Innocence
hopefully it shall be your
last pose
beside an old Thai wall
that separate
the pure from the prude
the promiscuous from those
still wanting to be one
without thinking of any
possibility of unrest
or regret
now i must shed off my
hypocrisy
like a black coat on a warm weather
in this tropical part of
the world
i must accept, i am seduced
and i am throwing all my education away
naked, i plunge into the river of
my own destruction
now, the arms of oblivion shall embrace me
and history shall erase
the name that i have embossed
in the sands of my own
time
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For I Have Become Murky
i am the river beside you and you are the woman
wanting to go naked and take a bath in my mouth
while wading you think of the calmness of the
a pond, some petals of roses, air showered with
white magnolias,
i am the river beside you and my ripples are tongues.
i move around loving every part of you.
and you tiptoe and wriggle and sing for i am winding
you take the plunge and you search for my heart
the warmth of my floor and the comfort of my banks
the tickles of my fish, the power of my pebbles
you feel that i own you now and you want some more
wanting to stay and savor the embrace of my foams
at noon the sun comes at the height of its brightness
you realize the mistake & you stand and dress yourself
you never want to be a part of me for i have become murky
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Not Having the Power
What has been done...
I took it personal.
Thinking of myself too much at times.
Wanting more to give...
With less I have prejudged,
That you will from me accept.
And not caring at all,
If you need sometimes to step away.
Not only from me.
But all the chaos, confusion and hypocrisy.
It's all over the place.
And I find myself wishing I could erase it!
What has been done...
I took it personal.
Believing I'm some God's gift to the World.
Like a Mother Teresa,
With patience to listen to everyone...
From Alaska to Bangladesh!
Hugging those I meet,
As I trek from Juno...
To rowboat alone across the Bay of Bengal.
Arriving to find I have not enough to give,
To those in Chittagong.
Awaiting the treasures I have promised.
And my eyes fill with tears.
I get upset,
Regretting that it shows.
What has been done...
I took it personal.
Thinking of myself too much at times.
Wanting more to give...
With less I have prejudged,
That you will from me accept.
Not caring at all,
If you need sometimes to step away.
Not only from me.
But all the chaos, confusion and hypocrisy.
And that has to disturb you...
As much as it does me.
And I apologize...
For not having the power,
To remove that from your heart,
Or your eyes...
Or the lives of those I love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Venus
'Venus! It's you! '
'You recognize me? '
'Anywhere! Is that your Meryl Streep look? '
'Very funny.'
'How did you get here? '
'Why, I took the train. It's the fastest way, you know.'
'But you're naked! '
'Oh, so I am. One should always travel comfortably, I believe.'
'You can't just go walking around town naked! -
not in January, anyway. Even you! '
'Don't be such a prude.'
'I'm not a prude! You'll catch pneumonia. You'll get arrested! '
'Nobody complained.'
'Look-you can wear your clothes lightly, but you can't go naked.'
'In my part of the world everybody does.'
'You're too much. That was a long time ago. Things change! '
'What do you mean, change? '
'Well, nowadays we've got-
'Got what? ...'
'Religion!
'Humbuggery! All of it! Forget it! '
'What! How can you say that? '
'Easy. Religion owes its very existence to me. You sound like someone else I know. Let me tell you.....
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Why My Parents Left Their Home
He stood alone upon the beach
Thinking of his wife and child
Of the future that lies ahead
For his Family he loved so well
If he stayed on the tropical isle
His wife and son would not be world wise
But if he took them both away
To the land of the long white cloud
He would give his son an education
One he never had
A better life
A better dream
Waiting for all who dreamed
But looking at the life he lead
Working of the land
Feeding, clothing, planting, harvesting
Was a good life to have?
But it was education for his son
Something he yearned to have
And as he stood upon the shores
Staring at the gleaming sands
It was then he had decided
To say farewell to this tropical land
poem by Kaila George
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We Are Converging
Wanting to be heard.
Wanting to be valued.
Wanting to be acknowledged.
Wanting to sustain a way of life...
Fading.
To emerge once again and surge.
Wanting to be admired.
Wanting most to be thought as best!
Wanting to imprint an impression...
That conflicts and unrest,
Did not from them initiate...
The perpetuating of protests.
Nor did the rise of destruction, fear and insecurities...
