How This Universe Ryhme So Well?
the beginning is chaos
so the end shall be, also chaos
there is no order, there is even
no beginning, there is no systematic ending
wanton is the conception and
disorder is the truth, not that this is what you see
today or tomorrow or yesterday they are all one
there is no space in between
yet you refuse to believe and you write
to please everyone and make them believe
in the pleasing personality of the world of
rhymes and clock ticking at the middle of the night
you perceive order and you organize the system
please yourself and then suddenly
tears fall on the letters and smother the print
of your orderly paper world
you suffuse anger on the pen
i ponder upon the blot and rethink what i think was always right
back to chaos, i ask how can you like the rhyme and the rhythm?
how can you ever live in this fantasy?
in my free verse, i say what i say, and life speaks to me
like i am life itself, and freed from hypocrisy, the truth gets in
jagged, rugged, and pulsating
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Order Of Chaos
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Everyone doing something but no one ever does anything
Someone always shouting the silence is deafening
Nobody loves you, nobody hates you
Fact or fiction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
Knowing is just a feeling & feelings worth nothing
Just keep on searching blind and unseeing
Looking for something seeking nothing
No direction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
(RPT)
Discipline oustanding, nothing like working
Hoping and trying, keep on adjusting
Sometimes hopeless, never painless
Simple addiction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
song performed by by Xentrix
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The Order Of Chaos
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Everyone doing something but no one ever does anything
Someone always shouting the silence is deafening
Nobody loves you, nobody hates you
Fact or fiction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
Knowing is just a feeling & feelings worth nothing
Just keep on searching blind and unseeing
Looking for something seeking nothing
No direction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
(RPT)
Discipline oustanding, nothing like working
Hoping and trying, keep on adjusting
Sometimes hopeless, never painless
Simple addiction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
song performed by by Xentrix
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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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Learning To Love All The Mess
three plates remain unwashed
last night the cockroaches feast on the remains
of pork oil and morsels of rice
and bread
the dining chairs are not in place
looking like twigs in the park
after a storm
the table is littered with spilled sauce
the table cloth is stained
alcoholic
and the spoons and forks are still
having catchup on their tongues
and tails
the floor is foul with your dog's urine
and socks and shoes are roaming on the
living room
you guess it right
the universe is a big chaos
and so is this house
which is out of order
like a sink with leaking faucets
you want all your life to be in order
you wish a smooth and tidy place
vested with its own system
name-tagged and cabinetized
pieces
but it simply is not just
the way things work out
your dreams are silly
chaos and pandemonium are the orders of the
days of our lives
and so here i am with this firm resolve
to the flexibility of adaptability
for my survival
since disorder is the law
so must i obey it
to perfect my life and to put order
to my dreams and
properly accept this world's disposition
so must i
love chaos as well
go with the random flow of pandemonium
enjoy the errors
love the mistakes
and i swear to myself
beginning this ruinous day
that i,
wholeheartedly
must love all these mess
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Artists.....
the role of a true artist
is to put order to the messy state of things
chopped lines are interconnected again
colors are categorized to a harmonious blending
a room of scattered old and dirty clothes
bedsheets in disarray
pillows on the floor
paper scratches and pens and ink spilled
the artist picks them all up
and puts them properly back to the places
where they must be
for at the beginning there was an order of perfection
but then this universe bangs itself against a black space of a wall
and goes into an accelerated entropy
a scattering, a chaos pursuing upon another chaos
expanding litters of planets and stars
and God the Artist gathers them all into One
Harmony, the Silenced Storm, the Wellness and Wholeness
of These All
We are all these Artists, God's Children looking for Peace.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Chaos
-ordo ob kao, order out of chaos, and the idea is that, uh, with the
Influence of powerful forces behind the scene, you can bring order out of the
Chaos that we see. we know, for instance, that much of the....
-...an eerie order underneath even chaos, as if the finger of god,, in order
And disorder, is always there....
-...i think he has nothing to support this. y-youre so full of it!
Aliens....protecting society how? chaos happens. theres too many people here...
Atlantique :
Gotta learn the way to turn
Hat over eye
Feeling dead more than alive
Give her something to rely on
One more time.
No one hears the sound
Fear is all around
Turn the music loud
No more lullaby.
No way in, no way out
Empty talk and tv shouts
Got to find the way around
No, you aint no lifer
In this town.
No one hears the sound
Fear is all around
Turn the music loud
No more lullaby.
Stop the beat, hear the sound
Time has come for you to speak
Your mind
Cant you hear the sound?
