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Even Without You

perhaps i have to ask myself
why i mumble
like no other restless bee
that i can be
in the twilight years
of my life

do i refuse to see light?

have i fallen in love with my
own darkness?

do i wish the blindness of
wisdom?

is wisdom blind?

is there light at the end of this tunnel?

am i in this tunnel?

i am in a room with only one window
and it faces the road
where everyone passes tonight

this is the only passage to their homes
and they simply pass by here

i make no sound
when i open these windows
when i close them
repeatedly

perhaps i exist and they know it
perhaps they only have respect for my silence

perhaps i am to blame for all these
perhaps i have chosen silence
its golden sheen
its private space

i am thinking, and that is the most important thing that is happening
in all my life

even without you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silence Is...

Silence is an absence
Silence is profound
Silence is a conversation
Being had without sound
Silence is an expression
One that cannot be heard
Silence cannot be spoken
Although it is a word
Silence is a presence
Of great nothingness
Silence can be something
And yet cease to exist
Silence can fill a room
And have no mass at all
Silence cannot be dropped, yet it can fall
Silence is a mystery
That will forever go unsolved
Silence is how every sound can swiftly be dissolved
Silence is the sound of rest
The only sound that can sound best
While other sounds can cause great pain
Silence is not the sound to blame
For Silence is what silence is
Something that is nothing
Nothing that exists

poem by Kyle.J Carruthers
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The Light

(kieran kane/emmylou harris)
I see the light
I see the light at the end of the tunnel
I see the light and its burnin bright
I see the light its the light at the end that I run to
And the light, darlin is you
In the lonely heart of darkness
I have stumbled and I have strayed
Always searchin but never finding
A ray of sunlight to guide my way
I see the light
I see the light at the end of the tunnel
I see the light and its burnin bright
I see the light its the light at the end that I run to
And the light, darlin is you
I have travelled down this highway
Of hope abandoned and broken dreams
An unbeliever my faith was shaken
By all the sorrow I had seen
I see the light
I see the light at the end of the tunnel
I see the light and its burnin bright
I see the light its the light at the end that I run to
And the light, darlin is you
And the light, darlin is you

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Lilywhite Lilith

He stands by a middle-aged woman, with a very pale skin who is quietly talking to herself. he discovers she is blind and asking for a guide. whats the use of a guide if you got nowhere to
Uot; asks rael. Ive got somewhere to go, she replies if you take me through the noise, Ill show you. Im a creature of the caves and I follow the way the breezes blow.
He leads her across the room and they leave the crowd, who dismiss their departure as certain to fail.
The chamber was in confusion - all the voices shouting loud.
I could only just hear, a voice quite near say, please help me
Through the crowd
said if I helped her thru she could help me too, but I could
See that she was wholly blind.
But from her pale face and her pale skin, a moonlight shined.
Lilywhite lilith,
She gonna take you thru the tunnel of night
Lilywhite lilith,
She gonna lead you right.
When through the door, the woman leads rael down the tunnel. the light of the chamber soon fades and despite her confident step rael often stumbles in the darkness.
After a long walk they arrive in what rael judges to be a big round cave, and she speaks a second time asking him to sit down. it feels like a cold stone throne.
Rael, sit here. they will come for you soon. dont be afraid. and failing to explain any more she walks off. he faces his fear once again.
When Id led her through the people, the angry noise began to grow.
She said let me feel the way the breezes blow, and Ill show
You where to go.
So I followed her into a big round cave, she said theyre
Coming for you, now dont be afraid.
Then she sat me down on a cold stone throne, carved in jade.
Lilywhite lilith,
She gonna take you thru the tunnel of night.
Lilywhite lilith,
She gonna lead you right.
A tunnel is lit up to the left of him, and he begins to shake. as it grows brighter, he hears a non-metallic whirring sound. the light is getting painfully bright, reflecting as white off the wa
Ntil his vision is lost in a sort of snow blindness.
She leaves me in my darkness,
I have to face, face my fear,
And the darkness closes in on me,
I can hear a whirring sound growing near.
I can see the corner of the tunnel,
Lit up by whatevers coming here.
Two golden globes float into the room
And a blaze of white light fills the air.

