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Evading The Obvious

what is more obvious
is the sculpture of pain
standing in the middle of
the road
where we always pass
every morning

no one minds it
but it is there but there
are some who care
and touch the tip of the
bleeding stone

those who recognize
its existence
finally discover the
secret vein of
freedom...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Stone In The Middle Of The Road

a stone in the middle of the road
will always be a stone in the middle of the road
despite
the fact that you are reading
a comic book
whatever content you have in there
a stone will always be a stone in the middle of the road
today, tomorrow
and thereafter.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heart Like A Wheel

In the days of confusion
Youve turned angry and cold
You say its an ilusion
Theres no fire in your soul
Say you dont love me
Say you dont care
But dont leave me standing here
Your hears like a wheel
Just waiting to roll
Its longing for freedom
To get out on the road
Youre hungry for something
That you may never find
So many reasons
Your love has made you blind
You say you dont love me
You say you dont care
So dont leave me standing here
Dont leave me standing here
You say you dont love me
You say you dont care
Dont leave me
Dont leave me standing here
Life aint been easy
Full of passion and pain
Told me no reason
Why I was to blame
Dont leave me standing
Dont leave me standing
Dont leave me standing
On my own

song performed by by Black Sabbath
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As it is an ancient truth that freedom cannot be legislated into existence, so it is no less obvious that freedom cannot be censored into existence.

quote by Dwight D. Eisenhower
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Rat 2

now one can figure out
what this really means, except you
because this is exclusively for you
if you are really true
in deciphering what is missing
or what is obvious
too obvious and too wordy that you
cannot finally recognize it

but this is all about you
your shadow cast in stone
it is too small and too deceiving

i know what is that verbosity
we do it during parties and people misunderstand it
and misquote it
as the progress of the pillar
the stability of the wall
the highness of the fence

now, i give you a hint and you may not mind it
after all
your world is inhabited by busy letters
and not a syllable must be wasted

it is the message my dear
so do not accuse the messenger.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Testify

Come a little closer it's a feeling that I can't deny
I was weak, but I never thought I'd speak about the darker side
Is that a ten? I could repent on the side of the road
But, I kept on going yeah I headed for another load
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
I was laid upon the grave by a preacher's hand I cannot lie
And, I forsake many vows I made to be with you tonight
Could you be the salvation cause I never felt like this before
And, could you lend me your hand because I'm falling back on the floor
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
On a road outside of nowhere, in the middle of the night
Well I guess I hit rock bottom and the dawn was not in sight
And a Tempest made of fire, onset the sky aglow
And a sweet young thing called out my name
And this is how it goes, she says...
Choir:
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
Meatloaf: And I got down on my knees
Choir :"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
Meatloaf (over the top of the choirs last two repititions):
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Meatloaf & Choir:
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Meatloaf:
Every cut that heals reveals a scar that you can never hope to hide
All the pain that you restrain keeps building up deep inside
If you think you're above it then it's you my friend that I implore
You've got to talk before you run
See the night before the dawn
Before you pull yourself off the floor
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
Choir Singer: Up from the ground yeah, I testify
Meatloaf & Choir:
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify

song performed by by Meat Loaf
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The Red Suntan In My Wife's Garden

she keeps cutting the stalks of the red suntan
as i watch with disdain
since there will be no more suntan flowers
to view this bright morning in the garden

she notices my obvious disturbing action
and she comes with a clear reaction
saying they must be pruned regularly
for them to give more flowers for the day

it is more like the way God prunes us
albeit there may be pain and even bleeding
but that's the best way for more flowering
the secret to the blooming is in the cutting

and then i ask myself deep in my heart
i must have caused her so much pain
since she has bloomed so well in fact
like the red suntan flowers in our garden

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Depression isn't obvious suicide is

Depression isn't obvious but suicide is.
My pain nobody sees.
My my mangled body they shall see.
My head was all but a mess.
Depression overtaking me.
Suicide was to be my bid for freedom.
Becuase deppression isn't obvious but suicide is.

