Knowing More About A Hanging Curtain By The Window Of A Hotel
inside the hotel i study the curtain
take a shot, put more light,
it is striking,
i remove the light, make it hazy
infuse more darkness
it too has many faces
imbued with a variety of emotions
that i have uncovered
from its hanging existence
the window has become restless
how it wish it were me
experimenting on life
wanting to extort what is there that has remained hidden
in fabric, in the space of lighted exhaustion
i remember you talking to a tree
i laugh
it is true, the link is there
i have never really minded it
until i get here
in the middle of this crowded city
where heat is high
where indifference is normal
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hidden Truths
In darkness we see nothing,
It is nothing,
Only blackness,
Solitude,
Aloneness.
In a world of light we see everything,
It is everything.
Light fills the gaps in our minds showing us reality,
Truth,
Existence.
When the lights go off and darkness comes,
Everything we knew is lost,
It becomes consumed by the nothing,
Hidden,
Lost.
Everything is engulfed in nothing,
It is hidden from our mind,
Yet it is still there,
Exists,
Is.
Blindness is like the darkness,
With a dark curtain covering our perception,
And things still exist in the world,
Reality,
Fact.
Darkness is the emptiness of seeing,
The lack of evidence of existence,
Yet without perceived minds they are still there,
Exist,
Are.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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In The Middle
IN THE MIDDLE
In the middle of the unending darkness that stretches on beyond forever
In the middle of the vast nowhere whose name has no shadow and no space
In the middle of all the generations whose anonymous past will be complemented by their overextended futures,
In the middle of the mass of nameless mankind featureless
In the middle of all that is and ever has been
In the middle of what was and will be always forever not
In the middle
In one small moment whose end is unpredictable
While the light still shines on the green green world
And the love and joy in the faces and hearts we care for still breathe
In the middle of the moment before consciousness is lost forever
Somewhere nowhere who knows where how
In the middle of all we are and will never be now
In the now of this life
I write these lines for all of us
Passing dreams
Beautiful great souls
True human beings
Better than me and you
And only me and you
For all of us
In the middle
Before the lights go out
And the endless darkness
Is silence and breathlessness
And nothing whatever real
We can feel or be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Somewhere In Between
(phil vassar, julie wood)
Sometimes I forget, then I remember
Sometimes I hold on, then I let go
Sometimes I fight, then I surrender
Losing yous been harder than youll ever know
Im just caught here halfway there
Im hangin in mid-air
Somewhere in between in the middle
Of the darkness and the light
All I can see is the hazy gray
Between the black and white
Im not laughin - Im not cryin
Im not livin - Im not dyin - Im not flyin
And Im not down on my knees
Until Im over you Im gonna be stuck
Somewhere in between
The funny thing about your memory
Is how it takes me by surprise
How suddenly it sneaks up on me
Comes around and cuts me down to size
Theres a crossroad up ahead
Im just not there yet im
Somewhere in between in the middle
Of the darkness and the light
All I can see is the hazy gray
Between the black and white
Im not laughin - Im not cryin
Im not livin - Im not dyin - Im not flyin
And Im not down on my knees
Until Im over you Im gonna be stuck
Somewhere in between
Im just not there yet im
Somewhere in between in the middle
Of the darkness and the light
All I can see is the hazy gray
Between the black and white
Im not laughin - Im not cryin
Im not livin - Im not dyin - Im not flyin
And Im not down on my knees
Until Im over you Im gonna be stuck
Somewhere in between
Somewhere in between
song performed by by Phil Vassar
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Even Without You
perhaps i have to ask myself
why i mumble
like no other restless bee
that i can be
in the twilight years
of my life
do i refuse to see light?
have i fallen in love with my
own darkness?
do i wish the blindness of
wisdom?
is wisdom blind?
is there light at the end of this tunnel?
am i in this tunnel?
i am in a room with only one window
and it faces the road
where everyone passes tonight
this is the only passage to their homes
and they simply pass by here
i make no sound
when i open these windows
when i close them
repeatedly
perhaps i exist and they know it
perhaps they only have respect for my silence
perhaps i am to blame for all these
perhaps i have chosen silence
its golden sheen
its private space
i am thinking, and that is the most important thing that is happening
in all my life
even without you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tree at my Window
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.
poem by Robert Frost
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Getting Out
i did not say it was a mad house.
perhaps it was me, when i left it.
perhaps i have not seen the light.
or perhaps it was too dark inside.
or perhaps the darkness is just inside myself.
but then i left it. It is now a fact.
i smile to the world now.
i have many choices about what colors
of shirt, or pants or socks to wear.
i can read any book and i can be anywhere
i want.
i did not change my face or modify my body.
there was no pressure to adopt my vision
to anyone else
or to that house that is set in the middle of the
big city and walled as high as the clouds.
all i felt was the hanging
and the inhibition as though i am caged
but you have always said
this is part of the molding and it
will be painful for a time.
