For No Other Use Or Purpose...
they ask that between us
there should be no purpose
or this asking for a use
some benefits
that there is but friendship
that begs not even for time
that memory that simply rests
and then takes upon itself another
journey to a place reserved
for those who are classified as
useless because they serve for no
use but only for the sake of
beauty, the mere grandeur
and nothing in particular
nothing for return of investments
just the gaze, the compassion.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Chaos, Order, Chaos, Beauty And Ugliness...
beauty must a purpose
have, for instance beauty that
gives peace and
harmony to the world,
presumably this world is a world of chaos,
and chaos is wanton
and understood to be messy and
undesirable, makes the mind
to lack the necessary focus
but what is focus for? what is thinking for?
again, you return to purpose
focus must have a purpose
and thinking must have another purpose
but what is the purpose of purpose?
seems that purpose is beauty
and that purpose without beauty is not desirable,
and so on and so forth,
people get so confused, they want order as though order itself is
beauty
as though it is one purpose that we need,
the universe must have an order
a system, every planet orbiting around the sun must have
a purpose
as though they are human beings like us
as though they are us
look at this poem, read it so well,
it has no purpose but to make you think
make you doubt
that perhaps beauty to be beauty must be wanton
and chaotic, which by itself is a reality
and reality is always
beautiful,
it has always a purpose and this is what you think it to be
right now, but is this really so?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Journey to Be
I think I'll journey out some day to wondrous lands afar,
Or even chart a journey to a distant blazing star.
But rest assured that when my journey begs to take its cue,
Always know that when I go, this journey takes you too.
We'll start our journey out from here by horse and cart of old,
The seaside docks - and journey pauses - where we shall behold
A noble schooner for the journey primed to launch as planned:
To sail with dolphins cross the seas then journey back on land.
And so our journey goes by foot to conquer mountains tall:
A chapter hence the journey reached, with scenes that should enthral.
But when we tire, let's rest our journey, stretched in fields of flowers,
And bathe atop the mountain from the journey - autumn showers!
Refreshed, our journey takes a turn - we'll venture back for home,
But first we'll let the journey take a tangent just to roam.
And in the winding route, this journey's bound to bide content,
But most of all take heed - let's make our journey life's event.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Poem On A Sunday #1
nothing is really useless.
even those who only wait, has that function.
waiting.
and it is a sacrifice, just imagine
you, at the train station,
wanting to leave and be somewhere else,
yet you do what you are assigned to
do that whole week,
waiting. It saddens me.
I tremble to some extent.
Like a heavy thud
of impatient feet, throwing away the shoes
that serve no purpose.
on the other hand, i assure you,
everything has a purpose.
the cup, the saucer, the teaspoon
and the white
sugar & the coffee,
they blend and you take your day
sipping.
in your world,
there are lapses, something glitches
you see slipping moments,
and you sigh.
ah, do not worry,
they also do what you are supposed to do,
they serve us &
you serve them
a bowl of cherries, a can of laughter,
a nugget of wisdom,
and time
this time, we note what ponder can do,
what blankness can paint
what seeds can sorrow grow?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Keeping Things Inside The Heart
to keep the balance of what we think and what we do
we keep some things inside our heart
there is a home for all the doubts
there is a place proper for certainties
groping for stability of this little universe of the mind
we must only say what is needed
the rest are useless as they do not serve any purpose at all
what use are the angry words? those unkind letters?
somehow we must have a place to stay to keep us sane
to make our defenses against those that invade us
the tide of their opinions, the storms of their abstractions
we keep an anchor
we must disregard all the other tempting possibilities
they after all do not exist yet
we do not mind anymore what destroys us
we all throw the demons away
we keep the angels
we stay in the comfort of our heavens
in our silence we take this journey
love and mercy, we are together always.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Memory
Again, the pieces of my memory,
Have reunited to create this untold story,
Reflective beams of brilliant glory,
Paint the words that bloom from the mists of allegory.
The sunlight dances on the eve of January,
The mystical shafts as slivers of Winter,
Fade into the fields of the soothing whisper,
Above the starry snow strewn sanctuary.
The night is light, the hearts are merry,
The soft-spoken coos of moonlight tarry,
Beyond the adoring gaze of auroras fairy,
The souls embrace the depths of their aerie.
The lustrous delight of the warmth of the end,
Exhale sweet perfumes of the blissful melody,
Joy dances among the hearts of the visitor and friend,
As all are united together in the purpose and journey.
A world to come, another to cease,
Faith mingles in the Time of one history,
Lost in a word, the ignorant peace,
In pieces above, the divine mingles in Beauty,
The life of the moment, the breath of release,
All is one, in the night, in the path of eternity.
Remember the night,
Bask in the innocence and serenity,
The decision was right,
Under the haze of Winter's finality,
Your gaze was in sight,
We drank in the last, the last of the story,
I was married your knight,
Do not forget the joy of eternity,
For our love was our might,
I never lost the pieces of memory,
On the eve of the final night,
That drew you towards me,
We were promised the light,
In the arms of our journey,
Our purpose fulfilled, we awaited destiny,
Unbound into flight,
We flew off through infinity.
