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Cleansed Heart

as we mellow
down into a gracious
ripening

gentle now in our
mature
dispositions

we say we know
what passions are

surges of overflowing
water

tsunamis of our
youthful days

we learn somehow
that we must guide
these
outbursts
in the winding labyrinths
of calmness
until it rests in
the basin
of rest

slowly
we touch each stormy
vein
gently pressing
like
a gradual
understanding
of that
healing
resolution

a moment indeed
which is now properly
illuminated

shadows gone
fears melting

inside the
newly cleansed
corner of
the heart

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm very happy that I've found you (edited version)

loving you from a far is a wonderful feeling
like coffee fumes, like shadows melting in moonlight
luminous clouds reflected on the the river
night rain slowly pouring in my heart

i learned to close my fingers
though compulsive at times i have decided to open them
conquering the cowardice hidden inside my palms
i have scattered my glimpses just to win you back
in the embrace of my loving arms

i learned to accept defeat
and then you cherish me with the calmness of your heart
your strong soul showed its cares
you have carried my emotional luggage

as the night fades away
as the high tides of the water subside
slowly my life too changes
now i am feeling great
it is you inside my heart that guides me
as i trust you from the beginning of my age

my heart has become one bottomless sea
the happy moments still stay in my mind
and from day to day i keep on loving you
my darling this will be forever.....

poem by Antonio Liao
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Torn Soul

we were never much we were just freinds we had feelings for each other i sayd i love u and u said the same to me we said we'd always be close and nothing would ever sperate us then outta the blue u met sumone he loved u and u loved him and then u slowly forgot me ur once good freind u went on and on and met others and slowly forgot bout me i was out of the picture inside over time my insides feel like they are melting away and slowly get ripped asunder i dont complain cuz i know one day ull come around and say hi and see me and like days of old we'll be catching up on on old days and i know that if u should not do that my heart slowly beats less and less and inside my soul gets torn and shredded into little bits of nothing.

poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Shadow Of The River

As I look around under the shady trees breezy atop the river
Even as the shadows of the tree are seen in it like a mirrror
My curious nature got more of me as i ask myself where is the shadow of the river?
Why does it create shadow for other nature like itself and keep its own shadow hidden?

I said to myself as I look into the river, a glared around into the forest and its horror
And it becomes clear to me that Even the river brings calmness to evil wherever it finds itself.
So i found my answer.
The shadow of the river is in its calmness, the gentle flow that puts your heart to rest even when it overwhelms you.
Its contradiction to body temprature and yet so agreeable.
Under the shady leaves and the calmness around, i have found the shadow of the river.

poem by Yewande Adedokun
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A Brand New Day....

THAT feeling that you are nothing
we must admit, comes in a while
like a drought in April,
you feel like a Sahara though you have never been there
but it is more real
that dryness of the river of the soul
that runs without a water
winding its way into the labyrinths of your heart
you feel like hanging yourself upon a tree and
saying: this is it
i am swallowed by the mouth of emptiness,
on the other hand, in time you come to your senses
imagining the gardens, and lakes and mountains
the youthful days with friends
as though you wake up from a deep stupor with
the sleep inducing drug
you pinch yourself, ' i am still alive
and there is still a use for my hands and
the whole body'
you open your eyes to see the morning light.

it is a brand new day. it is. it really is.
why must emptiness carry you as though you are a powerless piece
of floating paper in air?
damn it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The World and You

there is always something to say
about it
words cannot enclose it
it is beyond
spelling
it is beyond utterances

it is what you feel
inside that keeps on sound and
resounding
and your tongue merely repeats
it and transfers it to your
lips

hence the speaking
and you keep on saying it over and over again
because
it is never heard
because it never arrives
at the chamber of understanding of the heart

such is your pain
that you keep on saying because you have never fully
resolved it

time is you patient teacher
it is the silence that it preaches
its home is always the
calmness
the plenitude of
solitude

the consciousness that there is only you
in this universe
in your hands is the future
in your mind is the moment
in your heart always the understanding
that there is no other you
except yourself

the world is so calm
it is listening to your qualm.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just Breath

Under every puddle of water there is a wet spot
That was once dry
For every keyhole theres a key
Unlocking treasure inside
every heart that starts bleeding
was once a heart full and whole
And closed mouths don't get fed
Nor do fools with no hope
Around every corner is another corner
That will continue to lead you where you go
breathing is the bridge between body and soul
and understanding is to know
so just breath

poem by Chip Reed
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Pressing On

Well Im pressing on
Yes, Im pressing on
Well Im pressing on
To the higher calling of my lord.
Many try to stop me, shake me up in my mind,
Say, prove to me that he is lord, show me a sign.
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within,
When whats lost has been found, whats to come has already been?
Well Im pressing on
Yes, Im pressing on
Well Im pressing on
To the higher calling of my lord.
Shake the dust off of your feet, dont look back.
Nothing now can hold you down, nothing that you lack.
Temptations not an easy thing, adam given the devil reign
Because he sinned I got no choice, it run in my vein.
Well Im pressing on
Yes, Im pressing on
Well Im pressing on
To the higher calling of my lord.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Burning Desire

Will you love me now as you did before
in your youthful days?
Can you will yourself back to them
and show me all the ways
you would shower me with your love
and never let me go?
Or are they forgotten now, my love?
Is there just the afterglow?

