Illusion As Cure
what i saw was an illusion
of love, my thighs are cold
longing for
a temporary sun
that can give it heat
for a while
and survive this
loneliness of the flesh
that thwarts what is real
this
longing that forever detaches
me from
what i could have been
a calm pond
a determined river
a still tree
a star unmoved by the wind
and shining
in the depths of unfathomable darkness
there is always a way to dislodge
what poisons my being
and this is where the illusion of images come
and i embrace them
make love to each color and scent
sway with its form
and obey the commands of those curves
and softness
it is only momentary
when i am lost
takes a very shallow moment
when i am in
a trance
i come back again
to the touch of my own hands
like waking up and
looking around the room
feeling anew to the colors and thickness of the drapes
the softness of the green carpet
where i lay
my exhausted body
it is nighttime still when i open the window
the city lights glow
i am speaking silently
to the mouth of my body
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Room Is Your Room Now
i
my room is your room now
and my arms yours too
my lips are ready for your
warm kiss and you may
have them as yours
ii
for this house is your house
my body is your body
for my love is your love
and my longing is your longing too
iii
this is my heaven and it is yours too
all the angels sing for you
and they also sing for me
iv
you and me in this loneliness
you and me in this hapless mess
v
so i am a tree, a house, arms, lips and body
so i am heaven, room, and window and door
so i am open for you and so you are here with me
you are my guest and i am your host
there is no reason for you to be angry
and if you happen not to like it here
you may leave early the next morning
and please you do not have to say an angry word
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This is my body
This is my body that you see
It is beautiful carved by God’s hands
Smoothened by His breaths
You will love it and want to have it
To touch and caress
To be feasted upon by the hunger
Of your eyes and thirst of your lips
To be rubbed by the coldness of your body
Seeking the warmth of my flesh
This is my body that you will first see
But there is more in me than my body
This soul that seeks your soul
This beautiful soul that seeks the beauty of your soul
The hands of my spirit reaching out to your invisible hands
They have all for years been longing to clasp
My soul longing to be with your soul
So they can be together
To be fused with each other as one
To be happy and calm and perfect
To that final place where this body
Shies away because something more beautiful
Inside it shines and glows and becomes
So beautiful in all eternity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beauty
i agree what you say about inner beauty
the windows of your soul
through your eyes
to the secret chambers of your heart
holiness and peace
glow like burning fire in your head
as you evoke your presence
forgive me, but i am more tempted
as usual
to the external
the flesh that wraps your bones
the curves that travel around your body
the warmth of your arms
the softness of your touch
your lips
and breasts your thighs and groins
i see them more now as i kiss you
i am young. so young to see
to want these all.
i do not bother about your soul
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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beauty
i agree what you say about inner beauty
the windows of your soul
through your eyes
to the secret chambers of your heart
holiness and peace
glow like burning fire in your head
as you evoke your presence
forgive me, but i am more tempted
as usual
to the external
the flesh that wraps your bones
the curves that travel around your body
the warmth of your arms
the softness of your touch
your lips
and breasts your thighs and groins
i see them more now as i kiss you
i am young. so young to see to want these all.
i do not bother about your soul
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Remember...