Leave this world in a chaotic mess.
We are converging!
And peace...
Will be the final test.
Many want.
Many wish.
Many hope to fill all hearts with love.
Instead of a digressive emptiness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Neuromancer
Age of destruction
Age of oblivion
Age of destruction
Age of oblivion
Discovered love,
In the rancid days of ruin
My bodys sweatin toxins,
Of my own demise
Only from space, can you see
How much earth is burning
Smokin out the innocense inside
The child
Its the age of destruction
In a world of corruption
Its the age of destruction
And they hand us oblivion
Neuromancer and Im trancing
Im the neuromancer--and Im trancing
Man wallows in his insatiable greed
More in the answer that sweats
From desparate palms
Turn on the lies, the secrets,
Of our desolation,
Or be smothered, by the red hot core
Its the age of destruction,
In a world of corruption
Its the age of destruction
And they hand us oblivion
The neuromancer and Im trancing
Im the neuromancer and Im trancing
Im the neuromancer--Im trancing
Trancing
Trancing
And Im trancing
Denied love in the age of ruin
Suicide toxins of my own demise
In cyberspace, you know how much
The earth aint learning
Smoking out the man, inside the child--yeah
Its the age of destruction
In a world of corruption
Its the age of destruction
And they hand us oblivion
The neuromancer and Im trancing
Im the neuromancer and Im trancing
Neuromancer--trancing
Neuromancer--trancing
Neuromancer--trancing
Neuromancer
Age of destruction
Age of the neuromancer
Age of destruction
Age of oblivion
Age of destruction
Age of the neuromancer
song performed by by Billy Idol
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The Naked Truth
I shed my garments of hypocrisy,
i shed my cloaks of hypocrisy,
abroad, i walked naked amongst men,
indoors, i walked naked amongst kinsmen,
yes, all have seen my nakedness and seen my shame,
yes, i have suffered debasement by my inferiors,
henceforth, i stand clothed with my integrity, knowledge and wisdom,
yes, i have been exalted by the knowledge that i stand sovereign amidst men alike,
yea, there can be none like me,
ever again!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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BENDER IN VERMOUTH...by talile ali
HOW I LOVE WAKING UP
WITH YOU NAKED IN BED
MAKES ME VERY HAPPY
SEEING YOU INSTEAD
BODY MOVING AS YOU BREATH
DEEP IN YOUR HEAD
GOT ME WANTING, HUNTING
DEEP INSIDE YOUR SHED
REACHING OUT AND TOUCHING YOU
YOU TURN TOWARDS ME
EMBRACE ME WITH YOUR ARMS
YOUR LIPS ARE OPEN TO ME
AS I DELVE INTO
YOUR WARM DESIRING S
MOIST AND SMOOTH AND THROBBING
TILL I START TO SING
I CAN'T HELP HOW MUCH I FEEL
THIS THING YOU DO
MAGICAL AND FRIGHTENING
AS YOU START TO SCREW
TAKE ME TO YOUR MINDS DESIRE
I'M ALL IN
MAKE INTO SOMETHING SPECIAL
WHAT I NEVER BEEN
NAKED IN MY BED
YOU ARE A GIFT FOR SURE
LOVING ME WOMAN
KNOWS MY LOVIN'S SO GOOD
MAKING SURE SHE LOOKS
REAL WELL UNDER MY HOOD
STARTING SOMETHING THAT SHE KNOWS
THAT'S EQUALLY GOOD
poem by Talile Ali
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The Sands Of Time
From the beginning of this own world,
man has shed a million tears.
Tears for the pain they've had
in their lives and for all the
wasted years.
But the saddest tears that
ever fell, fell not from
just any man's eyes. But
they were shed by my Savior
and they stained The Sands Of Time.
And as the Father looked upon His
Son, He had to turn His face away.
And as Jesus hung upon that cross,
He gave His all for us that day.
And as the tears ran down His face,
as He cried, mixed with the blood
that flowed from His side. Oh what
a sacrifice of love and it stained
The Sands Of Time.
Oh yes it stained The Sands Of Time.
It stained The Sands Of Time.
The blood that was shed for a lost
and dying world, oh yes it stained
The Sands Of Time, of time.
