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Do Not Inhale Me

do not inhale me
for i am not a pure, clean air
filtered free
from viruses

instead just watch me
do not say any word
for i am just a blank wall

i would have like it more like a jar
emptied of its contents

but i was born a stone
and i dwell in my own silence
numb and always
unhurt as i have learned to
love it

you see there is no pain
but there is no happiness either.

and that is fair enough for me
now, look the moss is growing all around me

but i will not stop it
even with invaders i let them be

i am a stone and i am silent
i am hard and i do not move anymore.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The moss that loves the stone

It is the moss that loves the stone
Most. No matter what or when, the
Moss somehow manages to stay
Even without a why, they say.
But the moss keeps on sticking
To the body of the stone that
Keeps its nonminding stiffness.
It is cold, it is hard, it is unfeeling
At all. It is the moss that keeps its
Love. It sticks with it, rain or shine.
It rolls with it. It stays with it even
In the desert, even it if means its
Own death. It is the moss that sticks
To the stone. It is its true lover.
In the river, the water has ordered
The moss to leave. It ordered the stone
To crush it. The moss cannot be
Removed. It covered the stone.
It is loving it whole.The stone has
Become the moss, and the stone
Is gone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Stone That You Love

you are unique
for having loved a stone

how did the stone
entice you?
are you seduced by
its silence?
are you tempted by
its solitude?

you take the pain
poking the stone to
your heart
and you bleed
you rub the stone
in the skin of your body
hoping that someday
the stone may have
feelings and
love you

but this is all useless
the stone is a stone is a stone
and there is no love
in its blank stare
there is no softness in its
belly

i ponder upon this
and come to think of it
you and the stone
are the same
on this hardheadedness
this futility
this numbness
this suffering without end

the stone can never give
a part of its cracks
it will never part with its
dust

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The World Is Stone

Stone, the world is stone
Its no trick of the light
Its hard on the soul
Stone, the world is stone
Cold to the touch
And hard on the soul
In the grey of the streets
In the neon unknown
I look for a sign
That Im not on my own
That Im not here alone
As the still of the night
And the choke of the air
And the winners delight
And the losers despair
Closes in left and right
I would love not to care
Stone, the world is stone
From a faraway look
Without stars in my eyes
Through the halls of the rich
And the flats of the poor
Wherever I go
Theres no warmth anymore
Theres no love anymore
So I turn on my heels
Im declining the fall
Ive had all I can take
With my back to the wall
Tell the world Im not in
Im not taking the call
Stone, the world is stone
But I saw it once
With the stars in my eyes
When each colour rang out
In a thunderous chrome
Its no trick of the light
I cant find my way home
In a world of stone

song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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To Gather Moss And More Of Moss

to gather moss
be a stone
to gather more moss
be a very still stone
be a stone still till the end
of time

you stand still and think
you want to be the moss
rather than a stone

to be all moss
you must betray the stillness
of stone
you must even forget
the importance of
what a moss can be

then you think some more
to be completely this moss
you need to be friendly
to the water and to the river

then you decide to be the water
instead of the moss
to be more than the water
you wish instead to become the river

and so you flow and learn the rush
and become the running river
until what you want really
is just to flow
to rush and run and then
you become nothing
but the motion itself
until you are lost

and then
you become what you are now
lost but real
always flowing, rushing, running

where nobody owns you
not even the river
or the stones or the moss

you have become
this running, this flowing, this being
so real so free

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Looking For That Blackstone

the black stone is not significant
there is nothing in it that makes you be amazed
it is round and not as shiny as your gem
the diamond that glitters in your hand
the black stone when put beside
become nothing,

but it is my black stone
my silence lives there
my rage is kept there
even my love is there

how can you understand
what i am when the black stone
my essence you do not mind

it is round like the truth
it is hard and harsh like all realities
it is silent like the night
it buries itself somewhere
that place where you have never been to
it is a mere black stone
it is mine alone
i am that
black stone, but you never want to remember

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Stone

there is something about the stone
that i have been complaining
for not being able to understand
its choice to be silent
and hard
and numb and uncommitted
when it is thrown in the river
it makes no sound of protest
when it is ground
it does not scream
when the rain comes it seems
to be contented with being wet
just the same when the sun shines
and heats it
it makes no bother

until some naughty boy takes a stone
and hits my head
and when i begin to bleed
seeing the very stone used
staring at me without guilt
for any responsibility at all
on the ground
that i begin to understand all these things

what a stone is, how come that a stone shall always be
a stone
no matter what.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stone Of Sisyphus *