Chaos all around
Turn the music loud
No more lullaby
Dee-dee-dee x2
Learn to fly.
song performed by by Unkle
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My Vote
A single vote may be your victory………..
my vote create the world i live.......a vote that brings my
future near to the distance i see
my vote holds me to achieve..... a reality of my dream to
Conquer, grasp according to my wish
my vote change the chaos i encounter.......a life saving
design of what will be tomorrow of my destiny
my vote wonder every breathe.......a victory to where to
go, beyond uncertain pathways
my vote remember my aspiration.....a longing of joy and
happiness, wonting to know of peace
my vote brings my life......a remembrance of my life of
today, a parting print of my thumbs forever
…..please let my vote be seen, touch and listen for the
wings of the ink, has whisper the truth of what will be
the beginning of history, made this print easy to
count my vote in you is you’re……. victory
poem by Antonio Liao
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Not Far Away
This is the end, this is the last time,
Take what you want, why wait a lifetime?
Why wait till tomorrow when you can just take it today,
And its not far away.
Live all your life according to a plan.
Live by the rules the best way you can.
So the system that fed you and bred you can throw you away,
And its not far away,
Not far away.
Oh, oh.
The system that fed you and bred you can throw you away,
And its not far away,
Not far away,
Not far away,
Not far away,
Oh, oh.
The system that breeds[? ] you and feeds you will through you away.
And its not far away,
Not far away.
Oh, oh.
Total chaos, total destruction.
(not far away, not far away.)
Social collapse, moral corruption.
(not far away, not far away.)
I feel it in my bones, it gets closer each day.
The future is here, and it wont go away.
Theyre gonna segregate the people,
Theyre gonna put you in your place.
And no ones gonna listen when you try to plead your case.
And those who think they are immune will get slapped in the face.
Chaos will rule,
No one will be safe,
The ending is near,
And its not far away.
The future is here and its ours to dictate,
The ending is closer so why hesitate,
Oh, oh.
The ending is near, and its not far away.
song performed by by Kinks
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Wicked (only on the European and Japanese edition)
Cataract blinding your eyes
To the violent design
Regenerating impending genocide
It's the dawn of decay
Mark the end of your days
Just another lost casualty of the times
The wicked will feed the chaos
Control and rule disorder
Disintegration's multiplying
Till there is no more bloodline
A future of neverending
Insane civil disorder
Free yourself from the red dawn
The time has come
Death's head shattering
Blow to the throat
At the end of the rope
Degeneration that follows into the fire
In a world gone insane
No one else left to blame
Your just another part of the collective vile
The wicked will feed the chaos
Control and rule disorder
Disintegration's multiplying
Till there is no more bloodline
A future of neverending
Insane civil disorder
Free yourself from the red dawn
The time is now
Era of total destruction has slowly begun
Yielding death none will survive
Order out of chaos the true will of the Beast
A life of desolation
Ten bleeding heats
One wicked mind
In spiritual sin
Their time is now
Era of total destruction has slowly begun
Yielding death none will survive
Order out of chaos the true will of the Beast
A life of desolation
Ten bleeding heats
One wicked mind
In spiritual sin
Their time is now
Famine
song performed by by Slayer from Diabolus In Musica
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It turns out that an eerie type of chaos can lurk just behind a facade of order -- and yet, deep inside the chaos lurks an even eerier type of order.
quote by Douglas Hostadter
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A Big Or Brief Poetry......!
Big or brief, what is poetry?
Poetry is......
Creating beauty out of blemish,
Making order out of disorder,
Producing meaning out of musical words,
Creating Universal truth out of trivialities,
Arranging points out of less known facts!
Is poetry just making rhythm and rhyme
Without meaning, life, force and taste,
Without free flowing musical words,
Without words of music, beauty, fun?
Poetry is free flowing river of words
With full of images, lively and lovely,
Transporting from this world to that world
Forgetting himself and readers here!
Just end rhyme is not enough to make it so;
Internal rhymes make music in rhythm
Making all enjoy music, meaning and ideas!
Poetry is the medium to say complex things
Not possible to say in other forms of language,
Saying unknown things using known things;
It is sound, substance, message and meaning!
And many more matters to many men in the world!
poem by Ramesh T A
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I Am Free, I Tell You So...
your hair is in disarray
nails are dirty
and just like your feelings
all those little things
that hang on your body
are in chaos,
i look at you and you stare at me
and i look back and you laugh
triumphant perhaps in what you are finally
from an ordered past to a
present pandemonium you come to me and
shout at me that you are free,
i wonder, is freedom actually chaos?