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Scarred People
one rainy day
the scarred people
decide to take the plunge
on the murky river
they go naked
not for anything else
but to simply see who got
most of the scars
from their faces
to their feet
someone wins of course
his scars look like snakes and
centipedes
practically naked he looks like
a leopard
yet he is the most gentle person
of them all
they take their plunge into the murky river
following where the flood
may finally hide.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Its So Hard To Say Goodbye
(camerron/hawkshaw)
Its so hard to say goodbye
Because my heart just cant stop loving you
Its so hard to say goodbye
And let you go, my love
Love colors your world in ever blending shades
But where is there to run to
When the coloring fades
Im lost in the void, a lonely black charade
Love changes into sadness like a raging cascade
Im so afraid to lose you
I cant accept the truth although Ive tried
I need you all the time
Its so hard to say goodbye
Because I know Ill go on wanting you
Its so hard to say goodbye
But what else can I do
What else can I do
I know we must part to go our separate ways
But how can I be sure of just how much of me stays
When deep inside I need you
No matter what I tell myself, its true
I need you all the time
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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In His Mind
he knows now why he
goes beyond the decency
of love, those clean hands
touching, acceptable by
those who want to be
with all of the kind people here,
he looks back in time
when the moss was not in the
stones yet on the river
love was not there
there were no traces of its
steps
there was no trace of a cat
or bird
there were no words for no one
nothing speaks about affection
and acceptance
he once kissed love
and love shuts out saying it is over
there is no design
no architecture for a comfortable dwelling
he gets away from this dream
goes inside a room and goes out of the door
walks on the street that is dark and narrow
there are people without names
there half-naked and ready
to embrace whatever he brings
now he is at home
and there is no more regret
no comparison for what ought to
be that merely gives
him pain
beyond love of course
is the colorful and scented
lust that gives him temporary
relief from twisted faces
and bodies that desired and loved so well
in his mind
that he never once touched
ever because it cannot be embraced
by the arms of possibility
without him being burned.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The History Teacher
Woman!
Where exactly
Did you put me
In the women's history?
Am I History?
Or a part of it?
And for how long you are lacking me in;
Between
Your History,
Women's History, and
Your archives?
Does time make sense to you
As a History teacher or
As a History professor?
Cause', History, buying time, and rejuvenation
Are for emperors.
Are you making me
An emperor?
Or a Faeroe?
If so,
How precise your are?
And if you can't feel my present presence
how possibility could you feel me through your archives?
poem by Atef Ayadi
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World War III
This is a question of the human
Race will this planet remain in
Space two world leaders get
In a fight we'll all be gone
In a flash of light
When I die for my country
I'll take no part in the destruction
From World War III
I have no answer not my
Decision and if I spoke no one
Would listen is this the end
Of history, why should I care
Why should I worry
When we die for our country
We'll take no part in the destruction
From World War III
song performed by by Unwritten Law
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Another Brick In The Wall: Parts 1, 2, 3
[Part 1]
Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did ya leave for me?
Daddy, whatcha leave behind for me?
All in all it was just another brick in the wall
All in all it was just bricks in the wall
[Part 2]
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher, leave them kids alone
Hey, Teacher, leave us kids alone
All in all its just a nother brick in the wall
All in all you're just a nother brick in the wall
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers, leave them kids alone
Hey, Teacher, leave us kids alone
All in all you're just a nother brick in the wall
All in all you're just a nother brick in the wall
[Part 3]
I don't need no arms around me
I don't need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think I need anything at all
No, don't think I need anything at all
All in all it was just bricks in the wall
All in all you were all just brick in the wall
[Goodbye Cruel World (included in the live version)]
Goodbye, cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, all you people
There's nothing you can say
To make me change my mind
Goodbye
song performed by by Korn
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Sergio Fiorentino Playing A Schumann
He shall patiently play
him a piano piece a
Sergio fiorentino
And he will
Mimic a Schumann piece
Because
Today he sees him
In full view
Bathing naked
On the river
He is a big man
Like himself
Now he comes
Back to the river
Where they once
Bathed as children
Naked and so
Blessedly innocent
There is malice
Now as he is
Big and muscled
And some black
Hairs decorated
His manhood
His armpits
His thighs
And his
Chests
He calls him
To join him
As they were
Once children
To have a river
To cleanse them
Both
“come, come”
we shall have
a bath in this
river of our
vibrant laughter”
he was inviting &
he was excited.
so
He took off his
Clothes and
Every covering
Of his body
His second
Thoughts and
Taking courage
He jumped
Into the river
Where he
Stood naked,
What he will say
He is prepared
To defend himself
It was him
Who made the
Invitation and
All he did was
Simply to obey.