i want a ring with a name and date on it.
i want a house without walls.
a face with eyes open and hands outstretch
to the sky.
i want to listen to the sound of the river
as it longs for the mouth of the sea.
i went to the mountain with trees and
listened to the songs of the birds
and the aria of the wind.
i went on top and saw the city
and it is too small for my hands.
now, i have seen the light.
now i feel freedom.
now i am myself. there is no fear
and all i have is love and
compassion.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our street light
there we would sit
under the street light
free from the dark
just you and me
having a laugh
talking bout the good times
talking bout the bad
however messed up our lives were
watever pain we were in
the street light would heal us and set us free again
it was our getaway
it was our thing
the street light brought us together
the street light brought us the end
i still remember that street light like that special glow you had my friend
the street light brought us fun
the street light brought us love
the street light brought us warmth as we lay and look at the stars above
i was happy under the street light
as i knew you were too
comforting each other was all we used to do
the street light may be faded
the street light may be dull
but lets just remember the street light kept us going strong!
poem by Brad Brown
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Still loving you.....
In the space of silence
Where only the stones can speak
I lighted your candle
Wanting to illuminate your world
The light touched you
I keep the memory of you and me inside
Bathing it with my tears
Love would bloom again
As it flourished in the past
In tender summer nights
Those nights would be haunted
By the specter of an innocent being
But many years have passed
It was like I was in another life
Our love is as alike as
The grass mowed late in the autumn
Waiting for the frost
Nothing remained but
The love's shadow and its white frost
Keeping the hope of the resurrection.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Holding The Lamp
anxious face
the lines are bold
like some veins
about to burst
like a bomb timed
at ten tonight
the flash light
roams around the
darkness
a roomful of darkness
wanting to point
out the truth
the truth is in my heart
in the darkness of
my heart
your flashlight gets
nothing
the view is holographic
mirages and shadows
ghosts and
souls
you are a failure again
i turn off the light
now see me again
in this darkness
this is my truth
this is my life
this is the only light i have
the dark room
a roomful of blackness
inside my heart
inside my soul.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Submit
I have submitted to
what I should not have submitted to;
taken at times
what was not mine.
I have subscribed to
what I knew
was not true;
yet remained quiet
still;
afraid.
I've carried water
for that Other
while weak from thirst myself.
I've cast my eyes down
from exhaustion
and looked away
when I shouldn't have.
Yet
in all this
I have never faltered
from loving you.
Never once has your light
left my face;
my heart
from this home and space
we've shared.
My weaknesses
true
are many;
but my love for you
is my Monument-
and I'm Yours.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Outside My Picture Window
It has been said that there is a world outside my picture window and
Beyond the trees I see everyday and the sky, sometimes overcast and
Other days, when the sun rises early- I can see the sky and have often wondered if
There exists another world within our universe- I know that
There exists a world inside of my mind and
My pupils are the windows into which
People would look if I were to venture outward?
Beyond the sky, and beyond the sun-
Beyond that world inside my mind,
I would never know where there exists a place for me-
Last night outside of my window
I could see the stars- stars mean different things to different people as
Does the sun, the trees and this whole world outside-
The world inside my mind revolves about
The sun that shines upon my own horizon and
As for this world outside, all I can do is look- and to
See a tree, perhaps a single cloud and the grass that grows-
I have shut my mind to the people who live beyond
The trees, clouds and the grass that I can see-
That window opens to the world inside of my thoughts-
I have just shut and pulled the curtain to discourage all intruders-
I am lying by my window in total darkness now as I place my hand over my eyes,
Shutting out reality and now I can see mountains, flowering trees and
A creek flowing in which I can see my reflection and
I am running upon the grass that grows beneath my feet-
I believe I heard music playing inside the fortress of my mind-
It has been said there is a world outside and I have pulled the curtain
To the window once opened to veracity-
Darkness has never looked as beautiful as I am safe here in my solitude-
Even when the stars are shining and the sky is such a magnificent sight to see-
No place is as exquisite as the creek that runs through my inner space and
The sun inside the world of my thoughts that shines upon my horizon?
The stars are far away and all that is real, though just outside my picture window
I perceive as too far away for me to reach- I would touch the stars and I could be a dove
That can lift my wings and fly away from all that threatens, but only inside my dreams-
Children sing songs and read fairy tales and they believe and I believe that
The sun shines light upon their worlds and
Someday their dreams shall blossom as has mine and shall become their homes-
Home is the safe place inside a person's mind, not within the madding crowd that
Exists outside my picture window- even if the stars are always there- and
That unique and special sun shall just keep on shining upon the world of my dreams….
