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I Keep A Place Where Everything Is Neither Sacred Nor Mundane

it is a place where
what i touch i can touch
where what i smell i can smell
with all freedom
where i can undress and look at my body
and see for myself the innermost chamber of my heart
where my soul sings for me the real songs of my life

there is a pond there
where i lay myself down where i can stare at myself
through the eyes of my being
at peace

the pond is a mirror where i can view the whole of my world
its face without any wrinkle its body without any ripple

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To The Other World

try standing naked by this mirror
see yourself to every detail
look closer to your eyes
count the waves of your eyelashes
open your mouth and see how many teeth you have
all white, pure white lining up on your pink gums
feel your lips with your fingertips
feel the pulp the flesh of the lower lip
to the upper lip
touch your hair
do not imagine them all black
closely they are not at all
move a little bit closer and see your body
this beautiful human body
flesh, contours, curves, some muscles
the whole of your skin wrapping
everything in your body holding them all
nothing falls, on this erect body, this
god before you, standing steel-like with dignity
in front of the mirror
do not claim you have seen your soul with your eyes
do not lie
be honest to yourself now,
alone, you are alone, do not imagine
any god, any soul, any spirit,
just be honest,
touch your body with your hands
feel the joy of having this body
your body, pinch a part of it to feel
not pain, but just to feel that you are alive,

do you ever ask what made these parts stay as one?
look again at the mirror of this stature
your body, it is you, touching your body

take a hammer, and destroy the mirror
shatter everything to pieces

this is the world without a mirror
there is nothing to reflect you now
nothing to imagine, it is you, the real you

do you ever ask now, where is that other world?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Facing Myself

do not ask me who i am
whether i have understood this self so well
or yourself

we always reason out
about the mysteries that surround our beings

i will give no answer
silent as a zipper

i close the door of my mouth
and go inside my esophagus

this slimy self that wants to be out
but cannot

in the mirror however
like the sun with so much light

i face myself and
check

this is beautiful i tell myself
i repeat it many times

i close the window of my soul
not wanting that you hear

any of these dialogues
this narcissism of the self unto itself

in the pond of my eyes
the mirror that shows what reflection is there

of the soul to the body
the body that is warm and touched

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our World

The humming bird stood still
and raised it's wings waiting.

I drew my breath
and gave a gentle breeze
and it flew away.

A ripple from a dropped leaf
lands gently on the pond
and wavy sweet
rows flow
making tiny circles
to the center of the pond.

I touch a single rose
and it purrs.
.
I draw my breath
and exhale
deep into your lungs;

where mix
all things
between us.

All life is touch
and breaths offered.

All life
is gentle given
or badly rough.

All life is mixed
between the us
and the not us.

These exchanges
make up
what we know
as the World.

Be a gentle breather
not the badly rough.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Key to The Mind

You have given me the key to your mind
Oh, how I thought you so kind

I look in the mirror to see your face
As my heart fills with discrace

I see you standing there
As your eyes they stair

I know you are gone
But my heart still sings it's sad song

I know you have left me to be alone
But yet I can still smell your cologne

I see your eyes as they burn into my soul
Making my heart a simmering coal

I know you have betrayed me
yet still the truth I do not see

I loved you as a babe his mother
But you only pretended to be my lover

So now as I look in the mirror I see your eyes
And I look to the skys

I look in the mirror and seemy own tears
That will wash away my fears

For now I look in the mirror and only see me
For I have finally destroyed your key

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The Touch Of

The Touch of Your Kiss
A Touch of Your Hand
The touch of your Soft Hair
A Touch of Your Beautiful Eyes
The feel of your hair touching My Face
The Sweet smell of rain that touches Your Soul
A soft touch of a babies skin
Touch of our hearts since we met
The Touch of your smile
A Touch of your love is all I Really Need.

By Charles Kuehnle AkA xxwhitestallionx

poem by Charles Kuehnle
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My Heart Sings

My heart sings.
My heart sings the songs of happiness.
My heart sings the songs of joy.
My heart sings the songs of peace.
My heart sings the songs of the Blues.
My heart sings the songs of the Gospel.
My heart sings the songs of good news.
My heart cries a melody for all to hear.
My heart sings the harmonies of love.
My heart sings a song of beauty
that comes from the Thorne Birds
just before they die.
My heart sings songs to keep me alive.
My heart sings songs for as long as it beats.
My heart sings forever.
My heart sings haluwasa.
My heart sings.

poem by Jennifer Burns
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A Place Of Solitude

Everyone has a place of solitude
where the world cannot invade.
Where we can sit in silence
and enjoy our own thoughts
away from everyone.
A park bench by a pond
dedicated to someone
who liked the view.
A church pew
where people sit
and ask god to see them through.
Everyone has their own place
that gives them peace of mind.
A place to rest their weary body
and leave
the rest of the world behind.
Their own space
a place of solitude.

4 May 2008

poem by David Harris
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Let's Make A Night To Remember

I love the way ya look tonight
With your hair hangin' down on your shoulders
I love the way ya dance that slow sweet tango
The way ya do everything but talk
And how ya stare at me with those undress me eyes
And your breath on my body makes me warm inside

Chorus

Let's make out - let's do something amazing
Let's do something that's all the way
Cuz I've never touched somebody like the way I touch your body
Now I never want to let your body go...

