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Compulsive Existentialism

i want it to be
simple,
not even unique
so that
it cannot be
noticeable,
i do not want
any sophistication
or any
complication
but the more i want it to be simple
it gets more complicated
the more i put order to it
the more
it becomes unmanageable
i want to put it inside
a system
so i can easily trace and
manipulate it
but it simply has a life of its
own
and it makes its own
decisions
i want to contain it
in a box
tape it
and create a vacuum in
it
but it knows its ins and outs
and knows
how to break out from
boxes
i want to keep it
but it
knows what freedom is
it cannot be
mine
and now
outwitted
i have become
itself.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Simple Kind Of Life

For a long time I was in love
Not only in love, I was obsessed
With a friendship that no one else could touch
It didnt work out, Im covered in shells
And all I wanted was a simple thing
A simple kind of life
And all I needed was a simple man
So I could be a wife
Im so ashamed, Ive been so mean
I dont know how it got to this point
Ooh I always was the one with all the love
But you came along, Im hunting you down
Like a sick domestic abuser lookin for a fight
And all I wanted was the simple things a simple kind of life
Oh if we met tomorrow for the very first time
Would it start all over again?
Would I try to make you mine?
I always thought Id be a mom
Sometimes I wish for a mistake
The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get
You seem like youd be a good dad
Now all the simple things are simply too complicated for my life
Howd I get so faithful to my freedom? a selfish kind of life
When all I ever wanted was the simple things a simple kind of life

song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXX: Good Vs Bad

Good is always in simple mind, bad always thinks how to trick
Good is always in simple way, bad always finds the escape
Good is always in simple manner, bad always fakes to cheat
Good is always in simple purpose, bad always has a catch
Good is always in simple reason, bad always uses layered lies
Good is always in simple trust, bad always changes the side
Good is always in simple life, bad always watches his back
Good is always in simple word, bad always talks complicated
Good is always in simple fun, bad always tired to understand
Good is always in simple hope, bad always tries to control the world
Good is always in simple choice, bad always looks what’s the point
Good is always in simple act, bad always counts the advantage
Good is always in simple thing, bad always exaggerates what have been

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A sonnet for lovers

‘A sonnet for lovers’
(‘Dedicated to the one I love’)

It’s the simple things
The simple things you do
Not just the simple things
It’s the complicated things too

The simple act of holding my hand
The simple morning cup of tea
Listening to my favourite band
The complicated act of listening to me

You make it simple to love you
As simple as can be
You make the complicated act simple too
The completed act of loving me

One thing that’s not that complicated
As a matter of fact it’s simple
I love you above all others
This is dedicated to the one I love
This simple sonnet for lovers

MICMAC

poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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There Must Be Nothing Complicated

life is simple
directions are simple
up and down
left to right
the middle is there
but it is not and must not
be considered
a complication, and so is doubt
at the middle of our
beliefs and so is faith
the disregards
what should have been doubted
life is simple
like your dimple when you smile
when you see me
loving you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What I have in my hands

What I have in my hands
Are few petals

Of flowers in different colors
Some pure white, without odors

What I have in my hands too
Are little birds with some dreams

Wanting to fly to heights
Wanting to erase frights

What I have are some things plain
Something direct nothing to explain

Call them an essay or prologue to a play
No metaphors inserted nothing to display

Wisdom plain and simple
A tribute to a child’s dimple

There is no complication
There is no sophistication

Who makes them a poem is you
What makes them alive is you too

There is no other
There is no bother

There is no other who gives them a feel
Except you and one long electrical eel

What I have in my hands are all yours
They are not mine they are free they are all for free

They are meant to be
To be free for you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Simplify Life

Why do I have such admiration for complication
And seldom see advantages of simplicity?
Is it the overall fault of divine creation?
Or is there something intrinsically wrong with only me?
I've spent my life stressing and working my heart out.
Now I'm not sure I know what it was all about.

My dedication to complication brought many a reward.
I can buy whatever, but now it's the time I can't afford.
Without further hesitation this complication I must destroy.
Or I'll never have a simple, happy life that few ever enjoy!