Youthful days and youthful ways
are intoxicating fire.
All you have inside of you
is uncontrollable desire.
You know nothing else.
You'd rather not.
You think to yourself
'My blood runs hot.'

Is it possible to stoke that fire anew
or is that just a dream?
For me, my answer's simple.
My heart is still the steam
that showers my thoughts of only you
and gives me what I need.
My youthful ways that are still alive
makes my heart to bleed
for you.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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To mother with love...

An angel thou art
Beauty personified
Those gentle fingers
Those soulful eyes

A smile so gorgeous
A touch so soft
A prayer on thy lips
And answers aloft

Thy kiss so loving
Thy love so pure
Our pain in thine eyes
Thou so bravely endure

And a hug so warm
And a faith so deep
And a whisper to god
No fears to weep

And a life so unconditional
And a caress to assure
Of thy love and thy being
Of those unpaid gifts galore

A balm for each heart
A kiss for each tear
Our gift from heaven
To shield each fear

Then why do we hurt thou
And make thy cry
So ruthless, so cruel
But still not a sigh

And yet thy loves
And yet thy cares
And hopes and wishes
And add us to thy prayers

Oh, why art thou so gentle
Oh why so kind
Thou could go so much further
And leave us all behind

Holding my hands so gently
Thou then doth sighs
With that twinkle so lovely
In thine lovely eyes

Thoust uttered not a word
And yet said so much
Those gentle eyes told it all
Along with that gentle touch

And so thy stand
My mentor, my guide
To lead us all to eternity
My mater, our pride.

poem by Aashi Joshi
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The Healing Game

Here I am again
Back on the corner again
Back where I belong
Where Ive always been
Everything the same
It dont ever change
Im back on the corner again
In the healing game
Down those ancient streets
Down those ancient roads
Where nobody knows
Where nobody goes
Im back on the corner again
Where Ive always been
Never been away
From the healing game
Where the choirboys sing
Where Ive always been
Sing the song with soul
Baby dont you know
We can let it roll
On the saxophone
Back street jelly roll
In the healing game
Where the homeboys sing
Sing their songs of praise
bout their golden days
In the healing game
Sing it out loud
Sing it in your name
Sing it like youre proud
Sing the healing game
Sing it out loud
Sing it in your name
Sing it like youre proud
Sing the healing game
Sing the healing game
Sing the healing game
Sing it in your name
Sing the healing game....

song performed by by Van Morrison
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On The Surface Of Impenetrable Things

once when young
i played on the skill of my hands
to touch
what others dare not,

fire
and heat and cinders
and flints and
glints
and bubbling water
and sparkles of wine
fermenting
anger

age has given
a tray of pain
a glass of bitterness
a pail of failures
and the mind mellows down
too slowly like
a fruit ripening
gently

there are bottomless abysses
deep wells unreachable
by the longest rope
there are dark holes
and blunt corners
there are ocean floors
without names

and then the time has come
not for surrender
in the hopelessness of it all
it is the time for the quieting of
the rage
the stilling gesture of nature
that somehow
things at the right time open themselves
like arms wanting to embrace you
the secrets revealed
the understanding as wide as space
as deep as the edge of this
mysterious universe

always at the right time
always shall the proper season come
soon, soon....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The River Inside

I stand here still silent amongst you all
Yet within a river I hid while I stand tall
Within a deep stormy rapid river whirls
Carrying my emotions my insides hurls
Crashing water made of my inner tears
Carrying my stresses, hurt and fears
The surrounding rocks slowly in my pain
Are carved deep ground eroded away
And when there’s a sudden influx of pain
My inner river tries to keep it hidden in vain
Then the storm grows, the river does swell
Rushing cracking into the air as inside fell
Releasing the pressure its water must drift
Slowly, it trickles tortured down a vertical cliff
Water falling as jewel petals from a magic rose
These glistening inner tears that nobody knows

poem by Micron
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The Sabbath Stones

Fire and water, wind and rain
Wings that carry hell in every vein
World possessions, endless taers
Truth and knowledge stolen all their years
World turns slowly, sun dont shine
Silence stills the air and kills the chime
Words are poison, passion bleeds
2000 years on earth has sown the seeds
The time of dreams has turned
The night is gone and light shines on
Where darkness once would hide
With spirits high, our fears were born
Receiver of light, the kingdom of God will guide you
Keep you from a restless heart
Deceiver of night, the stranger that laughs
Within you, the reason for the restless heart
Is the keeper of the sabbath stones
Fire and water, wind and rain
Wings that carry hell in every vein
World turns slowly, sun dont shine
Silence stills the air and kills the chime
Can faith destroy desire? each breath a prayer
Each step brings fear
The eyes of they that see have evil stare
Watch over me
Receiver of light, the kingdom of God will guide you
Keep you from a restless heart
Deceiver of night, the stranger that laughs
Within you, the reason for the restless heart
Is the keeper of the sabbath stones
And hes the keeper of the sabbath stones
What God is this that stands to hear his people cry?
What hand would strike and watch his people die?
What life that takes, what future did we earn?
Its our mistakes, take heed the sabbath stones
What life that takes what future did we earn?
Its our mistakes

