Honestly Speaking My Dear
you have a sharp knife with you
so i will keep a little distance
poor innocent onions, lousy green tomatoes,
foul garlic chopped into microscopic
pieces, and a frying pan overheated like a bull
fuming with smoke from the oil
what is that temperature honey?
oh, you are angry again to the world
of work, you are bored to the law
of routine, you are at it again in your
atlantic ocean of sighs and mysterious
turbulent ways, surge and upsurge.
I do not ask for reasons.
I let you boil up like water inside
that kettle that sings the songs
of madness, a warning that all
must shut up or be stabbed with
your unexplainable silence.
nothing sunny side up, everything
hard boiled with the black soot of
sulfur settling at the bottom of the egg.
honestly speaking, i do not mind at all.
it is at the time when you are so angry
that you become so silent,
and i like it that way. I can think some more.
Deeper and probing. Perhaps, i shall
soon find the answer in the hot oil overheated
inside that frying pan.
No one wants to be fried alive,
you know that well enough.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Out Of The Frying Pan
out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
It's only two o'clock and the temperture's beginning to soar
And all around the city you see the walking wounded and the living dead
It's never been this hot and i've never been so bored
And breathing is just no fun anymore
And then i saw you like a summer dream
And you're the answer to every prayer that i ever said
I saw you like a summer dream
And you're the answer to every prayer that i ever said
You can feel the pulse of the pavement racing like a runaway horse
The subways are steaming and the skin of the street is gleaming with sweat
I've seen you sitting on the steps outside
And you were looking so restless and reckless and lost
I think it's time for you to come inside
I'll be waiting here with something that you'll never forget
I think it's time for you to come inside
I'll be waiting here with something that you'll never forget
Come on! come on!
And there'll be no turning back
You were only killing time and it'll kill you right back
Come on! come on!
It's time to burn up the fuse
You've got nothing to do and even less to lose
You've got nothing to do and even less to lose
So wander down the ancient hallway
Taking the stairs only one at a time
Follow the sound of my heartbeat now
I'm in the room at the top, you're at the end of the line
Open the door and lay down on the bed
The sun is just a ball of desire
And i wanna take you out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
And i wanna take you out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire!
It's only two o'clock and the tempertures beginning to soar
And all around the city you see the walking wounded and the living dead
It's never been this hot and i've never been so bored
And breathing is just no fun anymore
And then i saw you like a summer dream
And you're the answer to every prayer that i ever said
I saw you like a summer dream
And you're the answer to every prayer that i ever said
Come on! come on!
And there'll be no turning back
You were only killing time and it'll kill you right back
Come on! come on!
It's time to burn up the fuse
You've got nothing to do and even less to lose
You've got nothing to do and even less to lose
So wander down the ancient hallway
Taking the stairs only one at a time
Follow the sound of my heartbeat now
I'm in the room at the top, you're at the end of the line
Open the door and lay down on the bed
The sun is just a ball of desire
And i wanna take you out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
And i wanna take you out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire!
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Said the frying pay to the kettle, Stand off, black bottom.
Head Over Heels
Late at night in the park
I saw her slipping in the dark
For heaven's sake, what's going on?
It's like someone is here
Got to follow now
Like beeing in trance for me
The silence here
More than all the noise
Whispering in the dark head over heels
Overheated heart head over heels
Treating it so hard the spurting feels every day, every night
Whispering in the dark head over heels
Overheated heart head over heels
Treating it so hard the spurting feels, oh yeah!
Down on my knees, God help me please
Gotta know who's out in the dark
I've stopped my breath, can feel the hands
Could hear the sound of people making love
I surrender right now!
I've to be touched
I feel so much...
Whispering in the dark head over heels
Overheated heart head over heels
Treating it so hard the spurting feels every day, every night
Whispering in the dark head over heels
Overheated heart head over heels
Treating it so hard the spurting feels, oh yeah!
[Instrumental verse]
Whispering in the dark head over heels
Overheated heart head over heels
Treating it so hard the spurting feels every day, every night
Whispering in the dark head over heels
Overheated heart head over heels
Treating it so hard the spurting feels every day, every night!
Head over heels, head over heels
Head over heels every day, every night
Head over heels, head over heels
Head over heels every day, every night!
Head over heels!
song performed by by Hammerfall
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Forbearance
as i eat my breakfast and you
start telling me about something that
makes me boil (a new debt incurred
or another lousy party for friends
or your way of clumsily handling your
private affairs
how can i be so interested in you?)