Depression is never obvious even when its staring them in the face.
But now suicide will be obvious how can it not?
Now my life is too much to bear.
Suicide I shall commit.
Now its obvious but its all too late.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Freedom's Finally Mine

I'm on a red dirt road winding up to a sky of blue
And I left the blacktop back about a mile or two
No more sittin' at home leave the T.V. and the telephone far behind
This life is killin' us all, back roads are lookin' mighty fine
Oh, and...
(Chorus)
Freedom's finally mine
I ain't takin' anymore
Yeah freedom's finally mine, It's finally mine
I ain't takin' anymore
Oh, freedom's finally mine
I'd like to throw out this cellular
And kick off these shop-shined shoes
Leave the kids at your mama's
And take off to Timbuktu
So give me two sets of mud-grip tracks
Leadin' off to way out back o' yonder
There's no mountain I can't climb
To satisfy this need of mine to wander
Oh, 'cause...
(Repeat Chorus)
There's no desert I can't cross
No river too wide
I can do what I want now
'Cause freedom's finally mine
(Repeat Chorus)
Oh freedom oh freedom It's finally mine, yeah it's mine
It's finally mine, yeah it's mine

song performed by by Keith Urban
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A non-stop bleeding sculpture

A non-stop bleeding sculpture,
With flesh of granofels
And veins of quartz,
Enlightening the glow of death,
Bending the seconds,
At sharp angles can create
The metamorphosed existence
Between real and unreal.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Bleeding Wrist

Another time has come
For me to cut my wrist again
You left me in the dust
Said I was cheating
But I never was
You had my only heart and
You broke it again
My wrist are bleeding because of you
You broke me down until I was nothing
More than a memory of your Raping Dream
Caught in the middle
Of a terrible nightmare
Bleeding with broken pain
Caught inside this fog of fear
Listening to your voice
Which was once soothing to me
Time and time again is but
Just now a memory
Of you and the warmth of your hands
Pain and pain
Of agony once again
Bleeding wrist of concurrent pain

poem by Tin Mouse
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Philosophers Stone

Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone
Im still searching for, searching for my home
Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the road
And my head is aching and my hands are cold
And Im looking for the silver lining, silver lining in the clouds
And Im searching for and
Im searching for the philosophers stone
And its a hard road, its a hard road daddy-o
When my job is turning lead into gold
He was born in the back street, born in the back street jelly roll
Im on the road again and Im searching for
The philosophers stone
Can you hear that engine
Woe can you hear that engine drone
Well Im on the road again and Im searching for
Searching for the philosophers stone
Up in the morning, up in the morning
When the streets are white with snow
Its a hard road, its a hard road daddy-o
Up in the morning, up in the morning
Out on the job
Well youve got me searching for
Searching for, the philosophers stone
Even my best friends, even my best friends they dont know
That my job is turning lead into gold
When you hear that engine, when you hear that engine drone
Im on the road again and Im searching for the philosophers stone
Its a hard road even my best friends they dont know
And Im searching for, searching for the philosophers stone

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Depression Is Never Clear but Suicide Is

Depresion is never obvious and clear.
But suicide is.
I told them all that I would do it one day.
Becuase my pain never seemed clear.
They can't deny it when they find my mangled body.

Then they will see
Depression is never a clear cut thing.
Depression is not as obvious as suicide.
As my bodyfloats in the air.
Tumbling towards my death.
Will they know then that this pain was real.

Will theyknowthen that mypain was true?
Will they ever know the pain ofmy heart?
But would they even care?
I doubt that they will even care.
After all who would miss a loser like me?

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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When You're Gone

Well I just cana??t seem to pity
a??Cause my hearta??s to numb to feel
And the smile does all the talking
Though the pain is all thata??s real
With the way that you keep screaming
I can hardly hear to think
And I feel the bridges burning
Underneath my feet
Where do you go, Oooh
When youa??re gone
Where do you go, Oooh
When youa??re gone
Oh, how the road feels so long
But where do you go Ooh
When youa??re gone
I just want to stay dreaming
No I just dona??t want to wake
Why cana??t we keep on sailing
Across this emerald lake
My forehead is still bleeding
From the thorns I used to wear
And Ia??m left alone and beaten
For this cross I choose to bear
Where do you go, Oooh
When youa??re gone
Where do you go, Oooh
When youa??re gone
Oh, how the road feels so long
But where do you go Ooh
When youa??re gone
Well I finally found what Ia??m looking for
Though the roada??s still long and the light is still far
But I finally found what Ia??m looking for
Well I finally found what Ia??m looking for
Though the roada??s still long and the light is still far
But I finally found what Ia??m looking for
Well the voices fall like timber
And the fear it pours like rain
And my heart is crushed to cinders
Underneath this kind of pain
Well there is no resolution
When the revolutiona??s dead
So Ia??m left with no solution
For the voices in my head
Where do you go, Oooh
When youa??re gone
Where do you go, Oooh
When youa??re gone
Oh, how the road feels so long
But where do you go, Ooh
When youa??re gone

