Fossilized
you are angry now
for i have disappointed you
you expect more from me
to elate you
to certain heights beyond your
thinking
i am so sorry
i am still the son of this earth
and shall always be
on its belly
i shed off wings
i wear these arms again
brown, and muddy
to the feel
with roots as bones
and creeks as intestines
my thoughts are air
traveling anywhere
my imagination is the ocean
moving into other
continents
into uncertainties
i disappoint you
you are different
you are sky and space
sun and
moon
i may look up to you
but not forever
for i belong here
to the soil to dust to stones
to layers of
pressed history
destined to be forgotten
fossilized....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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History Stones People.
History stones people.
They stoned Moses, David and Linclon,
history did that for all to see
Marbel and cement,
that's all it leaves behind
of a long changing life.
Great heroes of time,
fall under the mercy
of the sculptor's knife.
History stones faces,
in a way that would make
ecclestias cringe.
History stones feet,
in a way that would make
piligrims cry.
History stones life
to always stay fresh,
yet, what is life without
the sins of the flesh.
All the radical kids
get stoned
and never change
or even move a muscle.
All the sword raising warriors
history stoned
without blood in their veins.
You can see all the victims
that history stoned
when you walk in the park,
they got kings
and queens
hell, they even got Gods.
They are there captive
in history's stones,
never to be again what they were;
wilting flesh and
breakable bones.
People look up at them
they are victims too.
History's stones fall far,
even on to you.
Those stoned to live
are like the ones stoned to die.
enslaved to the search
of the frozen smile.
Life is a burning bush
that doesn't get consumed.
not a dead rock
or a statue of history.
It's a fusing wind
of happinnes and misery.
An exploding volcano
of courage and fear.
It is the stem of the flower
struggling through the seasons
to stand and bloom
above the drying soil.
Life is the fighting wave
you see at sea
forgotten and denied
by the stones of history.
poem by Samuel Katz
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If You Forget Me
I want you to know one thing
You know how this is
If I look at the crystal moon
At the red branch of the slow autumn at my window
If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log
Everything carries me to you
As if everything that exists - aromas, light, metals
Were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me
Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you
If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land
But, if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me
With implacable sweetness
If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me
Ahh my love, ahh my own, in me all that fire is repeated
In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten
My love feeds on your love, beloved
And as long as you live, it will be in your arms without leaving mine
song performed by by Madonna
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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We Belong Together
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT SAY
I KNOW YOU SHOULD PAY
SAYING YES WE BELONG TOGETHER
YOU'LL TREASURE SPECIAL MOMENTS
MY HEART WILL TREASURE THEM AS WE'RE TOGETHER
THE THINGS WE DO
I'VE SHARED WITH YOU
WE BELONG TOGETHER
YOU SHOULD SAY YES
AND I'LL SAY I DO
WANT TO BE WITH YOU
FOREVER I'LL LOVE YOU
NO MATTER WHAT WE GO THROUGH
WE BELONG TOGETHER
BECAUSE YOUR ALL I'M THINKING OF
I FEEL IT DEEP INSIDE
BABY PLEASE DON'T HIDE
YOUR THOUGHTS MEAN SOMETHING
BETTER THAN TELLING ME NOTHING
AND I HOPE YOU SAY
WE BELONG TOGETHER
poem by Sarah Perez
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Breath
Don't blame me just because I am bored
I'm needy, I need to taste it all
Don't doubt me just because I am quiet
I'm thinking, thinking about it all
I'm helpless about the way of me
I'm thinking, thinking about it all
I'm sorting everything inside
I'm looking in the space
This time, this void
I'm making my way through the muddy minutes
The pull is in my muscle
The ache is in my bones
It's hard to be alone
(Breathe, breathe)
It won't be long now
(breathe, breathe)
See through me when I put up a fight
Like you to see the things I hide
Go deeper than I won't let you know
I'm frightened but I won't let it show
I'm helpless about the way of me
I'm thinking, thinking about it all
I'm sorting everything inside
I'm looking in the space
This time, this void
I'm making my way through the muddy minutes
The pull is in my muscle
The ache is in my bones
It's hard to be alone
(Breathe, breathe)
It won't be long now
(breathe, breathe)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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If You Forget Me
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists:
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loveing me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
poem by Pablo Neruda, translated by Donald D. Walsh
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Awareness To Fly In The Skies
it is this awareness of the hidden wings
that makes us think of flying
when? it all depends when you finally
decide to shed off your dress
your skin and bones
when? it all depends on when you
are ready with flumes and feathers
when you feel that you belong to the clouds
and not to the patch of land and grass
when? when you feel that you do not belong anymore
to me or anybody else
or to the world
it is only then when
it is time to fly up there to the highest peaks
of your longings where there shall be no more falling
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Is No Us
frankly, there is no us.