song performed by by Genesis
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Tunnel Of Love

Ive made up my mind
Im gonna follow
Im no longer blind
No longer hollow
Since I met you
My life is upside down
Oohh yeah
They say
Once in a lifetime
Out of the blue
Here comes an angel
I know its you
Yes Im ready to go through
The tunnel of love
Yes Im ready to be all
Your dreaming of
So I swear to you now
And the stars above
Lets walk through
The tunnel of love
I want you to know
For the first time
I know where to go
For the first time
Im not afraid
To open up my heart
Oh no
They say
Once in a lifetime
Out of the blue
Here comes an angel
I know its you
Yes Im ready to go through
The tunnel of love
Yes Im ready to be all
Your dreaming of
So I swear to you now
And the stars above
Lets walk through
The tunnel of love
Light of my life keeps
Shining baby
Light of my life
Oohh
Once in a lifetime
Out of the blue
Here comes an angel
I know its you
No one has touched me
Like you
Yes I want you baby
No one no noone have loved me
So true
Yes Im ready to go through
The tunnel of love
Yes Im ready to be all
Your dreaming of
So swear I to you now
And the stars above
Lets walk through
The tunnel of love
Ooh yeah
So I swear to you now
And the stars above
Lets walk through
The tunnel of love

song performed by by Westlife
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Chinese Wisdom

In crisis, wisdom growth,
And gained.
Intelligence endowed,
But wisdom is learned.

Wise men listen more,
Talk no nonsense.
Wise men may be learned
But learned men may not be wise.

A silent fool can pass for a wise man.
Silence is golden & wise,
Silence is the trusted friend of wisdom.

It is easy to blame our memory
when our judgment is at fault.
It takes a tree ten years to mature;
It takes a man one hundred years to form.

We grow old fast,
We grow wise slowly.
Youth can look only forward,
but age can also look backward.

Maturity and wisdom
take a lifetime to achieve.
Achieving maturity does not
Grow with age.

Wisdom grows when
Ones learned to avoid the wrongs.
Stand for the rights.

Biggest flaw of ones
Has a lot of flaws and
Not correcting them,
Not avoiding them.

Life is a learning journey
To discover who we are,
Learning as if life is
one continuous lesson.

Wisdom is attained by learning
when to hold one’s tongue.
Discretion is the trusted friend of wisdom.
A wise head must possess a closed mouth.

Compiled & adapted by Lawrence Hiung

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Suffering Is Always Personal and Better Left Unshared and Unspoken

my words are waking me up
my hand is ready, the computer beeps
i like to write an email for you

how many times shall this happen?
this urge to let you know

this morning, i again blame myself
because i can't

i am thinking of the consequences
i know how painful is it to fall
how empty can the house become
how a night without a stars can make us cry
sometimes

how the sound of the river when you walk alone
gives you the sound of the cry of the pebbles
they break their silence
they scream

for truths still untold
to rules that cannot be broken

when you enter that empty room again
a ball of silence meets you
you sit beside it
it speaks to you

this is the first time that you have seen
its nature
it is dressed with lips
and when they begin to open to about to speak to you
you close your hands
turning them into fists
and you hit your chest

and the ball of silence moves away from you
it is respect for pain
when silence pretends again that it is just a ball
and that it can go away

for men suffer all alone
on unsaid proportion
with that ability to embrace no
description

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Moon Sits

The moon sits lonely
in the darkness
searching moodily for
the leader path;
that shall be comfort
to our very lost souls
where the light of a tunnel will bring us to an opening
no one knows where she is going...

The sun taking a bath; sea gulls screech like
the lost soul
of a girl
loosing control fast of her surrondings
yet the guiding moonlight finds her back...

with an
opening of a window,
where the wisdom
stands when the sun calculates her Maths...

