Insisting On A Relationship That Was Never There...
in the first place i know
it was never there
never for once
but i am testing it today with
a conversation something nonsense really
like: what will do you for your
birthday tomorrow? and the answer
was, there is never any preparation
and if ever there is
it will be only for vampires and i still insist
that for the sake of said party
i can be a vampire too
but he quits
the nonsensical and gets out to the blue
i am left
with the full realization
get lost! i can manage talking to myself
alone
i can manage this void
fill it with words
that never rhyme
but just the same
this serves the purpose
something that relies upon itself
very existential
my friend once says
but he is dead
he smashed his car at the wall of the university
he smashed his head at the stirring wheel
and the rest
is regretful and here i am again
very existential
stony, scaled, rough, and
insistent for any talk
though no one wants to listen
but i am strong now
i can be myself
without anybody else
so what? get lost! i finally said
in the last
episode.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take Me To Tomorrow
This song was first released on the take me to tomorrow album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Hey everybody, tell me how do you feel
Are you satisfied with your life
Do you think its real
Tell me how is your head
What are your dreams
Do you have any plans
Do you have any schemes
Do you care about - about anybody
Id like to know
Is the answer no
Take me to tomorrow
Take me there today
Ive had my fill of sorrow and living this way
Take me to tomorrow
Thats where Id like to be
The day after tomorrow is waiting for me
Hey everybody, whats on your mind
Do you think theres nowhere else to go
Theres nothing left to find
Are you happy where you are
Do you have anything to share
Do you think youre going to waste your life
Spending it there
Would you like to find a way out
Do think its worth a try
Id like to know
Is the answer no well maybe so
Take me to tomorrow
Take me there today
Ive had my fill of sorrow and living this way
Take me to tomorrow
Thats where Id like to be
The day after tomorrow is waiting for me
Take me to tomorrow
Take me there today
Ive had my fill of sorrow and living your way
Take me to tomorrow
Thats where Id like to be
The day after tomorrow is waiting
The day after tomorrow is waiting
The day after tomorrow is waiting for me
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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A Vampire Clan's Dilemma
When the princess
of the sparkling castle
by the aqua blue sea
is confronted by evil
She always knows
exactly what to do
keeps her calm
and has no fear
Not even surprised
on this night
of the blue moon
When five vicious vampires
came rather quickly
through the window
With a hungry look
on their ravaged face
drool on their chin
A dead stare with
a now or never
determination
Five vicious vampires
with one goal and plan
to capture one princess
a very easy task
A vampire princess
a true vampire delight
With the introduction
of her new friend
shockwave annihilator
A miracle was performed
in nanoseconds
five vampires gone
One beautiful princess
enjoying her room
with favourite view
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Life And How To Live It
Burn bright through the night two pockets lead the way
Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
Two doors remain before your others and your own
Keep these books well stocked away and take your happy home
My carpenter's out and running about talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
My carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
The hills ringing hear the words in time
Listen to the holler, listen to my walls within my tongue
Can't you see you made my ears go tin?
the air quicken tension building inference suddenly
Life and how to live it
Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
Read about the wisdom lost, a knock, a knock, a knock
A secret knock one hammer's locked the other wisdom lost
My carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
My carpenter's out and running about, barking in the, listen to the holler
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
Listen, listen to the holler,
If I write a book it will be called "Life and How to Live It
song performed by by REM
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Life & How To Live It
Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
To doors to go between the wall was raised today
To doors remain before your others and your own
Keep these books well stocked away and take your happy home
My carpenters out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
My carpenters out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
The hills ringing hear the words in time
Listen to the holler, listen to my walls within my tongue
Cant you see you made my ears go tin?
The air quicken tension building inference suddenly
Life and how to live it
Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
Read about the wisdom lost, a knock, a knock, a knock
A secret knock one hammers locked the other wisdom lost
My carpenters out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
My carpenters out and running about, barking in the, listen to the holler
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
Listen, listen to the holler,
If I write a book it will be called life and how to live it
song performed by by REM
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Hey brother, why do you want me to talk?
Hey brother, why do you want me to talk?
Talk and talk and the real things get lost.
Talk and talk and things get out of hand.
Why not stop talking and think?
If you meet someone good, listen a little, speak;
If you meet someone bad, clench up like a fist.
Talking with a wise man is a great reward.
Talking with a fool? A waste.
Kabir says: A pot makes noise if it's half full,
But fill it to the brim - no sound.