Let's make a night - to remember
From January - to December
Let's make love - to excite us
A memory - to ignite us
Let's make honey baby - soft and tender
Let's make sugar darlin' - sweet surrender
Let's make a night - to remember - all life long

I love the way ya move tonight
Beads of sweat drippin down your skin
Me lying here - you lyin' there
Our shadows on the wall and our hands everywhere

Chorus

I think about ya all the time
Can't you see you drive me outta my mind
Well I'm never holdin' back again
Ya I never want this night to end
Cuz I've never touched somebody like the way I touch your body
Now I never want to let your body go...

song performed by by Bryan Adams from 18 Til I Die
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Green Eyes Blue

Waking with warmth in my heart and your golden body next to me
A smile on my face morning upon morning
Minds eye scanning memory of every touch, sound, sight of you
The feel of your arms around me, the sweet smell of your breath
And from above…searching me, are your Green Eyes Blue

Eager new flavors, smells and touches brings new joy
Desire for love and hunger for flesh bring these gloves off to touch you
Lips wet and breathes quiver and our legs tangled tight
I want for nothing but your Green Eyes Blue

This woman is awakened by your touch and inspired by your goodness
The fire once thought dead now stoked by your careful hands
Beautiful man of mine holding my heart as we are afloat in this life
I am safe with you beside me as we become lost in each other
My heart is lost in your Green Eyes Blue

poem by Ellie Cook
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Touch Too Much

It was one of those nights
When you turned out the lights
And everything comes into view
She was taking her time
I was losing my mind
There was nothing that she wouldnt do
It wasnt the first
It wasnt the last
She knew we was making love
I was so satisfied
Deep down inside
Like a hand in a velvet glove
Chorus:
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Too much for my body, too much for my brain
This kind of womans gonna drive me insane
Shes got a touch, a touch too much
She had the face of an angel
Smiling with sin
A body of venus with arms
Dealing with danger
Stroking my skin
Let the thunder and lightening start
It wasnt the first
It wasnt the last
It wasnt that she didnt care
She wanted it hard
And wanted it fast
She liked it done medium rare
Chorus
Seems like a touch, touch too much
You know its much too much, much too much
I really want to feel your touch too much
Girl you know youre getting me much too much
Seems like a touch
Just a dirty little touch
I really need your touch
Cause youre much too much too much
Chorus

song performed by by AC-DC
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Living Life To The Fullest....

did you run away from yourself?
for how many years now?
are you happy on this?
are your feet still under your control?
do your eyes still make those tears?
do you still figure out the message from those stars?
do you still believe that there are those who never cease loving you?
are you peaceful now?
do you commit your self to another despite the pain?
do you shy away from those who keep on hurting you?
do you love yourself?
do you continue knowing yourself?
do you like being alone now?
do you know what songs are found on those beaks from white seagulls?
do you hum the songs of your soul?
is your soul and body synchronized?
do you like to quit?
if you do, please do not proceed.
there is no use.
the questions keep popping out
like those lotuses blooming on the pond
like those mushrooms on the rotten haystacks
after the thunder and the rain.

have peace, do not mind.
live the moment
for there are really no clear-cut answers
to life that is lived
to its fullest.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Back to Where I Belong

my body and i never meet eye to eye
the former always playing the other out
usually we go our own way doing each own business
so that sometimes we hardly recognise each other
a wrinkle has clawed its way through the side of the eyes
and it is not even telling me, keeping it as an open secret
so stealthily it always gets itself of me so near my eyes
and i am not even told
my friend alerted me but still i could not see myself
until i borrowed a mirror, yes the mirror seems
more helpful but still i could not see until i borrow
this pair of eyes snugly placed below the brows
yes, that's when the body is most generous
only then did i get to see the way it has tore through
my face, eagle flying, through the sky of fifty years
clawing at the core of my soul now, at my ego!
it is okay, one day my friend, these eyes
and even this body, my other friend, will bid me goodbye
one day they will all be gone leaving me alone in
a spot of of nirvana meditation where all the borrowed selves
take their leave, leaving me in a spot of nirvana

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Am A Piece Of Broken Man

do you see me? what do you really see?
do you see this piece of broken man?

his spine bowed to the earth
because it has a huge burden on his back
his face with rugged lines, his jaw somehow dislocated,
the bones of his body unsymmetrical,
his flesh rotting, his skin unable to hold some parts of his
broken body, his nose does not smell the sweet perfume
of the good life, his tongue attuned to the bitterness of his past,
his lips crack with the present catastrophies,
it has not defined the kiss of life,
he cannot look up now to the bright skies
and marvel upon the wonders of creation,
the nature of green and red
the scent of peach and apples and roses
the taste of honey,

look at him, look at me, this piece of a broken man,
i am not your imagination

i am you. you must look at me again, stare at me.
give me your hand, so i can be warm again,
so my blood starts to run again, it is you, and you alone,

who can make me rise.
i am no other man. I am you.