(honestly i want to scream for you to
shut up, but i keep my
cool head)
i continue eating and i pretend i like
the food that much
and then i chew my food longer this time
and tell you
'you look so beautiful today, my dear'
(you witch! my crazy mind insists, but
honestly, you have done more good than
evil, and i weigh them all in the scale and
i begin to have regrets, and i wipe my
mouth with a tissue paper and)
' i love you honey', (without really looking at
her in the eye)
the world out there is too wide
for narrow differences. (i am human and i
must be considerate)
' i love you too' (oh this crazy world! what is
it really that is bogging her innocent mind?)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Brunt Of The Heat
A frying cake blamed a frying pan
And the frying pan, the frying cake
For the brunt of heat they bore from the stove
Like a woman and his son’s wife do.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Untitled 22
been quite a time
i stayed inside of myself
probing what i am, and then
the time comes for change
i must go out of myself
and find who i am, i must
answer the questions of my heart
without the help of my mind
letting go what i feel, and
not telling, just like puffing smoke
to the air, alone, without you,
not saying anything, to the sun
it is like sitting on the side of the road
where all others stand and wait, and
you ask me, 'what are you doing? '
and i tell you, 'Nothing! ', and then
you go your way as i stay merely
looking, loafing, nothing to do.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Man Turned Inside Out
If you ever had a clue
You never acted like you knew
When you took away the reasons
And you chopped my heart in two
Once you start to doubt
When you dont know what its about
Its time to read the warning signs
Of a man turned inside out
For a guy needs a good reason
Something to prod him on
When you chopped me up like liver
It all started going wrong
So I bought a fiberglass helmet and
Some goggles to match
Im a human bullet baby
And you havent seen the last
Of a man turned inside out
Im a man turned inside out
So I got myself a position
And Im working my way up
Took a three way lucky number
Now Im heading to the top
Once you start to doubt
When you dont know what its about
Its time to read the warning signs
Of a man turned inside out
song performed by by Devo
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The Goat Paths
The crooked paths go every way
Upon the hill - they wind about
Through the heather in and out
Of the quiet sunniness.
And there the goats, day after day,
Stray in sunny quietness,
Cropping here and cropping there,
As they pause and turn and pass,
Now a bit of heather spray,
Now a mouthful of the grass.
In the deeper sunniness,
In the place where nothing stirs,
Quietly in quietness,
In the quiet of the furze,
For a time they come and lie
Staring on the roving sky.
If you approach they run away,
They leap and stare, away they bound,
With a sudden angry sound,
To the sunny quietude;
Crouching down where nothing stirs
In the silence of the furze,
Couching down again to brood
In the sunny solitude.
If I were as wise as they
I would stray apart and brood,
I would beat a hidden way
Through he quiet heather spray
To a sunny solitude;
And should you come I'd run away,
I would make an angry sound,
I would stare and turn and bound
To the deeper quietude,
To the place where nothing stirs
In the silence of the furze.
In that airy quietness
I would think as long as they;
Through the quiet sunniness
I would stray away to brood
By a hidden beaten way
In a sunny solitude.
I would think until I found
Something I can never find,
Something lying on the ground,
In the bottom of my mind.
poem by James Stephens
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Angry
So scream you, out from behind the bitter ache
Heavy on the memory, you need most
Still want love, ugly, smooth and delicate
Not without affection, not alone
And instead of wishing that it would get better
Man you're seeing that you just get angrier
And it's good that I'm not angry
I just need to get over
I'm not angry, anymore
Cry when you cry, run when you run
Love when you love
Represent the ashes
That you leave behind
And instead of wishing that the road had shoulder
Man you're seeing that you're sinking over time
And it's good that I'm not angry
I just need to get over
I'm not angry
It's dragging me under
I'm not angry
I'm not angry it's never been enough
It gets inside and it tears you up
I'm not angry but I've never been above it
You see through me don't you
And it's good that I'm not angry
I just need to get over
I'm not angry
It's dragging me under
I'm not angry
And it's good that I'm not angry
I just need to get over
I'm not angry, anymore
song performed by by Matchbox Twenty
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Silent Teardrops Fall
A Silent teardropp falls.
Deap in the ocean
For noone else to see
Where noone else can find it.
I never can cry.
Every thing bottled up inside.
Making me weaker by the day.
Niggiling away at me is guilt and rage
I wish the tears could fall
Then nothing would be bottled up.
Angry inside.
So bitter and angry.
Most of all
Im lonely
A miss fit
With no where to belong.
Nothing is ever the same
Not now every thing
was turned upside down.
All I want is for
My fears to be gone
And my tears to fall
And be real
Not feal like an empty body.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Get Lost
By eric clapton
I'm sorry.
Why should i say i'm sorry?
If i hurt you,
You know you've hurt me too.
But you get lost inside your tears,
And there is nothing i can do,
'cause i get lost inside my fear
That i am nothing without you.
You're angry.
Why shouldn't you be angry?
With what we've been through,
Well i get angry too.
Chorus
'cause i am nothing without you.
Why should we have taken so long
To be looking inside of our mind?
Everything we tried went wrong.
Are we worried 'bout what we might find?
I'm sorry,
But can i say i'm sorry?
If i hurt you,
You know it hurts me too.
Chorus
And you get lost inside your tears,
And there is nothing we can do,
'cause i get lost inside my fear
That i am nothing without you.
'cause i am nothing without you.
And i am nothing without you.
'cause i am nothing without you.
'cause i am nothing without you.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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At the hunting lodge
The hunter’s.308 Musgrave hunting rifle
lies next to him in pieces
in the faint light of the hunting lodge
where he is cleaning the weapon
and in the distance a jackal
is calling at dusk,
he notices a swarm of wild doves
landing in the marula tree.