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Light & Darkness
I remember light dimmed without darkness and darkness dimmed without light if you think about it there would be no light if there were no darkness, darkness needs lights, and light needs darkness, is that why heaven and hell do not fight, there calm but why.... they are enemies no? ....but even enemies know how to maintain balance... this light there is darkness on it... i see why.... what is light without darkness, if there were no darkness how would there be a light....... it would be a void of emptiness, thank you hells thank you heavens, thank you demons, thank you angels you know we must last so you maintain balance, you know of light and darkness......
poem by Richie Rampershad
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The Temptation Of Marvin
there is an apple
hanging on the tree
there is woman picking it
and biting it
there is no snake
it is dark and the place
is just lighted by
fireflies and up in the sky
the stars are silent
you are naked
bathing with the light of
the moon
there is this heat
between your legs
that you feel
she says' the apple is sweet'
and wants to
share a bite with you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thru The Window
Thru the window, I slip away
Into the darkness, time has come
I must use caution, summer nights are here, Ill race for the shadows, Ill make a trail
No one can follow, and all I feel
Is the breeze rushin by my face
Runnin free thru the night in the street
Like it best when I feel the heat
I know my babys waitin just for me
Creepin, thru her neighborhood
I hope nobody, has seen or heard
My intentions, are driven by this flame inside
I see her light on, her silhouettes
In the window, shes waiting for
My arrival, on this summer night
Runnin free thru the night in the street
Like it best when I feel the heat
Runnin free thru the night in the street
I know my babys waiting just for me
Runnin free thru the night in the street
I like it best when I fell the heat, oh yeah
Thru her window, she slips away
I hear her heartbeat
High emotion, takes us where weve never been before
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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Middle Age Crisis
From a high window
Through dusty air
A finger of light
Descends:
Touch me
Now, my light,
Before clouds
Obscure light,
Before sun
Falls to weaker light,
Before darkness
Removes light.
Touch me
My light.
You are now.
Warm me.
poem by Dennis Lambert
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The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent; but if we can come to terms with this indifference and accept the challenges of life within the boundaries of death — however mutable man may be able to make them — our existence as a species can have genuine meaning and fulfillment. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.
quote by Stanley Kubrick
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Sonnet: Eternal Light
As long as there was some light, I could see;
And when the lights went out, I became blind,
Like a mole; the window-pane did I find!
The light came through, I regained acuity.
The blind can’t see even in broad daylight,
But they discern what men with eyes cannot!
The latter struggle more than what blind ought!
Men cannot see at night without moonlight.
In light or darkness, who helps man to see?
’Tis Maker-God, the true light of the world;
Man’s inward eye can see his destiny;
A soul in sin, to divine light is cold.
God is Light in light and in darkness;
No man is blind, his soul in God’s harness!
poem by John Celes
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What a truth under the bullshit!
You always put forth the positive,
bravo, however I am unable to
neglect the negative, I see the ship
is sinking in the deep sea, be yourself
an ostrich, I shall be rather a crow or
cuckoo hiding in a bush or bough of
a tree shouting about what I see behind
the curtain, under the layers, go and die
as an animal and come next as a human,
the true evolution, what Darwin did not tell,
mask, mask, everywhere there are masks
and layers, even the light does not let me go ,
what you are! An ash! I do not expect much,
I have to fight my own life, let light let loose
the spy! Intentionally it does not reflect what
burns inside though fire is the grand father of
shadow, to kill the demon treacherous if I have
to live in the dark , I am glad to do that and
shout like a crow or sing like a cuckoo to
spread the light to dispel the darkness.
What a truth under the bullshit!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Darkness Of...
Darkness is not the darkness of night
it is the darkness of mind and soul.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of discrimination between poor and rich.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of dishonesty.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of aggravate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is darkness of corruption.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of indiscipline.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of animosity.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of inveterate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of perjury.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness that we all brought up inside us,
so, light the lamp of light inside you...
poem by Suniya Garg
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An Absence of Light
Aimlessly roaming all the day, desperately searching to find a way,
A way to make all things right, only to stumble back into the night.
Darkness invades all their sight, all because of an absence of light.
They begin stumbling along the way, even in the middle of the day.
Whether in the day or the night, friend, there’s only One True Light.
That Truth we continue to herald, Christ is The Light of The world.
All those who come into His Light, no longer stumble in the night.
Many refuse to come to His Light, because their deeds are not right.
Friend you can walk in the Light, whether it is the day or the night,
Just as Christ is in the Light, and we have fellowship in His Might.
Fellowship in The Living Word and a voice until all men have heard.
Let Christ’s Light fill your walk and The Living Word fill your talk.
You are a light set upon a hill and placed by Christ to do His will.
You are the light of the world, with the message of life to herald.
You are a preserving salt; to share the Truth we’ve been taught.
Sharing this one Eternal thought, life less Jesus comes to naught.
We have one urgent light to send, to all the darkness in the end.
The only way one finds this light, is at the cross of Jesus Christ.
If you remain in the dark my friend, Eternal Darkness is your end,
But, come into The Light of Christ, and you will gain Eternal Life.