I Remember…
I remember the brightest smile, the curves of her face, the feel of her hair
I remember the depths of her eyes, windows unto her soul
I remember the softness of her hand, the intensity of her embrace
I remember the heat of her breath, the passion of her kiss
I remember her lingering touch, her scent, her taste
I remember stealing her laughter, wiping her tears
I remember the joy of discovery, the sadness of loss
I Remember…
poem by Kevin Gildea
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His fingers are strong and determined
And when he loves you
He chases, and follows you wherever you go
Like a river flowing like a brown river flooding
Scurrying its way to the mouth
Of the sea
Taking the least of resistance
But if obstructed
Like the river
There will be an overflowing
A strong raging of the waters
Of his fury
Taking everything
Houses trees fowls
Children, men, and women
And boulders
And lands
Those that block his way
His arms embrace you
And he suffocates you with the pungent odor
Of his masculine love
He breathes deeply saving all his strength
He holds you tight
His chiseled muscled body pressed
Against yours
He bends he stands he kneels he bends
Again he bows to you
Touches you from the
Tip of your toe
To the tip of you
Hair and he surveys
Every inch of
Your flesh-territories
Obeys your wishes
Takes your command
And your desires
In full obeisance
Like a slave
He breathes deeply taking the strengths
Of a hundred bulls
He breathes in the force of the forests
And the trees
And taking all the grace in you
He thrusts at you like a storm
A strong wind
You are at the center of his power
You are loved you are not destroyed
You are one beautiful weakness giving in
To this force his strength his thrusts
And when this coiling
These bombardments
These lovely conquests
Are over
As he eats whatever
He needs to make
His fill
Of your love
Famished as he is
To his longings
Of you
Like an overfed boa
He lies next to you
His eyes gentle
His hands so tender
Resting on your breast
Caressing your thighs like a soft wind
A soft breeze from the green trees of the valleys
His lips to your nipples
You are warm and wet
In so sweet still warm embrace
It is over
He is exhausted
And you are
Satiated.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Passion of a Man
His fingers are strong and determined
And when he loves you
He chases, and follows you wherever you go
Like a river flowing like a brown river flooding
Scurrying its way to the mouth
Of the sea
Taking the least of resistance
But if obstructed
Like the river
There will be an overflowing
A strong raging of the waters
Of his fury
Taking everything
Houses trees fowls
Children, men, and women
And boulders
And lands
Those that block his way
His arms embrace you
And he suffocates you with the pungent odor
Of his masculine love
He breathes deeply saving all his strength
He holds you tight
His chiseled muscled body pressed
Against yours
He bends he stands he kneels he bends
Again he bows to you
Touches you from the
Tip of your toe
To the tip of you
Hair and he surveys
Every inch of
Your flesh-territories
Obeys your wishes
Takes your command
And your desires
In full obeisance
Like a slave
He breathes deeply taking the strengths
Of a hundred bulls
He breathes in the force of the forests
And the trees
And taking all the grace in you
He thrusts at you like a storm
A strong wind
You are at the center of his power
You are loved you are not destroyed
You are one beautiful weakness giving in
To this force his strength his thrusts
And when this coiling
These bombardments
These lovely conquests
Are over
As he eats whatever
He needs to make
His fill
Of your love
Famished as he is
To his longings
Of you
Like an overfed boa
He lies next to you
His eyes gentle
His hands so tender
Resting on your breast
Caressing your thighs like a soft wind
A soft breeze from the green trees of the valleys
His lips to your nipples
You are warm and wet
In so sweet still warm embrace
It is over
He is exhausted
And you are
Satiated.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take This Longing
Many men have loved the bells
You fastened to the rein,
And everyone who wanted you
They found what they will always want again.
Your beauty lost to you yourself
Just as it was lost to them.
Oh take this longing from my tongue,
Whatever useless things these hands have done.
Let me see your beauty broken down
Like you would do for one you love.
Your body like a searchlight
My poverty revealed,
I would like to try your charity
Until you cry, now you must try my greed.
And everything depends upon
How near you sleep to me
Just take this longing from my tongue
All the lonely things my hands have done.
Let me see your beauty broken down
Like you would do for one your love.
Hungry as an archway
Through which the troops have passed,
I stand in ruins behind you,
With your winter clothes, your broken sandal straps.
I love to see you naked over there
Especially from the back.
Oh take this longing from my tongue,
All the useless things my hands have done,
Untie for me your hired blue gown,
Like you would do for one that you love.
Youre faithful to the better man,
Im afraid that he left.
So let me judge your love affair
In this very room where I have sentenced
Mine to death.
Ill even wear these old laurel leaves
That hes shaken from his head.
Just take this longing from my tongue,
All the useless things my hands have done,
Let me see your beauty broken down,
Like you would do for one you love.