help me. help yourself.
this is the real picture of the man
in the mirror of your eyes
in that secret chambers of your heart.

help yourself. help me.
we shall rise.we are one.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Not For Me

Not for me she said
I don’t want to end up
like my mother
I want to reach out

and touch real life
and not end up
some man’s wife
and be endlessly

at his beck and call
and she sat
by the pond
looking over

to the other side
where the woods were dense
and reached out
and touched your hand

and you wondered
if there were still fish
in the pond
and if when

you brought your rod
the following day
you’d catch any
and you liked the way

the sunlight caught
the pond’s skin
and she said
I want to feel

being alive
feel the electric of life
run through my veins
and she leaned over

and kissed you
and placed her hand
between your thighs
and touched the hardness

of your crotch
and you said
do you know how big
the fish was

that got away
when I fished here last?

And she said
no but I know how big
the one I’ve caught is
and laughed

and released her hand
and gave you one
of her stares with her
large passionate eyes

and you noticed
a lone big bird in black
moving across
the bright blue skies.

poem by Terry Collett
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Unwitting

I would run away
except I have no place to run
except to you.

I would fade to dim
except
your light
keeps me in view.

My eyes cast down
certain days
but you have
mirrors
on my ground
and they my eyes
re-direct.

I take a match
to flame my aching soul
and your ocean pond
would not hear of it.

I've talked of leaving life
and you put it before me
and I can't.

I sit down
my head in my hands
and hear you whisper
a tiny centimeter
away
and my whole body
feels light again.

This you do for me
everyday
most times
un-knowing
that you do
by
just reaching out
in your natural way
saving my life
unwittingly
each day.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Smell of your Body

In this soil-at every public street of the town
Smell of your body has mixed.
You have gone away to unknown far reaching way
Will not you return-will not you talk?
In this soil- air, at every known way
Smell of your body is still mixed up.
The last days are only memory now
Revealed movement of new comer there
Memory! Need much to know you.

poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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Out My Window

Looking out the window to see the world
The many trees, the birds, Squirrels, the cars
Mother nature's beauty just on the other side
Wishing I could go out and breathe the air
Trapped inside, getting the cabin fever
Health will not let me out
To walk on the grass, smell the flowers
Enjoy the sounds around
The outside world moving like I don't exist
Please a few minutes out before the cold gets me
I live for the touch of grass and dirt between my toes
The smell of rain in the air, birds a flying
No me stuck in this big old chair, gazing out
Wishing to be young to run around
My body so old and dying, where did my time go
When young, mom couldn't keep me in
Football, baseball, hide and seek, I will not peek
Bike rides, skateboards, walks so endlessly around the block
How time has changed, when did I get old
The view out this window brings fond memories
I wish I could go thru it, escape to the their world
Older I get the more I want out
Body creaking, aches and pains, use your brains
Enjoy it form inside, someday you'll get out
Window be my friend and open up
To feel the breeze and smell the air
For it makes me young again

poem by Michael Peterson
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Mcgin Sonata

Mother dearest
You live inside of my heart
And inside my heart I made a special place, just for you
So that you could live inside of my heart and be left in peace
Mother dearest
You don't have to worry about pollution and violence
Because there is no pollution or violence inside of my
Heart
Mother dearest
You are now an angel with wings
And inside of my heart you can fly
Mother dearest
Inside of my heart
I created a garden for you so that you could smell the flowers any time That you like
Mother dearest
You can sleep near that pond there
Because near the pond it is always cooler than in the garden
Mother dearest
I forgot to tell you about the sky inside of my heart
In that sky you will see stars that
Shine like diamonds
Mother dearest
I will always love you
From the botton of my heart

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Mcgimn Sonata

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Don't Tell Me You're Not In Love

(Tony Colton/Kim Willams/Bobby Wood)
I know you're ready you show all the signs
Your eyes sparkle oh how they shine
But you keep saying you can't take another heartache
The way you hold me the way that you move
Your feelings keep showing through
You can't hide it it's written all over your face
Don't tell me you're not in love
When your heart beats like it does
You trembling body tells on you
Each time we touch
You can tell you're afraid
I am too and that's okay
I got eyes I can see
Baby don't tell me you're not in love
Sweet love songs bring you to tears
Come on baby don't hide your fear
Let your lips say what your heart already knows
Your denial is last thing to fall
The only brick left holding the wall
Don't hold back speak with your heart and your soul
Don't tell me you're not in love
When your heart beats like it does
You trembling body tells on you
Each time we touch
You can tell you're afraid
I am too and that's okay
I got eyes I can see
Baby don't tell me you're not in love

song performed by by George Strait
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I Keep A Place Where Everything Is Neither Sacred Nor Mundane

Related quotes

To The Other World

Facing Myself

Our World

The Key to The Mind

The Touch Of

My Heart Sings

A Place Of Solitude

Let's Make A Night To Remember

Green Eyes Blue

Touch Too Much

Living Life To The Fullest....

Back to Where I Belong

I Am A Piece Of Broken Man

Not For Me

Unwitting

Smell of your Body

Out My Window

Mcgin Sonata

Mcgimn Sonata

Don't Tell Me You're Not In Love

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