There is no shorter path for joining a neutral existential anthropology, according to philosophy, with the existential decision before God, according to the Bible.
quote by Paul Ricoeur
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Ramblings And More Ramblings
i like talking to myself, and so i just keep on talking
about anything else
no one hears it of course except myself
and like this sentence construction there is no period
not even a comma for this is a kind of talk that does not want to end
only when you are around and you talk endlessly too when i begin to listen.
and attentively i give everything to you
you fill me with words and words and the conversations keep going
i like to think that i am making a poem for you silently in my mind.
but it is not
i am more of going inward lost in my thoughts unable to find where is the way
out of this journey
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Five Feet Under
5 feet under hes got one foot in the grave
Would you look at him I think hes lost it
I dont think that he can be saved
Hes got a down payment on his tombstone
Hes not alone his whole life has been out
On a limb. just look at him, watch
Him get smashed and race bikes so fast
Just dont laugh, what will it say on his
Epitaph
Here he lies may he rest in peace
Hung on to life by the skin of his teeth
Pushing his luck thru the bottle he drinks
Hes got a date with his maker and he
Doesnt want to be late make no mistake
Hes a good friend so why might his life
Have to end, my friend I dont want to
See you dead
I dont want to see him dead
I dont want to see him dead
I dont want to see him dead
song performed by by NOFX
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A Nice Conversation
last night a nice conversation
was made between two
people who claim
to be friends, they were talking
about pain and sorrow
and how they must
be resolved
solved and eradicated
like dirt and warts
existential angst
making her tipsy like she was drunk
of vodka mixed with champagne
she keeps on asking
why
why people get sad and sadder and
sadder still despite
a heavy meal
and a surrounding of friends that come
to her house on sundays
it is hard to understand life
and suddenly by impulse
one says: the key to understanding life
is art,
your art that conquers this pain
that mimics
its wiles and bites and pinch
come then, let us imitate it
and mimic it and mock it
life with art
let us see let us feel
let us dance let us sing
let us chant
let us have poetry
let us forget time
let us forget who hurts us
come let us not be ourselves
let us be someone else
and life shall now be deluded
there is no us, there is no ego now that we have smashed it
like fragile glasses shattered in the gutters
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Have a Happy Blessed Birthday
Its yo' birthday,
I wanna wish u,
This day, its somehow special,
its yo' birthday,
A remarkable day,
filled with cheer,
smile for today,
hope its fun,
thank God for today,
for today, its a gleeful day,
may u stay and live,
till another years and more birthdays.
Celebrate today,
Enjoy the fullest today,
Butta also some for us,
the dead and gone.
Its yo' birthday,
Happy birthday to you,
Some years back you was brought to this Earth today,
Yo' mum and daddy are,
Great people towards today,
Pray for them.
Grasp that and gift of wishes,
Behold the sky,
Today it's yo' birthday,
And all yours,
I found the birds whistling, singing,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear ma friend,
Happy birthday to you.
Also hope you lite the candles,
For a brighter tomorrow,
Than today.
poem by Kiyaga Lyttle Cephas
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Transparent
Treating your days like a countdown.
Seconds pass by, waiting just to blow up,
and you get nothing done,
and this is what you want.
Lost touch and,
you turn your back and your some friend.
Sterile conversation,
learn to talk a good game.
Talk your way out,
its a sure thing.
Testing the ends of what theyll put up with.
You got your chance to say what you wanted to.
But you never do,
stand up to the ones that keep you down,
now you can see right through it all.
Lost touch and,
tracing your steps you cant begin.
You cant start,
to say what your thinking and why not.
Talk your way out,
its a sure thing.
Testing the ends of what theyll put up with.
Sticking it out til you cant get up.
How many times have you been pacified?
Accepting it when youre told,
theres no way,
making sure there never will.
Sticking it out til you cant get up.
How many times have you been pacified?
Accepting it when youre told,
theres no way,
making sure there never will.