there is only me and there is only you.
that is the truth,
the bitter truth, but there was a time
oh, it was rare
when i tried to imagine,
oh, imagination goes everywhere i think,
there is no limit to imagination they say
but thinking has
it has walls and fences, thinking limits
where tolerance lies,
there was a time when i imagine us
hand in hand, arms around arms,
forgive my imagination, but there was a time
when i imagine that we made love beside the river
that we were so exhausted after and that we made a promise
to live forever, us, us, together,
but as i told you, in that dream, imagination has no limits
it is crazy, but thinking is sane, it puts a limit to my illusions
and my own delusions about love and togetherness,
about us, but thinking says, and it says with straightforwardness
of a man decisive about an ending
and so i ended it, because i agree, and i definitely agree,
our situation is sky and earth, floor and ceiling,
we do not meet, even halfway on some compromises
there is no us, really, just you and me,
at the end, i love myself much better than i love you,
and so here i am,
gone for good, away from you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Breathe
Written: kylie minogue/ dave ball/ ingo vauk
Dont blame me just because I am bored
Im needy, I need to taste it all
Dont doubt me just because I am quiet
Im thinking, thinking about it all
Im helpless about the way of me
Im thinking, thinking about it all
Im sorting everything inside
Im looking in the space
This time, this void
Im making my way through the muddy minutes
The pull is in my muscle
The ache is in my bones
Its hard to be alone
(breathe, breathe)
It wont be long now
(breathe, breathe)
See through me when I put up a fight
Like you to see the things I hide
Go deeper than I wont let you know
Im frightened but I wont let it show
Im helpless about the way of me
Im thinking, thinking about it all
Im sorting everything inside
Im looking in the space
This time, this void
Im making my way through the muddy minutes
The pull is in my muscle
The ache is in my bones
Its hard to be alone
(breathe, breathe)
It wont be long now
(breathe, breathe)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mick Jagger, R.I.P.
Where will you be, Sir Michael Jagger,
Deep in the earth, all dust and bones,
You with the ego and testosterone swagger,
Proud to be king of the Rolling Stones?
Where will you be when your songs are forgotten
And somebody else is a household name?
Your bones will decay and your flesh go rotten,
This is the end of your glory and fame.
You never could get no Satisfaction
With Honky-tonk Women or sweet Lady Jane,
You've gone to a place where you don't feel pleasure,
You don't even have the reassurance of pain.
I guess you would like your Mother's Little Helper,
Something to prove you do really count,
Time Waits For No Man, the party is over,
You Can't Always Get What You Want.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Restlessness In Stillness....
....because i am discontented
here i am making it my own way, because no one remembers
here i am remembering me,
because.....
no one satisfies my hunger and thirst here i go
trekking my way
into everywhere, and tired, and
disappointed, here i am
making a set of wings for me,
these wings without the feathers of a bird,
these wings without need of
a wind,
because i feel so alone, here i am, inventing
company,
i give birth to words, and sentences
myself with
all its punishments,
this newly found joy in the prison of my thoughts
in the vast expanse
universe of my endless and
limitless imagination
this self without a river
this river without water and stones
this floating
existence
an angel without a wing
because i am never appeased
here i am exploding my own firecracker
a boy driving his demons away
with the use of one finger
because i have more to say
in this fear
here i am unceasingly writing
who knows if i finally find you and then
i can absolve myself and after telling everything
i can finally find
my own resting place
here i am, silent and still and staring.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Have We Defeated History
Have we defeated history, my love
Before a moment there is nothing
not even us
but songs that we sing
until we slept
we dance beneath mountains
at the point of creation
we bathe
in the Sacred Headwaters
of the soul
we feel
the rain of limitless clouds
we are
the inviolate law of our Dreaming
we taste the
divine leaf of immortality
on our lips
in the dust of our bones
water became vapour
we crystallize love, our salvation
we belong to the unique
geography of the earths heart
we wear the face
of the nine moments
of the universe
we came here
before the serpent
became a river
we are the voice
that came out of its veins
Have we defeated history, my love
poem by L.B. Temuco
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Black Muddy River
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger,
And the hot sun chills me to the bone,
When I cant hear the song for the singer,
And I cant tell my pillow from a stone,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own.
When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain,
And the stars start to splatter in the sky,
When the moon hits the southwest horizon,
With the scream of an eagle on the fly,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And listen to the ripples as they moan,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own.