song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Your Tender Touch

Your Tender Touch

your tender touch
reaches this very soul
thirsting and burning
the desire to be with you
and just to be with you

even in my wildest dream
your tender touch
melt my heart and piercing
the very core in me, leaving me
crazy, and so madly in love with you

gazing into your eyes
your hands softly caressing
this body, swaying and swaying
as we gently move into one direction
breaking the silence and stillness of the night

just hold me and caress me
your tender touch melting me again
the fire of our love will always be burning
our one in a million dreams we shared
engulfing in our embrace so sweet..so gentle

poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Peace Like A River

My peace is like a river
Winding slowly to the sea
My heart is deeper than the ocean
Filled with love He gave to me

Oh love that knows no ending
Rise up and set me free
I shall sail forever on this ocean
Forever, ever closer unto thee

Fill my sails oh precious Jesus
Wind of the Spirit propel me on
Over seas of tranquil beauty
To the horizon and beyond

I have sailed through stormy waters
When all my days had turned to night
I have sailed though windless days
Often tempted, tired, and no more fight

Sometimes the sun it seems to set
And we fight the rising tide
Of fear and darkness and regret
Yet thou art always by my side

So sail on my heart, to journey's end
Sail on into the night
And neither wind nor rain nor stormy seas
Shall diminish the morning light

poem by Frank McEleny
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Tai Chi.

Tai Chi is a mixture of meditation and slow movements
Teaching us patients, calmness and persistents.
Adding some of the TAO's teaching,
It can bring flexibility, strength and well being.

Personally I choose this kind of activity,
Which calms the mind, the body & make ready for eternity.
Gently healing all organs & muscles what I have in & outside,
Going through this existence we need such a guide.

Anyway, according to the old masters teaching
Our bodies are the temples of God, our duty is caring.
We must take the best care as long as we are here,
Never abuse it, then to the Truth we will be near.

poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Healing

I'm still healing, I'm still dying.
I'm still healing, I'm still nothing.
I'm still healing, I live alone.
I'm still healing, my eyes see shadows.
I'm still healing, I love no one.
I'm still healing, I'm finally dead.

poem by Jill Laughlin
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As You Shine

As you are a rain dropp upon a dry leaf
As you are a snowflake upon a window seel
Every day not one day not two days
Your smile and beauty forces me to kneel
As You Shine

As you speak with a mellow voice
As you laugh with a jovial heart
This guy can only dream endlessly
Of how blessed he engulfs this Mozart
As You Shine

As you are a diamond outside of the rock
As you are a gem inside the vase
Time only enhances your charm
Your wisdom Your patience with a mesmerizing base
As You Shine

As you work with boundless energy
As you mentor with overflowing love
You are always visible to see
So visible like a soothing, peaceful dove
As You Shine

As you are a spoiler to the unspoiled
As you are a protector to the unprotected
Your melting hug and comforting presence
Conveys all the admiration to be detected
As You Shine

As you open your hands to hold
And you open your eyes to go
Just remember…”Ever and “Ever
I LOVE YOU SO, SO, SO, JUST
As You Shine

poem by Timothy Brashear
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Healing Art

Learn more about the healing art
Like sympathy and care and kindness of heart
Because that is what makes you calm
And work just like the healing balm
And help in healing your wounds and pain
That you feel due to the absence of fain
Because paths of joy are really very few
That color your life with lively hue
So try to remember and keep this in mind
If you want others to be sincere and kind
Then learn more about the healing art
Like sympathy and care and kindness of heart.

poem by Seema Chowdhury
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What Do I Know......what You Do Not.

i know the spring.
i have traced the source of this water
that i drink everyday
that which gives me
inspiration because all my veins
let through the blood

and the water seeps through
the softness of my skin
the labyrinths of my intestines

i know spring
the source is here
not in the heart where drought
lies, not in the convolutions of my brains
where confusion reigns at times
overpowering the stillness of
my secret pond,

on the darkness of my night
i know the source
it is not evil, it does not have horns
but there is fire that burns me
like a bush and i am
unconsumed
it is eternal
not this damnation that kills the lives
of those who remain to be alone
in their messy rooms
on their windows that do not allow
the light of the moon
the advices of the breeze
the comforting messages of the
newly hatched eggs on the nests
of the trees

it is not in the heart
it is right here where my hands grope
for meaning
where my fingers glide
where my solitude rests
the hammock
of my humanity
as i run to and fro
because i do not want to be detached
to leave
it is here where i stay
and write some more
it is where where i do not want to be understood
by anybody
this secret pond
blind fish mute moss
bubble free
an insect with undeveloped wings
walk on the mirror
water.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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