When the parts of the weapon
is joined as it belongs,
he carefully puts the weapon away
before he walks out
joining his wife at the barbeque fire
and the smell of fried lamb chops
makes his stomach growl
while he takes a pair of frying tongs from her,
turning around strings of sausages
above them the stars in the night sky
are shot-gunned into the black,
there are hyenas attracted by the smell
of the frying meat
laughing behind some trees,
somewhere he hears a kudu snorting
and the moon hangs yellow-gold above them
while he stirs the porridge
in the black three-legged pot
and his wife can swear
that a leopard with glowing eyes
is peering at them.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Angry
So scream you, out from behind the bitter ache
Heavy on the memory, you need most
Still want love, ugly, smooth and delicate
Not without affection, not alone
And instead of wishing that it would get better
Man youre seeing that you just get angrier
And its good that Im not angry
I just need to get over
Im not angry, anymore
Cry when you cry, run when you run
Love when you love
Represent the ashes
That you leave behind
And instead of wishing that the road had shoulder
Man youre seeing that youre sinking over time
And its good that Im not angry
I just need to get over
Im not angry
Its dragging me under
Im not angry
Im not angry its never been enough
It gets inside and it tears you up
Im not angry but Ive never been above it
You see through me dont you
And its good that Im not angry
I just need to get over
Im not angry
Its dragging me under
Im not angry
And its good that Im not angry
I just need to get over
Im not angry, anymore
song performed by by Matchbox 20
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Lighting Another Cigarette
To admit that I miss it,
With you!
To you.
Would be madness.
Since I was the one,
Who told you to forget it.
I was the one,
Who caused us to split.
To admit that I miss it,
With you!
To you.
Would be madness.
I can not sleep without you creeping...
To keep me awake.
Replaying those good times in my mind.
And doing 'that' all the time.
More today then when you walked away,
From us.
I can not think without a thought of you.
And who you're with and who you screw.
And if they do you now...
Like I use to do you.
To have you nibbling on their ears...
With whispers of you wishing in sighs,
How much you wanted me...
To go deeper, deeper, deeper inside!
And I am still addicted.
To the dripping sweats.
And that cigarette after sex.
To admit that I miss it,
With you!
To you.
Would be madness.
Since I was the one,
Who told you to forget it.
I was the one,
Who caused us to split.
And thinking of it...
As I smoke and not enjoy it one bit.
Lighting another cigarette,
With you and me in my mind having sex.
And dripping wet to get,
Towels to dry!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Life
Everyone's afraid of their own life.
If you could be anything you want I bet you'd be disappointed.
am I right?
No one really knows the ones they love.
If you knew everything they thought I bet you'd wish that they'd just shut
up.
Well you were the dull sound of sharp math when you were alive.
Not ones gonna play the harp when you die.
And if I had a nickel for every damn dime I might have half the time.
do you mind?
Everyone's afraid of their own life.
If you could be anything you want I bet you'd be disappointed.
am I right?
It's hard to remember we're alive for the first time.
It's hard to remember we're alive for the last time.
It's hard to remember to live before you die.
It's hard to remember that our lives are such a short time.
It's hard to remember what it takes such a long time.
It's hard to remember to live before you die.
It's hard to remember.
My mom's god is a woman and my mom she is a witch.
I fought this.
My hell comes from inside comes from inside myself.
Why fight this.
Everyone's afraid of their own life.
If you could be anything you want I bet you'd be disappointed.
am I right?
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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(I) Get Lost
I'm sorry.
Why should I say I'm sorry?
If I hurt you,
You know you've hurt me too.
But you get lost inside your tears,
And there is nothing I can do,
'Cause I get lost inside my fear
That I am nothing without you.
You're angry.
Why shouldn't you be angry?
With what we've been through,
Well I get angry too.
Chorus
'Cause I am nothing without you.
Why should we have taken so long
To be looking inside of our mind?
Everything we tried went wrong.
Are we worried 'bout what we might find?
I'm sorry,
But can I say I'm sorry?
If I hurt you,
You know it hurts me too.
Chorus
And you get lost inside your tears,
And there is nothing we can do,
'Cause I get lost inside my fear
That I am nothing without you.
'Cause I am nothing without you.
And I am nothing without you.
'Cause I am nothing without you.
'Cause I am nothing without you.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Because It Sings....
there is a man inside the cage
but you cannot tell that he is a man
because
by all appearances of it
it has black wings, sharp claws, it is muted
by a beak
it can only sing in syllables
it is wrapped by
shiny feathers
it is a bird, a black bird and by all means
you cannot tell
that it is angry
because it sings.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The frying-pan said to the kettle, ""Avaunt, black brows!""
The frying-pan says to the kettle, ""Avaunt, black brows!""
Eyes Wide Shut (Love Poem)
When I close my eyes and listen to
The thlunk of the fridge door,
The burble of water boiled,
The clink of a cup stirred,
The rasp of knife on toast,
The crispness of bacon frying,
The sweetness of butter melting,
The tartness of orange squeezed,
The closeness of breakfast for two,
The rustle of night-time silk,
I am where I love to be,
Close to you.
poem by Ian Beckett
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