Black muddy river, roll on forever,
I dont care how deep or wide, if youve got another side,
Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll.
When it seems like the night will last forever,
And theres nothing left to do but count the years,
When the strings of my heart begin to sever,
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears,
I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,
And dream me a dream of my own,
I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Goddess
goddess of the moon
you descend upon my humble beginnings
you kiss me
to my surprise
my body rises above the shadows
of these hills
you take me away
from my roots and like a flower
you take me by your hand
i am cut and though i love you
i bleed
i am human and i cry
i am human and i still long for my land
my roots still miss the soil of my birth and my origin
goddess of the moon
you have wings to fly
look at me
i have none
and so even if you love me
and even if i love you
grant me my wish
to be home again.
for i am just human
and wings have i none.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stars Dont Know My Fate
Tonight I make history
and one day history will find me
and haunt me...even write me
in the pages of immortality
and will never be forgotten
as the wind.
Tonight I face history
and one day history will face me
and mock me...even write me
in the pages of uncertainties
but will never be forgotten
as the wind.
Tonight- I end my life...
I change my history, I make my destiny
for stars don't know my fate.
And one day, maybe one day
this night would be forgotten,
carried by the wind.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Ropes, , , ,
an umbilical cord
is a rope
mother cuts it
for good
despite this
an imaginary cord still exists
between two minds
a bridge
where no one wants to
walk
imagination is cut
there is now an empty space
sort of conceived
independence
for me to grow
and be full
between us the bridge
must be broken
no ropes this time
no binding bond
between two continents
will always be an ocean
giant ships travel
a hundred whales
swim
i like is this way
between us
the Pacific ocean
no islands
just waves so huge
that sometimes
we are brave enough
in hopelessness
no ropes this time
no hands and arms
between us
this blinding darkness
this utter silence
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Think Trickles
if u think in trickles
it will just be trickles
thoughts trickling like
a trick
the mind tricks itself
on the trick of
the trickles
think about a rush of
the waters of the rain
think about a mountain
a river
an ocean
think about how wide
can this space be
how high can the sky be
how deep
can this earth be
think about you as a
speck of dust
on this universal hollowness
all things trying to fill
up this vast emptiness
to no avail,
think about you as another
insignificant atom
vibrating in random
with the rest
of this molecular world
always in flux
changing and shifting
and moving
now, u r as humble
as the leaf about to fall
from a twig
now you are as
weak as a fading sun
as gentle as the
waning moon
as silent as the star
about to die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nature She Lives On Forever
We hear of and read of earthquakes, huge winds and huge floodings in the newspapers and on the radio each day
And climate change is for real and happening despite what the sceptics do say
The more money you have in such a case the more that you do stand for to lose
To none the Nature Goddess is subservient her own ways she always does choose
The signs of climate change are quite evident you see them around everywhere
The creeks and the drains are not flowing the landscape is dry, brown and bare
We do not show much respect for Nature and Nature in kind us repay
Our Earth Mother who lives forever and for each of us there is a last day,
We pollute the land, sea and sky with pollutants as if Nature to us belong
Whilst in truth we are part of Nature and in our thinking we have it wrong
Nature she will live on forever and brief enough is our time span
On average a woman by a few years is supposed for to outlive a man
But Nature she lives on forever on her never a use by date
And as for us time is our master and time for us never does wait.
poem by Francis Duggan
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So many layers
every poem
i wrote
a part of me
taken off
a butterfly
leaving behind
its larvae
to take on wings
and colours
to explore the world
to give world
another layer
to fascinate over
van gogh
that shed
so many layers
to bring out
those layers
on his canvas
to our hearts
layers of pains,
tears, and......
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Imagine Freedom
the mind is always
our own
prison, we must
free ourselves
from the bars of all
these thoughts,
imagine that you are a dove
your wings
like the eagle's
your claws like the
tiger's
imagine, yes that is the key
to freedom
imagine that
imagination is a dove with wings and claws and
swift and
lost in the vastness
of space
like a grain of sand
in the
widest ocean
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Space Between Us
the space
between us is separated
by our own
self-made
pillars
in there
i breathe
and take my chances
of defining
all over again
what love is
what my
existence
means
in there
i sigh and stare
and look at you
from a distance
what you
are beyond
my intimate
touch
we agree
on it, the need for space
and traveling
inside ourselves
trying to figure
out
if we still belong
to each other's arms
if our kisses
still have the
warmth
the promise and the vow
that we must question
in order
to survive
love and its hazards
that only time
and space
and emptiness
can tell
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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