song performed by by Hanson
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Reason

i won't touch you
i only take a look and feast my eyes on you

i know what happens when i touch you
you turn into stone and i become fire that cannot burn you

i burn all night and day because i cannot touch you
because i won't dare

i burn all of myself without gaining from this heat
i burn myself in sleep

there is reason that this fire cannot burn
it is like you it is stone

it is the only one that i can touch
the one that now i can fully trust

this stone is cold it is very cold
look at me the burning finally stopped

look at me and if you must feel me
to your hands i am dust i am ashed

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm Dying inside

I'm dying inside, crying, bleeding, screaming
but no one can tell because I keep a straight face
on the inside i feel like killing myself
i feel like i have no reason for living
like something is eating my insides
There is a voice in my head telling me to just die
That no one wants me and sometimes I feel like its telling the truth
My inside hurts they're screaming at me because of the pain
I've tried evrything but nothing works
What should I do about the bleeding that I feel inside of me about the screaming about the pain
I cant take the pain the bleeding the screaming
I must do something
I must go somewhere where the pain will go away where everything bad goes away
I know what to do but I'm scared
But the pain the bleeding and the screaming is getting worse
I do what i have to do
I take they knife and put it through my chest
I wake up and the pain the bleeding and the screaming inside me are gone
I have gone to the better place where ther is no pain
Where there is nothing that can hurt me
There is no more dying inside me
The pain the bleeding and the screaming are all gone

poem by Nicki Faith
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I’m On My Road,

I’m on my road,
I’m on my road,
To anywhere!
With never a heart,
With never a care;
Got my home;
Got my land;
Singing my song of freedom
On the road,
Somewhere!

I’ve got to walk,
I’ve got to march,
I’ve got to dare;
Under the clouds,
Looming and bare;
With my hand,
Playing a band,
Singing my song of freedom
On the road,
Somewhere!

poem by John Celes
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Stone Statue

Hear me
Feel me
Why can't you understand me
My heart is beating
My mind is bleeding
Why can't you hear me
I long to feel a touch
I'm fighting to embrace the warmth
The nectar of life
But yet I am only given strife
Why am I that stone statue
Left alone in a forgotten garden
Gravel tears do I shed
Cracks in my heart and body
They are all I feel
My concrete hands are reaching
My stone eyes are searching
Yet I am alone
The statue of stone
Forgotten amongst lifes cold road...

poem by Janelle Morehart
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Come Down This Road

Past this place in the road,
You shall see many people carying great load,
You may think to help, or just pass by,
It is up to you to know why.
Why you pass, why you stay,
But, caeful, from this road do not stray.
They shall show you how to learn how to know.
Some shall have their load taken, yet some shall never go,
The pain of it, the pain of trying.
Yet none shall know what it's like to be dying,
The laod shall never be gone, yet it could be lifted.
Each is different, each is gifted,
To your mind it is a burden, to your sould it is a part of you
You can not trade, for your soul is who you are, you can't start new.
As you travel down this road you will see,
That where it ends,
is eternity.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The Period In Your Long Sentence

there comes a point in your life
when you simply do not care

you give love and yet you still do not care
if they give you the same love in return

they give you pain and still you do not care
you have no pain to give them you have actually

nothing at that point in your life when
pain and love too become nothing at all

equate that with that point of no return when
you do not look back not even afraid that something

may turn into salt or stone you simply do not care
because there is nothing to really care because

you are nearing the endpoint of your existence and your
mind and heart are focused on that something

that you do not know but hundred percent sure that it
is something that you cannot exchange with what passed

between the grip of your hands between the hold of your
fingers: nothing snaps, something completes itself

you are full and you long for nothing anymore
'it is there! it is there! ' that is the only

proclamation. The past fades. The present shrinks.
The world becomes a period in your long sentence.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Promise (The Dolphin Song)

See them play in the moonlight, watch them dance in the sun
They're the children of freedom - every one
As they care for each other, with no question or cause
They deserve to be treasured as a source of love
In their minds there are answers, and in time we will know
What the truth is about, all we don't know
They have no room for hatred, though they've suffered much pain
From the race we call human - who are afraid of love
If I can only help to right a wrong with my dolphin song
Then I'll have done what I set out to do
If I can only make one man aware, one person care
Then I'll have done what I promised you
(Instrumental break)
Let us hope it's not too late, and that we can amend
All the pain we have suffered on a friend
We were born with our freedom, oh we were born with the truth
Then why do we abuse it, we could choose to love, to love
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song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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