The memory sealed,
In the whisper of Winter,
The moonlight descended,
And hope ever did linger,
When we were befriended,
By the angelic figure,
The one that you are,
That I am,
That brought us together,
To rest in the Beauty,
Of our created slumber,
For all else did fall,
On Winter's eve of January,
All cast out forever,
In the nihilistic reality,
Forever lost, Forever gone,
But for us, my love;
Who live in the Memory.
poem by Jeremy Cahoon
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On Revisiting Harrow
Here once engaged the stranger's view
Young Friendship's record simply traced;
Few were her words; but yet, though few,
Resentment's hand the line defaced.
Deeply she cut--but not erased,
The characters were still so pain,
That Friendship once return'd, and gazed,--
Till Memory hail'd the words again.
Repentance placed them as before;
Forgiveness join d her gentle name;
So fair the inscription seem'd once more,
That Friendship thought it still the same.
Thus might the Record now have been;
But, ah, in spite of Hopes endeavour,
Or Friendships tears, Pride rush'd between
And blotted out the line for ever.
Love & Compassion
I used to think love was a dying art
Compassion couldnt live within a crowded heart
I saw my freedom in a poor mans eyes
Hope like a light, will to survive
A sense of dignity to hold up high
These are the simple things
That keep us all alive
And though the rich buy power for a time
One thing that money cant buy
Chorus
Love and compassion
(only) love and compassion
Give it to you
Give it to me
Love and compassion
(only) love and compassion
Thats what it takes
(give love...youre gonna feel love...
Ooo... feel love... youre gonna give love)
One night when I was feelin all alone
I saw a shadow walking in the danger zone
I knew that I would have to make a choice
Hunger in my heart, hunger in my spirit
We wont be free until we equalize
The price of power to the price of every life
And though I know its gonna take some time
Someday were all gonna find
Love and compassion
(onlv) love and compassion
Give it to you
Give it to me
Love and compassion
(only) love and compassion
Thats what it takes to relate
Love and compassion
(only) love and compassion
Give it to you
Give it to me
(oniy) love und compassion
Thats what it takes
(give love... ooo feel love... youre gonna
Feel love... if you give love)
Love und compassion
Love und compassion
Love und compassion
Love und compassion
Love und compassion
(only) love und compassion
Give it to you
Give it to me
Love and compassion
Someday were gonna find it
Oh when I was alone
And I reached out for more
I just opened my eyes
Love und compassion
I know it will take some time
But you know were gonna make it come true
Love and compassion
All my love and compassion
Love und compassion
Love und compassion
All my love, all my love und compassion
Someday, someday were gonna find it, realize it
Take some time to give
Love und compassion
Hope iike a light, and a will to survive...
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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In Marriage, Love Speaks
in marriage, words are useless
with a mere wink, the other knows what the other wants.
with a mere touch, their world merge
like birds having their own song as language
love, love, and the gaze, this is all that speaks.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A state is not a mere society, having a common place, established for the prevention of mutual crime and for the sake of exchange...Political society exists for the sake of noble actions, and not of mere companionship.
A state is not a mere society, having a common place, established for the prevention of mutual crime and for the sake of exchange... Political society exists for the sake of noble actions, and not of mere companionship.
Aging and the run away adolescence
Fading make up and vanishing lipsticks
Brought her face into reality.
Your beauty is enormous and you covered purposely that
Half of your entire journey?
You are a blossom and nobody could steal you from the garden of life.
That corner bench must be reserved for us it seems
And let's have a sit and we could chat leisurely.
Yes, I come here tomorrow again if time permits?
Time is the most precious thing I remember my brother said once.
If you don't see me around not to be frightened Madam?
Just keep in your kind memory that you have met a pilgrim by accident.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Philosophy Of This Journey.....
one leaves............takes a journey..............far...........farther away........
alone,
not stopping, longing, looking for more, but not really definite on what to look for,
it searches, passes by every town, takes the road, sees a row of trees,
a line of coasts,
it rains, there is flood in the river, you do not stop.........leaves again,
it shines in one place
sun is good,
clouds are as beautiful as one notices from time to time
by the window
of the bus, of the plane.......
one leaves, takes another journey, one knows what he is searching,
a glimpse, but not really definite still
along this journey
life becomes what it really is,
it is a passing wind that blows your hair
but none is taken away from you
not even a lock of hair, not even the scent in your skin.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Autographs-two
dear friends,
i am starting my journey;
the words wavered half in throats
were full of hopes....
the memories fly away to a far off place.
now i see
they were the throbs of the ages
which has no home-coming.
the rains drained
in the burnt out days,
when i've lent you my heart,
on my journey which has no return
to our memory.
poem by Chayamsu V R
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Observed But Having No Purpose
If this was exclusively about me,
I would not for you choose to bleed.
Or unselfishly give my time.