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Simple As That

I know it isnt easy to refuse
A lot of thoughts are flying thru your head
Tell me this before you have to choose
Would you rather be alive or dead?
Its as simple as that
Would you rather be alive or dead
Its as simple as that, its so simple
It makes you wanna cry
They ask you if you wanna join in
You linger for a minute or so
Well nows a perfect time to begin
Are you gonna say yes or no?
Its as simple as that
Are you gonna say yes or no?
If s as simple as that, its so simple
It makes you wanna cry
And if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
Yes if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
Its harder when you start to get round
I want you to remember what I said
I know you never like to let them down
But would you rather be alive or dead?
Its as simple as that
Would you rather be alive or dead?
Its as simple as that, if s so simple
It makes me wanna cry
Yes if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
And if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
Would you rather be alive or dead?
Would you rather be alive or dead?
Would you?
Its as simple as that
Its as simple as that
Its as simple as that
And if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
Yes if you love your life
Everybody will love you too

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Bubblehead

Spinning on a mound of battered and rival fools, and freaks look out
We really are the same behind our smiles of plasticene
Siting on a sofa, going over catch me in your hands
Stuck inside a vacuum tube, I've lost control
I can't get out
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
No sense of gravity I'm drifting off into the heat again
Makes this river tease my paranoia bleeds inside my head
Bobbing in a submarine feels like I'm in an acid trail again
Wish that I could pinch myself and wake up from this bubblehead
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
Pull it back together, heal reflections in our broken bones
We're so ridiculous, we dress it up with smiles and frowns
Anticipating, always waiting for the weather still to shine
Gazing in a crystal to the future as we lose our minds
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
I can't break my bubblehead
I can't break this bubblehead
I can't break my bubblehead
I can't break this bubblehead

song performed by by Feeder
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Making the simple complicated is commonplace making the complicated simple, awesomely simple, that's creativity.

quote by Charles Mingu
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Making the simple complicated is commonplace; making the complicated simple, awesomely simple, that's creativity.

quote by Charles Mingus
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My Definition Of Freedom

what a simple word.
sweet to the lips yet costs to attain. Who amongst u is really free
Do u even know what it is to be free?

What is ur definition of freedom?
Is it being loose and giving ur body to anyone withiout consensus?
Then how do u percieve feeedom?
Is it despising morals, ethics, respect and correction?

Is that ur meaning of Freedom?
Let me break it down for u.
Freedom, my Freedom, our freedom. Freedom is knowing the extents to wich God went to save ur life but still have respect for humanity.

Freedom is knowing that u don live under law but grace and still cling to this grace.
Freedom is to know that ur records of wrongs have been erased but u still strive for perfecion.
Freedom, My Freedom, Our Freedom.

My freedom is not a vote.
My freedom is not a govt designed system and terminology but My Freedom is the son of God. My Freedom is he who overcame death.

My Freedom is he who was before the beggining began. Freedom My Freedom Our Freedom is Jesus.

poem by Mbaimbai Phathutshedzo
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I Promised You That We Make Love At Dawn

but then there is this poem
inside my heart
and it wants to be written
at dawn

and so i promised you
another dawn
tomorrow

you perfectly understand
my situation
it is not simple. it is complicated.
i make it complicated.

you look at it simple enough.
lack of love for you.
devotion to poetry.

and sooner, you declare a war.
an end. you write a letter telling about
the word
goodbye.

i understand it too perfectly.
we have two parting worlds now.
floating stars looking for each nest
in some other space.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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As We Grow Older

as we grow older
we give way to the new:

younger promising faces
we welcome them
and give them
a toast, a warm shake,
a sincere cheer

technologies that
we do not easily understand
yet we have to embrace
lest we be left out in the corner
of the mute and the blind
and the deaf

yet deep inside
our confused hearts
we still
keep our simple ways
our cherished loves and
human affections
our precious memories
of loves gone by
and loves forever
kept like gems
of gold and diamonds
inside our
treasure boxes

there are those
few that we do not compromise
something divine
inside our heart and mind
for without them
we are but leaves
blown easily
by a light wind

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Complicate We Simplify We Complicate

yesterday's conversation was a pendulum
of grandfather's clock
we were there swinging to and fro
it was complicated and we discussed to simplify
what was complicated that we made
so complicated.
we planted such simple seeds on the ground
time made it grow
into a vine. A squash seed growing into a crown.
A tree. A pole. A merry-go-round. A funeral.
A coffin, a carriage. A wreath.
Then back to the crown, and laurels, and trumpets.

you like a simple life, but there isn't baby.
you said you do not want to complicate.
But life has become so sophisticated and
Cannot confront simplicity with a short, concise smile.
There are tears. Rivers of tears.