He promises
There will be no
Regret whatsoever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pink Coat
The pink coat
She put on when it was cold
The pink coat
That was hung up when she was home
The pink coat
That kept her warm
The pink coat
That witnessed her first cut
The pink coat
She wore when she was crying
The pink coat
That knew her plans
The pink coat
That saw what happened
The pink coat
She had on when she walked in front of that truck
The pink coat
That witnessed it all
The pink coat
Had no one to keep warm, now
The pink coat
That wanted to tell everyone the truth about her
Just;
The pink coat
poem by Alyssa Ray
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3rd World Mentality
maybe
it's my '3rd world' mentality
that makes me of aware of 'nuclear education'
being the best mode of American travel
and not a Iranian Camel
pertaining to remaining alive
beyond 6 Egyptian days
in a 3rd world country
miles away from Israel's border.
i sit in my 3rd world country
and i'm no longer left to wonder
why i'm taken for granted
and why so many nuclear countries
are concerned about what
'weapons of mass destruction'
am i cookin' with propane
in the desert
when so many missiles
are pointed and threatening me
with turning the sands into glass
from the 'desert storm'
of their first strike.
how many warning signs do i need? ? ?
when i know i have enemies
that plan my destruction
and find me distasteful to live with
(who are not even my neighbors)
as others who hate
preach & cheerlead my demise
plan to feed my 3rd world country
with a un-healthy diet of violence
my neighbor Iraq now feeds on
as soon as
my 'nuclear education' is near completion.
as i prepare for the situation to get worse
i tell my countrymen
mutual destruction
guarantees some form of fair fight
no matter who delivers the first nuclear blow
and the only 'question' to peace… is war
when the bully threathens to 'air-mail'
something 'holocaust' nasty
and one is 'forced' to answer back
with something a bit more uglier
and globally warmed over
from the sands of Iran...
when they do.
poem by Ronald Stroman
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The End
I can hardly wait to see her coming down the stairs
A demons playin in my head a melody I cant forget
Shes a beauty in her sorrow, each step a falling chord
That crackles in the giant mirrors at the marble walls
I feel so different today, Im ready to explode
Into kaleidoscopes of strange delight
Come embrace me, say youll love me till the very end
Before I vanish in the shifting sands of time
Death, the lover
Death, the lover
Come embrace
Say youll love me
Till the very end
Come, embrace
Till the very end
Of time
Once I was so sure not knowing leaving traces in the dust
till you said theres nothing new
Except the things that we forgot
Here I stand awaiting for a signal from oblivion
In the twilight of the old uncertainties
Now she spreads her wings shes comin
Like a massive wave of love
Rolling black as night into my arms
Now shes comin in a burning flash of kisses
Rushing from her lips into the center of my mind..
...more alphaville lyrics!
song performed by by Alphaville
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Vision
I exchange eyes with the Mad Queen
the mirror crashes against my face
and bursts into a thousand suns
all over the city flags crackle and bang
fog horns scream in the harbor
the wind hurricanes through the window
and I begin to dance the dance of the
Kurd Shepherds
I stamp upon the floor
I whirl like dervishes
colors revolve dressing and undressing
I lash them with my fury
stark white with iron black
harsh red with blue
marble green with bright orange
and only gold remains naked
columns of steel rise and plunge
emerge and disappear
pistoning in the river of my soul
thrusting upwards
thrusting downwards
thrusting inwards
thrusting outwards
penetrating
I roar with pain
black-footed ferrets disappear into holes
the sun tattooed on my back
begins to spin
faster and faster
whirring whirling
throwing out a glory of sparks
sparks shoot off into space
sparks into shooting stars
shooting stars collide with comets
Explosions
Naked Colors Explode
Into
Red Disaster
I crash out through the
window naked, widespread
upon a
Heliosaurus
I uproot an obelisk and plunge
it into the ink-pot of the
Black Sea
I write the word
; SUN
poem by Harry Crosby
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