
What you understand
What do you understand
Becomes the question
Certainty crumbles
Like sediment
As an earthquake of confusion hits you
And, now
You've thought too much
You've thought too long
So
Does that mean
The moment is over?
I'm left in a state of
Perpetual uncertainty
Hoping
One day
I'll put all the pieces of the puzzle together
The lines won't move
Ink blots will mean something
But for now
I'm left
Uncertain.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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