...and the moon shouts answers NOT obediently

yet a despair comes over like a mist
never be hopeless!
Oh my moon is that your wrath;
oh my moon is that your wrath.
Don't despair in silence
there is a guiding light
in the middle.
Oh my moon is that your wrath?
Hide your wrath -
show your light!

poem by Celine Berghmans
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Transatlantic Drawl

I was born for your magazines
For your magazines
I am trapped in the society page
Of your magazines
Of your magazines
I don't know what it means

Do you see light at the end of the tunnel?
At the end of the tunnel?
Do you see light at the end of the tunnel?
At the end of the tunnel?
At the end of the tunnel?

song performed by by Radiohead
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Our Years

the years make us familiar
it is the contempt that brings us closer
to the extent of disrespect

as i am eating my meal
you cut your fingernail
on the table
but i do not mind
precisely my thoughts are flying
like birds away
from you
the tunnel of silence without light
visible at the end

you must wonder
why my words are getting nil
and i have too
become choosy on what to say

i still have respect
for myself and will not be swayed
at telling you
the truth of how those years have
expunged
what bad taste is there
for lips which have nothing to offer
for bodies that are warm
yet devoid of love
and meaning.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silence Echos

Silence
makes my heart break
Silence
Love, does not make

Silence
Was it all just a terrible mistake?
Silence
Was love just a game, just fake?

Silence
Leaves me heartbroken
Silence
Kills he feeling behind words unspoken

Silence
has is a shield you hide behind
Silence
Guards what's on your mind

Silence
Chills your heart's sound
Silence
Love cannot silently be found

Silence
has turned your dreams blind
Silence
is darkness in which you cannot find

Silence
Crushes the hopeful feelings that were kind
Silence
Of emptiness it did remind

Silence
Silence took all I sought to find
Silence
Silence was hurtful and unkind

Silence
Will kill love before it ripens on the vine
Love will go silently
But it's lonely hurt will echo for all time

poem by James T. Adair
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As I Am...Was.

No, I don't. I could never think that.
No, I won't. I could never become that.
No, I will never be...like her...Be her..
But..
I became her and now I
And I write these through her beautiful dead eyes
She..
I..
Am a bad girl who often does good
I am a dark heart which sometimes pores light
I'm alone in a sea of blank faces
In a world of hollow graces
Loneliness walks with me all my crooked mornings
He's dumb but his lonely eyes ask me how I feel
'Lonely', I replied
No one to talk to, or who really breathes love into my heart
My heart...
Once loving, once caring, trod broken
Now dead. I'm numb..dumb, and the Crumbs you crushed over to reach your true love...
...which is never me...
Dear life, why bore me? ...inexistence is perfection
My growth left me promises
My dreams made an eagle crawl
The accidents broke my bones
The solitude broke my mind
Their words broke my spirit
As I am...I fear bringing a child into...here
I've fought life for a good life
I walk heads bowed with shame
In fear that the world's mirror reveals my sins
Well I just heard the news today
It says my life is gonna change, yay!
Today it rains heavily as it pours in May
I've forgotten if rain is good or sunshine better
July or when September ends
They all leave with their leaves
Scattered on my shattered life
Sunshine or rain, the pain remains the way
Pin drops, heart breaks, blood splashes
On a cracking ground
My heart beats no more
Stone cold, thread hold
Love walks, eyes cry, life goes on
Bad lucks, rude shocks
Went deaf, blind and dumb...faith
The tunnel flickered a light
Yay! , the end of my tunnel
He told me there's a light at the end of every tunnel
This was her...my light faith, my end trail
Yea, the train, her date with fate
The light, hope at the end of the tunnel
Wasn't light, was...but speeding of a blind train
Breaking the body of a dead soul and broken spirit
Deaf, blind and dumb...faith
Darkness, darkness, train, dead, fate.
Goodbye loneliness, goodbye world.
No I don't. I could never think that.
No, I won't. I could never become that.
No, I will never be...like her...Be her.