There is a sacrifice made.
This has nothing to do,
With a personal escapade.
Or an ego to parade...
To manipulate one's state of mind.
Although I do admit,
There is some pleasure I get out of it.
If this was exclusively about me,
I'd be here for no reason.
And thought to be useless like some view a tree.
There to be observed but having no purpose.
Just here on the Earth to leech.
With no connection made to aid one's breathing.
To commit with devotion to what one does,
May be interpreted as a seeking of attention.
But if another benefits from what is done...
Is one more concerned as to who receives credit?
When a wholesomeness is shared and no one regrets it.
I often wonder about this.
If this was exclusively about me,
I'd be here for no reason.
And thought to be useless like some view a tree.
There to be observed but having no purpose.
Just here on the Earth to leech.
With no connection made to aid one's breathing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The monk that begs for God's sake begs for two.
Missing Soul
To the ends of the earth
Where dreams are conjured
Where friendship is born
Through the planes where life begins
and death has no stay,
There I will find you,
There I will take you,
On a journey of a thousand lives
On a journey of new beginnings,
Of knitting souls and hugs,
Of endless kisses and love
To live with you through eternity,
To behold the beauty of friendship
that never dares to die.
poem by Oyekake Satty Joshua
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Waiting For Waiting's Sake
Waiting is more of a feeling than a state or being
When you wait it's not really time spent that weighs on you
IT's really the purpose or reason and the place you wait too
Waiting never is waiting even when it's 5 or 10 or 20 hours or more
It becomes waiting when you feel impatient
When you feel you can no longer wait
That is truly when you being to wait
And wait for waiting's sake
It always seems like more minutes more time
More time is what makes it weigh more, but it's a change
In emotion basically an enigma
It is not even what you do as you wait
If anything at all, it strangely is just the
Feeling. Consider when you simply stare at the
Clouds for hours, you wait and wait
Watch the clouds' gait
But not even a minute passes not in your mind
Not any second is wasted of left behind
But waiting 2 simple minutes is waiting
When you let emotions take hold
Even asked to wait another second is brazen and bold
So you see it is only that emotion
Only that feeling, desire for resolution and restitution
It's funny how we are not controlled by
States or circumstances
Mere happenstance
But rather we are controlled by character, emotion, our feeling
No state of the world can change them
It is only when
We allow our perceptions to change, it is only then
Circumstance even affects us, it only happens when we let it
And so I say when we wait and don't feel waiting
It is not waiting at all, no matter how much time
I realize I feel nothing, no sense of waiting not when I rhyme
I lose perception of time and so I have unlimited time
To write and write and write each and every single
Time I wait and even I wait for waiting's sake
poem by David Knox
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Mine Eyes Beg Sight Of Thee
Mine eyes beg sight of thee; mine mind begs, thought;
Mine heart begs consort with thee-for us to be what we ought;
Mine arms beg thine own body, in loving embrace-
Contrariwise, mine own body begs of same, face to face!
Mine own soul begs for thine, as its mate-
Our re-acquaintance made as was, through the powers of fate;
Mine whole life begs for thine own beauty's attestation:
As I bide still, I ruminate upon my futurity's celebration.
Until this time, when we shall meet my beloved, fair thee well:
May we both one day be the story that we lovingly tell.
All that I am begs for all that you are-
In a world with myriad resplendence, you are its brightest star!
Query not why it is that I covet thee as I do,
Ponder only: that in the morrow, more of same shall be gifted, to you!
poem by Maurice Harris
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The purpose of human life is to serve, and to show compassion and the will to help others.
quote by Albert Schweitzer
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Did You Ever Question Why?
Do you have a purpose in life, amidst the struggles and the strife?
A purpose that will forever endure, in the work of Christ our Lord.
Do you have an ultimate end, which you are striving for my friend?
Things on earth will cease to be, with the ultimate end in Eternity.
Friend, did you ever question why; we are born to just simply die?
From your very initial breath, you live to one day anticipate death.
Is it not simply natural for us, to live and to die and return to dust?
But being created like The Son, when we die The Lord isn’t done.
Just where did all life originate, could it simply be one big mistake?
Life is such an awesome design, much too grand to evolve in time.
Just when did it all come to be, and is there a place called eternity?
A place without beginning friend, and one that simply has no end.
Why would anyone truly believe, in a place they can not conceive?
For no one can truly conceive, what God has for those who believe.
Is there something to this hope, that supplies men power to cope?
To cope with all the struggles in life, in the power of Jesus Christ.
Friend, did you ever want to know, when you die where do you go?
Heaven and Hell are truly real, eternally my friend, it’s a done deal.
Still ahead there is an eternity, a timeless place where all shall be.
All questions you have today, will be answered in a permanent way.
Question now your eternal state, it’s not chance or the finger of fate.
So would you on this day believe, and in your heart by faith receive,
As Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and He will grant you Eternal Life.
Then questions will cease to be, as you enter with Him into Eternity.
(Copyright ©10/2005)