Like you would do for one you love.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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The eye of silence
My eyes were ringed with darkness
And the dew of sadness
Blanketed my genes.
Your words of love
Were on the left angle of my lips.
I wanted you to be able
To continue this story of love,
But the chestnut leafs yellowed
So dramatically in autumn,
The wind really tortured itself
In the cold air
And the cold penetrated forever
The spine of my loneliness.
Only with you
I have seen the unseen
And I understood
The meaning of unmeaning.
Only you can make love
To have a deep sense.
You became my cherished memory,
My longing aches
Inside my wet polished stone,
Seemingly shining
In the wave of my life river.
My eyes of silence
Drip the tears of time
I still close them in deep moments
To feel my existence.
I open them again
Into another world.
I see the birds flying and I understand
That my spiritual flight must be
Upwardly sensed forever.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Has the woman arrived?
I have seen her picture, the one you are proud of
She is indeed beautiful
With long, brownish curly hair
Her smile is longing for you
It is moist
And warm
When was the last time you kissed her?
Two years, four, five
Or even one
It is such a long time
And you said you were crazy for her
Her neck entwined to yours
Her nails buried subcutaneously to your soul
Her sweat immersed to your
Chest hair and whirling in your
Masculine nipples
Captured
Your tongues twist like snakes in heat
In some isolated swamps
In your two mouths
You surely miss those thoughts of her
And she comes back to you
Like a breeze in the sea
And you wait
Here she comes. Hold your breath
Be kind enough. Use your fingers like tendrils to her
Vines. Be cautious, she is fragile, too glassy.
Lift her like
An expensive Chinese porcelain.
Then break her so gently
She will ask for it
Through the welcomes of her eyes
Like hands saying
Come to me come to me
Break me gently
Break me gently
I am closing my eyes I am spreading my self to this universe
She gleams in fading lights.
And you will be her strong darkness to blend
The colors of love, desire, lust, longing,
Love and lust, lust and love.
Feel her, dissolve in her softness
Your tenderness now diffused.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer....
smile,
stand there,
look at the
outside world,
go back to
your room
lay your body
in bed,
put your hands
on the side
of your body,
feel the softness
of the linen,
close your eyes,
sip the silence
of the room,
do not disturb
it with your
sound......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For Emma
If it were not for God
You could have found yourself at
The center of the
Altar of my being
You are my sun
When my moon left me
Extreme darkness
You are the river
Flowing to my life
Your soft sound
Of the flowing waters
Made me raise
All my goldfishes
In my own little garden
You are the center flower
And all the morning sunshine
That I can take shall all be yours
All my days shall talk about you
And I shall write
About all
About you
My last love
My lust
My moaning nights
A warm sweet scented blanket
You are my everyday longing
My quiver
My soundest sleep
Of such soft pillow
Inside a night of
Loving dreams
I am insatiable
Your white body on those black nights
Sparked a meteor
Into my vast universe
Your love
Moans
And I shall be
The wildest hunter for saber-tigers
In the safari
It is you,
After all these years
The queen
Who gave an extension
To my ending life
Another day
For better health
As you shall grow in my heart
You shall be forever
Unfathomable,
Ungrasped,
Untitled
You are my force-softness
Combined
My singing silence
My beating drum
My chant
Forever tireless
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Is All That Matters
(eric carmen)
Lost in a dance
Waiting for the chance
All I really needed was to love you
Night after night
Searchin for the light
You saved me
You gave me something I could feel
Love is all that matters
Faithful and forever
Keepin us together
Love is all we need
Prisoner of illusion
Sentence is suspended
Loneliness is ended
Love has set me free
Dreams from the past
Comin true at last
Never noticed how my life was changing
Now I can see
All that love can be
You saved me
You gave me
Something that was real
Love is all that matters
Faithful and forever
Keepin us together
Love is all we need
Prisoner of illusion
Sentence is suspended
Loneliness is ended
Love has set me free
Love is all that matters
Faithful and forever
Keepin us together
Love is all we need
Prisoner of illusion
Sentence is suspended
Loneliness is ended
Love has set me free
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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A Morning Flash
it comes as a flash.