i am free too,
i have worked my freedom and earned it
i comb my hair
i trim my fingernails
i wash my body
i filter my thoughts
i put things in their
proper order
i exercise propriety
i choose my words,
i plan my day
i only buy what i need for the day
i write my diary
i decide what book to read
i weigh things
i throw away what destroys me
i don't put myself to danger
i protect myself
i defend what is right
i speak the truth
and i will tell you too,
' i am free! '
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Devo Has Feelings Too
Young hunks
Cyberpunks
And sweet things
Trying hard to change your luck
Baby thugs
Bad spuds
And mean things
Living for today or maybe even yesterday
Look around
Shakey ground
Do the right thing
In this world youre just a guest
Do it now
Times run out for the pig thing
Living for today stealing from tomorrow
Law and order puppets remote-controlled by greed
And tv preacher robots wont give you what you need
Use your head
Sidestep the traps
Snake through the chaos with a smooth noodle map
Besides the kings been dead
They blew off his head in 63
Big bucks
Energy sucks
And dumb things
Make it hard to live and breathe
Add it up
No matter what
Theres one thing
Living for today theres maybe no tomorrow
Subhuman bloodless leaders fed on lies and fear
And tv anchor news teams trim all we see and hear
Use your head
Sidestep the traps
Snake through the chaos with a smooth noodle map
Besides God isnt dead
Hes in your head
Right where he ought to be
song performed by by Devo
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Chaos in the midst of chaos isn't funny, but chaos in the midst of order is.
quote by Steve Martin
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An Absolute That's Never The Same
Someone has to believe.
As someone needs not to believe.
A equal balance.
Let order bring chaos.
And let chaos bring order.
Whether in what we believe in or believe not be true or rot.
It should not be measured by men of either of equal or unequal standards.
For a measurement now will change in 100 years.
How we go about it will change.
An absolute is nothing ever stays the same.
This is of course a oxymoron.
A contradiction in it's own terms.
But it does make it any less true.
Just the word I used isn't of the proper glue.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Rhythm Of Life
The rhythm of life is like an endless melody
and goes on regardless of where we might be.
Throughout the day and all during the night
it never stops tho’ it’s not obvious to sight.
When the sun rises and again when it sets
that rhythm of life all things never forgets.
With each coming and going to and fro
we’re all part of its main working show.
In birth and death as in growth and decay
all creatures have their moments of play.
In the heavens above and on the earth below
one after another they all must come and go.
With the ebb and flow of each wave in the ocean
it’s apparently like a ceaseless rhythmic motion;
tho’ they’re caused by the moon’s gravitational pull,
and is itself also subjected to being either new or full.
In the four seasons of the year and all the changes they bring,
as the earth revolves around the sun, affect every living thing.
By these regular distinct cycles each lasting its period of time
it’s a universal ongoing phenomenon and never ending rhyme.
Whether we like it or not it embraces us all in its sway
and our affairs in this world enjoy their night and day.
It makes order gradually come forth out of chaos it seems
and helps us all to survive and even realize some dreams.
We all have certain basic needs and so many wants or desires
and flowing with the rhythm of life all in harmony transpires.
If we have unnatural obsessions by which our mind is caught
then it’s freedom with a high price that is actually most sought.
This rhythm of life has an existence and power of its own
and all that does ever happen by it unmistakably is known.
When we become in tune with its reality and stay in touch
all that goes on in the world will be to our benefit as such.
poem by George Krokos
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MNchhausen
Just chaos!
Maybe he like to brag
Did he invent himself
He live 'till the end of time
Oh mnchhausen was a sun of a gun
He had his share of wild adventures
He rode the cannonball like no other man
And pulled himself up in the air
Just chaos!
Whether he liked to brag
He lives 'till the end of time
With his immortal lies
Oh mnchhausen took a trip to the moon
And beat the sultan and his navy
With a company containing just five
He gunned them down just by himself
Such a special baron man mnchhausen
He spread chaos around the world
Just chaos!
Maybe he liked...
song performed by by Ace Of Base
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Pie In The Sky
It takes photon power
And eight minutes of an hour
To make it to our sun
And I know it sounds weird
But itll take you four years
To make the next one
Expanding border
Thats the sauce
Of chaos
And thats an order
Thats an order
So stomp your feet
And clap your hands
Get out of your seat
And do a little dance
Lift up your voice
And sing with glee
Now listen carefully to me
Desert your quarters
Behold the pie in the sky
And thats an order
Thats an order
Thats an order [7x]
song performed by by Frank Black
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In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.
The Mad Man
there is this mad man on
the street carrying a lighted lamp
at midday
he screams that this world
is about to end
and people do not listen
he sometimes laughs at the top of his voice
when all of them are all gone
in the middle of the night
he sings the song of chaos
he gives the warning
but then the world is asleep and
numb,
the following morning you ask me about the mad man
how come that he screams, and lights a lamp during the day,
singing the songs of chaos
foretelling the doom of the world
i have no answer of course
but there is one thing i am sure of
it is about us not having understood him
a bit.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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