Tomorrow is teasing me.
Time seems to run away from the future.
But this could be that lucky day.
A dream is make believe until
Blood, sweat, and tears turn pain to will.
It's gonna take some doing for me
To show them the way.
I'm gonna take the stone of sisyphus
I'm gonna roll it back to you.
Building a wall of stone.
Sometimes you know what's right
Sometimes wrong is better than nothing.
They cast a stone so heavy to turn.
I believe in a love so true.
I believe you get what's coming to you.
We get so tired of living a dream
For some other day.
I'm gonna take the stone of sisyphus
I'm gonna roll it back to you.
Wall of stone around the two of us.
That only angels can break through.
Looks like it's another of those long nights.
Will we always be alone?
Let's not stop before it's done.
I'm gonna take the stone of sisyphus
I'm gonna roll it back to you.
I'll take the stone of sisyphus.
Wall of stone round the two of us.
I'm gonna roll it back to you.

song performed by by Chicago
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How can I ever cry again?

Cry baby, I was, and mother could not rest
Her sweet lullabies work somehow
I always stop crying when she puts me
Safe in her arms

She was always there to wipe
My tears
She was always there to assure me
Of her kisses

Somehow I got used to this crying
And it does not work anymore
To appease me
And put me to silence and sleep

You never loved me I know
My hands always reach out for yours
You closed them and open them to another
I am in pain but how can I every cry again?

When I do not have tears anymore
When crying does not work anymore
To appease me
And put me to sleep and be silent

I have learned how to be tough
I have learned this art of self-denial
This art of losing and not retreating
To always move on, & be silent and strong

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Reflection 0.2

when you arrive here
there is no stone not a single stone
there is no moss not a single hair of a green moss
then there was the pain of waiting
time is always delaying its coming
trains stopped and cars are having flat tires
but you are faithful you keep on waiting you entertain promises
like dear memories or dreams or wishes that come true somehow
and you waited for so long

now this place is filled with stones and moss grow in each body of the stone
the waters spread their territories and land is emaciated
and the house is covered with water and the roof is gone

and there is nobody here anymore and it is only i who remember you and
i tell them about you and they do not believe me

and i feel like i am a ship that just sunk.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Stone Of Sisyphus

Tomorrow is teasing me.
Time seems to run away from the future.
But this could be that lucky day.
A dream is make believe until
Blood, sweat, and tears turn pain to will.
Its gonna take some doing for me
To show them the way.
Im gonna take the stone of sisyphus
Im gonna roll it back to you.
Building a wall of stone.
Sometimes you know whats right
Sometimes wrong is better than nothing.
They cast a stone so heavy to turn.
I believe in a love so true.
I believe you get whats coming to you.
We get so tired of living a dream
For some other day.
Im gonna take the stone of sisyphus
Im gonna roll it back to you.
Wall of stone around the two of us.
That only angels can break through.
Looks like its another of those long nights.
Will we always be alone?
Lets not stop before its done.
Im gonna take the stone of sisyphus
Im gonna roll it back to you.
Ill take the stone of sisyphus.
Wall of stone round the two of us.
Im gonna roll it back to you.

song performed by by Chicago
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Empire State Human

Since I was very young I realised
I never wanted to be human size
So I avoid the crowds and traffic jams
They just remind me of how small I am
Because of this longing in my heart
Im going to start the growing up
Im going to grow now and never stop
Think like a mountain, grow to the top
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if Im not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow
Because Im not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if Im not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow
Because Im not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
With concentration
My size increased
And now Im fourteen stories high
At least!!
Empire state human
Just a bored kid
Ill go to egypt to be
A pyramid
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if Im not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow
Because Im not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if Im not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow
Because Im not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
Brick by brick
Stone by stone
Growing till hes fully grown
Brick by brick
Stone by stone
Growing till hes fully grown
Fetch more water
Fetch more sand
Biggest person in the land
Fetch more water
Fetch more sand
Biggest person in the land

song performed by by Human League
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The Stones Under My Feet

sometimes the stones amaze me
as i tread upon them
they hurt and they look at me
as though asking questions

what is it that hurts you most?
i like to answer but they are all too numb i think
to understand any word that i say

sometimes i like to hurt them in retaliation
but i know i wouldn't work
there is no way that they will say they get hurt
there is nowhere
where i can hurt any stone that i throw to the sea

a stone is gone but not forever
as though it has its own feet and comes back to me
asking the question again: what is it that hurts you most?

i know this vengeance
there is no way that i will tell them
my secret too is like a stone and it will come back to you
without any word, still, silent, sagacious.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sacrifice Of The Stone

a stone has always been a stone
numb and
silent on the side
of the pond
cool on the top
of clay

it likes it that way
no sadness
no happiness either

today
it ceases to be mindless
to the clouds
that it has long disliked

floaters
and drifters
these clouds
have always
chided his
numbness

the mosses beside
its belly
are dying of
dehydration

rain is needed
for its friends to survive
and so
here is the stone
smiling
and humble and
begging