A body.
At first it is just lines and curves.
There is no minding at all
about anything else.
Then follows the scent that
compliments
its newly acquired
existence
its desirability enhanced
by the warmth
of morning hues
by the window of the house.
The scent brings in some
memories of
youth
some places of the heart
like a grassy hill
and an
abandoned hut
faraway.
After a while it is not just
the body
but the tongue
and palms.
The mind starts to creep in
like a cloud
and sunshine from
the south.
IT demands something more
It is not just these memories
and feelings
those touches of hues
and colors and
scents
and eventually taste.
And then the movement.
It coils around you
This psyche
This soul and then you go deeper
into a form
of regret.
This is not the body that you like
But the lines and curves
of some long forgotten
circumstances that want to be
repeated
too often
but can never be
Because there is only one body
one soul
and it is not there
anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Time Runs Fast To A Person Who Loves
when you love
you give it all, like you take all your senses for the one you love
and then you surrender
love takes all you have
while you just wait and see how everything in you is taken away
you shall experience pain
temporarily during the taking of everything you have
and when everything is taken away
you become so light and so empty
again that is temporary
time runs too fast
the clock ticks
its hands run like an overspeeding car on the freeway
then love comes back to you
full of longing and full of everything
for you
you become so full again
feeling better
and you want to give away everything again
on this day
on the other days to come
because of love, you love and always you have known
what giving is
what giving everything away means
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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to Lucasta from the modern day Richard Lovelace
Lucasta my love
the best of all is the love of self
honour not anymore
outlawed is war
and to go there
i shall not
go shall i
to the softness of thy rosy-pink breasts
lick shall i
your white body & thighs
love that is all that
to thyself give
this lust and thrusts
what more?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Star Light River
Star Light river how beautiful you are
With your unforgettable sunset on the river's edge
The colors of orange, gold, pink and red
Tiny little violets growing here and there
Then the stars come out lighting up the waterfront
Looking like tiny diamonds moving in their very own private dance
The lights of the city add to the glow
There is nothing more beautiful than the river's flow
The river that I have always called Star Light river
If only it could talk I'll bet it could tell us so many secrets
About love and life; I know that I love to sit and take in its beauty
It has such a peace that I enjoy
When I am feeling sad
I feel that it really understands
My very inner thoughts and I am not really alone
What a beautiful friend to have
It never deserts me
It is always there. I love you Star Light river
I promise I will be back to watch your very own private dance
Remembering my stories of love and romance
poem by Alma Jean Epps
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Disregarding The Bed...
in going back to the tradition of
my lowly fathers
to get some sleep
one sometimes must disregard
the elitism of the bed
and have the humble unity with
the floors' embrace...
there will be no pillows
except the softness of your
conscience,
there will be no blankets
except your pure thoughts
for the night
there will be no light
except the glow of your soul
the rest around you
that keeps you warm and
guides you to the entrance door
of trance and sleep
is the hope that the darkness of this world
does not
last forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The carpet walks back
The carpet walks back
into the room
but you are already gone
to yellowwood floors
on which your feet tread softly
and on which I walked a time ago.
Your image disintegrates,
but not the longing
and the cold wind sneaking in
through the window
is an uninvited guest
in my room
that feels like a sanctuary
where you were once.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Caveman Head
Feel my body breathing in
Touch the softness of my skin...
I am very beautiful
I can be so beautiful...
I am very beautiful
I could be successful...
My hands are moving
My feet are tied
Watch the way my hair falls down
See the way my hair falls down
I am very beautiful
I can be so beautiful
Touch the softness of my skin
Feel my body breathing in
My hands are moving
My feet are tied
My eyes are closing
My mouth is wide
I will let you touch me
If you want to touch me
song performed by by Eurythmics
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