Testing the ends of what they put up with
song performed by by Quicksand
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No Love Without Trust
Today you say I love you too
Tomorrow you would say I hate you
Today you think about me
Tomorrow you would ask who is she
Today you love me
Tomorrow you would want to be free
Today you give me your all
Tomorrow steeling another girl’s heart is your goal
Today I fill your heart and mind
Tomorrow you would ask me to leave the memories behind
Today you hug me when I cry
Tomorrow you would tell me that our love is about to die
There is a big difference between today and tomorrow with you
Which made me lose my trust in you
You would expect me to tell you I love you too
But I will say I’ve lost my trust in you
Even if you are about to let go
I would tell you that I have lost my trust in you
Because when you went away
I took my own way
And learned to live the day by day
I prefer to be alone and get lost
Than to be with a person the cannot be trust
So our love would be filled with dust
Because there is no love without trust
poem by Lara Arnaout
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My dear friend happy birthday
My dear friend happy birthday
i may not have the best rhymes today
but few words i'll like to say
i wish you happiness on this special day
my dear friend happy birthday
God has made it this way
guarding you by night and by day
for boyhood to roll away
and men stage to come and stay
my dear friend happy birthday
sweet memories are here to stay
smiles, hugs and gifts on display
many talk about old time and rough play
my dear i'm on my way
seraphic voices singing happy birthday
poem by Chibuzor Ossai
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Staring At The Ceiling
it was when i was about
to squirt
a useful, clinging idea
between my head
and ceiling
when the lights went out
it is a blackout again
in this ruined country
i go up the house
lay on a bamboo bed
and rest my hands on
my head
opening my eyes
i stare on the ceiling
for more questions on
my mind
this existential questions
like lizards
waiting for mosquitoes
lost
ready for the eating
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When I Think Of Myself As Dead
WHEN I THINK OF MYSELF AS DEAD
When I think of myself as dead
I think of what it will mean for my loved ones
I pray they will not lose heart and hope because of it-
When my father died my brother lost hope-
When I think of myself dead
I wonder about God and God�s purpose
Is there really an afterlife?
What could it mean?
Will I meet again those who have gone before me?
When I think of myself dead
I think about a body in the ground
Worms eating it, cold paining it-
When I think of myself as dead
I think about never feeling anything again-
When I think about myself as dead
I think about the work I have left behind
And whether it will mean anything to anyone
And for how long-
When I think of myself as dead
I think of all the memories that will go with me
I think about nothing and more nothing and the end of the universe-
When I think of myself as dead
I think of life going on down below
Life with all its beauty and pain
And I pray and I pray again
My loved ones will be able to manage and make their own lives still happy
When I think of myself as dead
I pray to G-d
That somehow in some way
It will not be the end for me forever.
When I think of myself as dead
I think of myself as living again somehow
In a way I cannot now know-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Lost For Words
There are times when you think
you are lost for words to write
that maybe right or maybe not.
We always have words to say
when we are talking to someone.
Therefore when you think
you have lost words to write
you haven’t really.
Just think of a conversation
you might be having with a friend
and before you know,
the words will start again.
9 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Polite Words
We become the past so easily
The sweet rose out of ground
Existential eyes without sky
Without forever
These seasons coming and going
An old letter
Some old photos
Vague memories of the superficial
I thought you loved me?
I did but that was a month ago
I don’t want to talk about it
You need to move on
Modern man lost in the universe
So free
So cold
Goodbye in polite words
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Gone Is The Light
Every day I wake in my lonely bed
How I wish that I was dead
No more left to be said
A great burden I carry on my head
All I do is question why
No longer pointing my head to the sky
No more wind is in my sail
Nothing more I can fail
I have lost my only friend
In love I fall never again
It is sad but yet so true
Nothing left for me to do
Into the night I'll fade away
For me there's just no more day
All is left is the night
Gone tomorrow the sun light
Darkness surrounds everywhere
Gray are my skies since she's not here
Turned his back no longer I sleep
For my soul no one will keep
As winter’s chill cometh the dawn
Lost all my senses since she’s gone
The darkness cry’s out my name
Hard I find to live down the shame
No longer can I conceal my sorrow
Why must there be a tomorrow
No more comes a brighter day
It just won’t seem to go away
This is a first for me to be alone
I've never been on my own
Gone are the days of my happiness
All is left is pure sadness
No one left to kiss and caress
No longer do I have someone to impress
The darkness I now embrace
For I have fallen on my face
No more to rise it’s the end
For I’ve lost my best friend
That voice I no longer hear
For she’s no longer here
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Blurry
my guts are steel
strong enveloped in my body
dealing with another day
trying to handle whats fake
whats real
decisions decisions
im a empty bucket just fill
with my reality phased
rough times not a thing to say
and the places my head go raged
i beg to put the lethalness in my mind to lead
to shift off this crazy blurred red
and let no words in this body
go another day unheard when said
not talking to myself, but ill go on
until i rest a trigger finger pulled gun to my head
with those happy thoughts and cheap talk
as i think about things that i oughtta do
i try my best to rest peacefully instead
Ganenkejk
When I was just a little boy
I really longed to have a gun
but when I said to my mum
I saw she wouldn't buy me one
But my young mind would not forget
and so I couldn't just give up
that night when all was still and quiet
I went and stole my money box
Oh bloody gun ...
I smashed the pig I bought a gun
my mama said now no more cake ...
for your birthday no cake
when I was just a little boy
my goals were surely well defined
and what I saw was what I got
and I just saw that bloody gun
What a delusion ...
I fell for passion ...
Oh bloody gun ...
I smashed
song performed by by Zmelkoow
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