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stone

how is it to be a stone?
how is it to be hard
and unfeeling?

how is it to be still
and immobile
rooted in
its place for years
and centuries
not growing
not speaking not listening
to the songs and sighs
of the river?

how is it to be completely
defenseless against
the moss
that invades and
covers
your body
of stone

the coldness
of the rain and
the boredom of the time
in years, in centuries?

how is it to be just being
inanimate
unmoved
untouched and
untouching?

you
you touch no one and nobody touches you
an island
of stone
you
are the stone
the rock
against
the middle
of the raging river

and i am asking all these questions to you.

oh! i am always the foolish one
petrified
facing you all day and getting
no answers

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stone by Stone

I built this wall around my heart
and stone by stone it falls apart
I built this wall to keep you out
the pain, the loss, and all the doubt
I built this wall around my heart
and stone by stone it falls apart
brick by brick it is destroyed
tear by tear i realize
but, I built this wall to keep you out
and stone by stone it fell apart
all the pain, the loss, the doubt
goodbye to that wall around my heart
for stone by stone it fell apart.

poem by Kenzie Lynn
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Stone Angel

You are the reason for my pain,
You are the reason I stand in the rain.

I wouldn't be here by choice,
But I was forced, and I can still hear your voice.

I push the memory of you away,
But somehow it always finds a way to stay.

You are the one who hurt me, who stole my rights,
And now I have to endure lonely nights.

You put me in this place,
I remember what you did, I remember your face.

And now I stand, in rain, in sun,
If it weren't for what you did, I'd run.

I'd run faster than you,
I would run until I could find away to start new.

But that would happen; I will never be able to go,
Because of you, because I couldn't say no.

But now I stand through everything like stone,
I'll always be hard as stone, I will always be alone.

You made sure I'd be alone, that I'd stay here,
But I won't show you my pain I wouldn't even shed a tear.

Yet still I shall fade,
I will crumple no matter how strong I was made.

I will fall to the ground,
I will go without the slightest sound.

And then I shall be gone, I will no longer be your slave,
But soon I will go and leave behind all the pain you gave.

You are the one, who shall hold my pain once I leave,
And you will believe what you never wanted to believe.

You will believe that I was stronger, I am stronger,
I am stronger than you, than your anger.

And with that I will crumble to your feet,
And then I'll be strong than concrete.

For then I shall be free from your,
But for you, for you it will be late.

You took everything from me,
But that's something you will never see.

I know you put me here, under all this weight,
But that doesn't mean I won't stand.

That I won't stand for who I am,
For the truth of what I am.

I stand hard as stone,
I am rock I am the unbreakable stone.

You will never break me,
Only time can, and then I will be free.

You won't control me anymore,
I will be a lion free of a cage, and you will hear me roar.

The world will hear me roar,
And then they'll know the truth, and I will be in pain no more.

But for now I know the guilt you see,
I know that you are the one who enslaved me.

Yet for now I stand tall and strong, alone,
For I am the angel carved in stone.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Existence First, Then Essence

take a stone,
from the beginning it was
a stone in form
and color and smell

and stone to stone
it shall be stone
unless you take it
in your hand
and keep it warm
in the hold of your palm
and take it home with you

you talk to it
and then it becomes
beyond itself

now
it is not just a stone
but your beloved
your lover

you will discover
that its silence also speaks
in tongues

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Silence Of Stone (revised)

take a stone,
from the beginning it was
a stone in form
and color and smell

and stone to stone
it shall be stone
unless you take it
in your hand
and keep it warm
in the hold of your palm
and take it home with you

you talk to it
and then it becomes
beyond itself

now
it is not just a stone
but your beloved
your lover

you will discover
that its silence also speaks
in tongues

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life And Death On The Stone In The Pond

on that rainy month
a stone was so kind
enough
to let the green moss
wrap its
solid body

there was
mutual bliss in
their
company
then the drought
comes in months
the river where the stone
lives
dried and
mud turned to
cracked
surfaces

the moss knows
that this happens
every year
dies peacefully
around the solid body
of the stone
like sleep waiting
for the next rain
the stone is
undisturbed

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ballad Of Sir Frankie Crisp (Let It Roll)

They say they like it, but, now in the market it
May not go well as it's too laid back.
You need some oomph-papa, nothing like Frank Zappa
And not New Wave they don't play that crap
Try beating your head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Don't have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
I hear a clock ticking
I feel the nit-picking
I almost quit kicking at the wall
There seems a confusion, under the illusion
That they know just what will suit you all
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
There is no sense to it
Pure pounds and pence to it
They're so intense too makes me amazed
Don't want no music but, they're making you sick with
Some awful noises that may get played
By beating their heads on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't no messing 'round with music
Give them the blood from a clone
Where will it all lead us
I thought we had freed us

song performed by by George Harrison
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