You shy aways from convolutions.
But life is convoluted baby. The turbulence within that you
Refuse to state with dignity.
The storms raging inside us.
They shake us and we pretend there is none to speak?

What a mess! What a life!
Repeat it. What a life I have!

I am merry. I am happy. I am whistling. I am singing. I am dancing.
You are the newly crowned fool
of this division.

Congratulations.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Educators take something simple and make it complicated. Communicators take something complicated and make it simple.

quote by John C. Maxwell
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Sight Of The Beautiful

My God what a beautiful sight, its the most beautiful I have ever seen. My Lord it is amazing what you can created by just saying simple words. Sometimes in life things can be simple but other times there that can be a hail storm on a sunny day. Many say that life is hard and death is simple, for as life comes with complication, death comes with freedom of letting go. Oh God, My God oh is this so beautiful, beautiful the stars in the night shy, beautiful as the pillar of creation, beautiful as the earth from the moon, and beautiful as a first kiss. My God Oh God how is this so beautiful? For such simple words as "let there be" can alter into reality, what all of earth should see, something that you have created just for me. Oh God, My God I love you so, for you have showed me the way to all that is beautiful. Oh God, My God for this you are beautiful, as beautiful as a rainbow in the lunar shy, those are rare to see, but so is the one whose eyes are on the sparrow. The things make you beautiful my Lord, and your beauty keeps me going, to see tomorrow, to see another day, to see everyday, and to eventually see you. Oh God My God you created beauty in its magnificence, and you never demand anything in return, only ask to return our love by loving. For we are created by of love, out of love, for the purposes of love, and that you, nay We can not be more beautiful. Oh God My God what a beautiful sight.

poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Complex & Complicated (Life Poem)

Sophistication is the refuge of the complicated,
High maintenance, it's someone else's fault,
Infecting everyone with their little paranoias,
A black hole, taking all and giving nothing back.

Simple pleasures are the friends of the complex,
User-friendly, reliable and rather iPod-like,
Touching everyone with their magical dreams,
A desert oasis, giving all but getting even more.

poem by Ian Beckett
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You know how it is with drawers and labels in the music business. They don't want anything to be complicated. They just want it simple, as simple as possible.

quote by Mark McGrath
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Oh So Simple Question

I have a question
I have a simple thought
I am the border obsession
I am the clever, the taught

You have my aggression
You have a complication
You are an angry expression
You are the unheard conversation

We have a serious problem
Something simple yet trying
You understand, you look solemn
You know exactly what question I’m implying

Now concentrate, ask it now
Your eyes beg not to be told
Tell it now, but tell it how?
How to tell this question I hold

Wait! Look at your eyes
Now desperate to know
The question I hide
The question I knew not long ago

NO! I no longer remember
The simple question I wanted to ask
That cold day, in that snowy December
Oh how I hate this shy mask

Maybe I will once again
Think of a simple question
Whilst I walk down memory lane
Maybe, one day, you will hear my confession

poem by Rebecca Pepper
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What Happened

Words no longer come to me
As easily as they once use to.
I'm not sure if it's from a lack of passion,
Or from a life that's caused exhaustion...
Yes,
I'm tired.
I'll admit it to you today.
I feel as if I've lived so many lives..
And carried the weight of them all
In
This
one
little
Life.
No,
I'm not saying it should be easy.
But,
Why does it have to be so difficult?
I don't fit... it seems anywhere.
I can no longer be excited by
Or
About
Anything.
Is
This
really
living?
I like taking pleasure in the simple things
But, life has become so complicated.
I just want to put on a sun dress and
Run in the grass.
How strange...
I look in the mirror and no longer recognize
Who have I become?
What do I wish for?
Somewhere on this green patch
There has to be a small piece of untouched land
My solace
My freedom
My soul
Somewhere where I can forget
And
Start
Over.
Though,
I hear you can never really start over.
Where
do
I
go
then?

poem by Rabia Minhas
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