poem by Jenim Dibie
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The Sadness of The Empty Home

The light flickers on
Illuminates the empty hallway
The thud, click of a door in closing
Brings a silence to the room
A heavy sigh escapes
A look to the mirror sees only
Tired eyes looking back
A bag lain upon the small table
The light turned back off
On route to yet another room
Light creeps through the window
Allowing enough to see
The sound of a running tap
Filling the kettle for a final drink
Keys thrown upon a side
The clatter of cups and spoons
Then further silence
Now the creaking of a staircase
Another door opened
Another light flicked on
The curtains drawn to the world
Drink set beside the bed
The silence of the empty home
Fills the heart with loneliness
A television switched into life
Nothing worth watching
Just a sound there to fill
The silence and the sadness
Of the empty home

poem by Matthew Holloway
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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 06: Portrait Of One Dead

This is the house. On one side there is darkness,
On one side there is light.
Into the darkness you may lift your lanterns—
O, any number—it will still be night.
And here are echoing stairs to lead you downward
To long sonorous halls.
And here is spring forever at these windows,
With roses on the walls.

This is her room. On one side there is music—
On one side not a sound.
At one step she could move from love to silence,
Feel myriad darkness coiling round.
And here are balconies from which she heard you,
Your steady footsteps on the stair.
And here the glass in which she saw your shadow
As she unbound her hair.

Here is the room—with ghostly walls dissolving—
The twilight room in which she called you 'lover';
And the floorless room in which she called you 'friend.'
So many times, in doubt, she ran between them!—
Through windy corridors of darkening end.

Here she could stand with one dim light above her
And hear far music, like a sea in caverns,
Murmur away at hollowed walls of stone.
And here, in a roofless room where it was raining,
She bore the patient sorrow of rain alone.

Your words were walls which suddenly froze around her.
Your words were windows,—large enough for moonlight,
Too small to let her through.
Your letters—fragrant cloisters faint with music.
The music that assuaged her there was you.

How many times she heard your step ascending
Yet never saw your face!
She heard them turn again, ring slowly fainter,
Till silence swept the place.
Why had you gone? . . . The door, perhaps, mistaken . . .
You would go elsewhere. The deep walls were shaken.

A certain rose-leaf—sent without intention—
Became, with time, a woven web of fire—
She wore it, and was warm.
A certain hurried glance, let fall at parting,
Became, with time, the flashings of a storm.

Yet, there was nothing asked, no hint to tell you
Of secret idols carved in secret chambers
From all you did and said.
Nothing was done, until at last she knew you.
Nothing was known, till, somehow, she was dead.

How did she die?—You say, she died of poison.
Simple and swift. And much to be regretted.
You did not see her pass
So many thousand times from light to darkness,
Pausing so many times before her glass;

You did not see how many times she hurried
To lean from certain windows, vainly hoping,
Passionate still for beauty, remembered spring.
You did not know how long she clung to music,
You did not hear her sing.

Did she, then, make the choice, and step out bravely
From sound to silence—close, herself, those windows?
Or was it true, instead,
That darkness moved,—for once,—and so possessed her? . . .
We'll never know, you say, for she is dead.

poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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To HelenKeller

You lit the fire of Heaven
To gross over the wisdom of the gods
Holy wisdom and ain't holy dark
Your eyes.. whilst your heart visioned
You retrieved godliness to spark
Booming erstwhile darkness
In blind silence and silent sound
Back into its own unanswering depths
And Madam, you're the topnotch
The world with your deliverence and applicability
With your message of courage and help
Parading construed blindly in sound silence
Profoundly acclaiming 'kudos, kudos'

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Ratnakar

Blissful homes and blissful love,
The food that you ate matters to me;
And i am the one you are searching for,
But the muse of life is like your love.

He who increases the knowledge of the world increases sorrow,
But i am guiding my mind with the wisdom of your love;
And you are like my neighbour next door.

Ratnakar my neighbour is very nice and full of wisdom,
And wisdom excels folly as the light excels darkness!
But love builds up the home.

Blissful homes and blissful love,
Who plants a field and doesn't eat from it?
For i am from Papua New Guinea;
And like the days in 'Helen of Troy',
But i am here to show you my sincere love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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And Then You Wanted To Go And Leave Me Here

you come like a shadow creeping beside the twilight of my life
i wake up at dusk and hear the faint sound of hope and there

you are dressed in morning light shining upon the drapes of
my room where the windows are tightly lipped in silence

we talk like the wind getting inside a leak of my wall and we
whisper what we know from the beginning, about love and how

some of it lay broken on the road of mishaps and how some
wounds begin to know how to heal themselves and pretend that

a scar is beautiful and shiny upon a skin that knows how to forget.
i smell the skin of freedom spreading on your bosom and i touch

the scent of your hair and i begin to know what life is all about until
you know the real hour for leaving, the sunset calls you and then you

hear the song of the sea, and then you wear upon your shoulder the
wings of the seagull. You leave me and i am like a window waiting

for the white sail from the ocean its shadow getting smaller from the
horizon. And then the moon rises up with the stars lighting the darkness.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Private Life

This is my private life
I have no friends to fear
Ive got no problems no cross to bear
If you can find me
Come and get me out of here
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life . . .
These are my private things
There they are against the wall
The dirty pictures, religious objects
These are my private things
Come and get them out of here
This is my private bed
This is where I lie at night
Staring at a light bulb hanging on the ceiling
Waiting for a dream to
Come and get me out of here
Bridge
Here in my humble room at night
I often wonder what goes on out there
What makes them runs o scared
I often stare at the people passing by
But they cant see me thru my window shades
Just like Im not even there
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Theres something dangerous I like
This is my private life
I know my problems arent your fault
What I really want to know
Has it always been this way
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Come and get me out of here

song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Tonight

Tonight
Do we have to fight again
Tonight?
I just want to go to sleep
Turn out the light
But you want to carry grudges
Oh, nine times out of ten
Oh, I see the storm approaching
Long before the rain starts falling
Tonight
Does it have to be the old thing
Tonight?
Oh, its late, too late
To chase the rainbow that youre after
Id like to find a compromise
Oh, and place it in your hands
My eyes are blind, my ears cant hear
Oh, and I cannot find the time
Tonight
Just let the curtains close in silence
Why not approach with less defiance
The man whod love to see you smile
Whod love to see you smile
Tonight
Tonight
Just let the curtains close in silence
Tonight
Why not approach with less defiance
The man whod love to see your smile
The man whod love to see your smile
The man whod love to see your smile
Tonight

song performed by by George Michael
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What Drives You To The End

tears of pain and sorrow continue to fall for what seems forever
no hope of light or happiness can be seen in the distance
only the endless cutting into the heart till it is split open
little possibility of removing the cold sharp knife that cuts on
then light starts forming cracks in the endless tunnel walls
only enough light to leak hope into the dark soul but
not enough to light the tunnel so that it's possible for sight
more and more light leaks into the soal and the pain disapates
warmth and happines fills the body and soal till nothing else matters
then the shadows sneak up while there is nothing blocking it anymore
evil and darkness surrounds the light and blocks it from the sole
the light withdraws back into the cracks and leaves only darkness
darkness that fills the soal and rips up all that is good and continues
the endless dripping pain the pain that reveals that the dark tunnel will
continue on forever a choice is made and the knife is thrust deeper till
all is still and the bleeding stops all together all of it stops forever

poem by Sabrina Helphrey
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Too Much Thinking

you are like a window
half-open
still in a crisis of whether
to close
or open
or perhaps simply sifting
what wind
shall be allowed to enter
always indecisive
as to what really must be done
tonight

perhaps i am thinking that
much
about you
underestimating that all you wanted
to have
in this sophisticated minding
is just the soft light of the moon
on that window
that is always half-open

and that really
there is nothing much to it
to debate upon

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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