Learned... This Hunger and Thirst
one who sleeps on the floor
cannot fall,
in the morning one wakes up
with thirst, the one
that even you drinking
water and wine
in dreams
never gets satisfied, there is
this hunger that continues
to be hungry, that no
bread in breakfast
or bacon or scrambled egg
can satiate,
there is this soul that you cannot
touch, but
gives you that feeling of you being here
and yet not really here
as though your one foot is in the ocean
and the other
is on the mountain trail
always looking for the
right way to finally find what you are really seeking...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Waking Up At 3: 19 A.m.
hungry and thirsty
i am awakened
i switch on the light
and look at my watch
it is 3: 19 a.m and i
am feeling the
unholiness of the hour
hungry and thirsty
i look for food and water
for how long shall i conceal
the truth of my hunger and thirst?
it is not the water and the
sandwich
it is my soul
hungry and thirsty for
God
deep within i am moving
away
like a ship in the middle
of a storm
yet not wanting an anchor
not wanting an island
even a shadow
of the shore
for when will this hunger
and thirst stop
i do not not really know
perhaps
God shall soon
tell me
again about Job.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bread Of Heaven
Adherence,
Its lackadaisical approaches;
But, Yahweh is among us!
And, you are now under the shadow of diplomatic privileges.
The mysterious disappearance of a drug loaded ship,
With official laxity in the land of your muse;
But, the undisputed hub had been part of your people.
Body of evidence,
You used a bait to dupe others! !
And to get rich overnight by false means;
But, the man was taken from the clay.
Undue advantage,
And of the woman taken from the man;
But, pregnant women gave birth to the children!
However, we will all be buried one day.
My feet are in shackles!
My hands are in shackles,
But, my lips will utter knowledge in purity;
For, the bread of heaven is what i have on my table.
To the mountain that my right hand has won!
Yellow and red equals to brown;
And like a warrior rejoicing from wine! !
But, he awakes and his thirst is not being quenched.
A treacherous blow!
A hungry man's dreams,
He awakes and his hunger is not satisfied;
But, the Red Mountain and the Blue Mountain need my muse.
A thirsty man's dreams!
He awakes and this thirst is not being quenched;
But read my poems and learn from them,
For, blessed are you who sow beside all waters.
Bread of heaven,
Sow every seed from any fruit you eat;
And you will gain more in the harvest time!
For, a cup of strong and delicate wine is on my table;
And like a dream after one awakes.
Why are you rejecting me my love? !
Why does your anger smoulder you?
But, in the day of the battle,
I will eat my bread of heaven than to play with the weapons of war! !
For, you are now swallowed up because of the hatred around you;
But, the hail will sweep away the refuge of lies.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Heavenly Banquet
I went to the heavenly banquet
The table that Jesus had set.
and broke the bread and drank the wine
nourishing this poor soul of mine.
Then my spirit soared heavenward
as before His table I stood
knowing that He loved me so much
experiencing His tender touch.
I felt complete and satisfied
there with Jesus the crucified.
The wine was rich, the bread so sweet
as I worshipped there at His feet.
My soul fed very well that day
as I journeyed upon my way.
and back into my home I went
my spirit feeling so content.
Me & My Wine (remix)
Well I'm down in the alley of Sally and I'm feeling my way
And it's four in the morning, I don't have a lot I can say
I know I'm looking for some satisfaction
But there ain't much news
Got some walking from a back reaction
I'm hanging down and loose
Me and the boys have been drinking
Feeling like this is the wrong time for thinking
All I can say is I'm doing fine with just me and my wine
Now my brain and my body are runnin' on different rails
And I died and just say hi what if all else fails
Oh I woke up in a subway station
Lying half dead on the floor
I don't remember anything
What happened the night before
Oh me and the boys have been drinking
Feeling like this is the wrong time for thinking
All I can say is I'm doing fine with just me and my wine
Now listen
My hair's a real mess, I feel and look like a joke
And there's a hole in my jeans, I just ran right out of smokes
You know I'd like to get to know you
But I ain't got the time
I'm finding it harder and harder
To make this damn thing rhyme
Just me and my wine
Well just me and my wine
You know that I'm doing fine
Well just me and my wine
Thank you
song performed by by Def Leppard
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Breakfast Is Ready (2)
breakfast is ready
we sit on our designated seats
we pray
we put our hands on the table
we take the spoon and fork
and knife
slice the cheese, break the bread
sip the coffee, chew,
no spitting, swallow
no choking
in here there is an implied admission
of hunger, thirst, and
emptiness.
we say the words thanks after,
amen to the next thirst and hunger.
conversations there are cliches.
but i admit, i dont give a damn now, nothing really matters.
i always say a little prayer for you.
Before i leave.I do not have to tell you.
honest.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I had been hungry all the years
I had been hungry all the years-
My noon had come, to dine-
I, trembling, drew the table near
And touched the curious wine.
'T was this on tables I had seen
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.
I did not know the ample bread,
'T was so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature's dining-room.
The plenty hurt me, 't was so new,--
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted to the road.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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The Self We Share
Thirst is angry with water. Hunger bitter
with bread.
The cave wants nothing to do with the sun.
This is dumb, the self- defeating way
we've been.
A gold mine is calling us into its temple.
Instead, we bend and keep picking up rocks
from the ground.
Every thing has a shine like gold,
but we should turn to the source!
The origin is what we truly are. I add a little
vinegar to the honey I give.
The bite of scolding makes ecstasy more familiar.
But look, fish, you're already in the ocean:
just swimming there makes you friends with
glory.
What are these grudges about? You are Benjamin.
Joseph has put a gold cup in your grain sack and
accused you of being a thief.
Now he draws you aside and says,
'You are my brother. I
am a prayer. You're the amen.'
We move in eternal regions, yet
worry about property here.
This is the prayer of each:
You are the source of my life.
You separate essence from mud.
You honor my soul. You bring rivers from the
mountain springs. You brighten my eyes.
The wine you offer takes me out of myself into
the self we share. Doing that is religion.
Today... 'The Bread of Life
'I am the Living Bread.'
'Eat of me and live', You said
'Manna from heaven on high
only I can fully satisfy.'
'Come to Me and believe
and everlasting life receive.'
'Hunger and thirst no more
and be satisfied for evermore.'
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Lord, Your life you have given
and all who eat are forgiven.
Oh may the world taste and see
and never be hungry and thirsty.
For The Heavenly Living Bread
entered the realms of the dead.
Took our sins down to the grave
and rose again with power to save.
You are the Bread of Life, my Lord
I've tasted that the Lord is Good.
Manna come from heaven on high
and nothing but You can satisfy.
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The Mayor Of The Town
at first he offers you a basket of bread
perhaps he knows that you are hungry not having eaten for a day
you touch one, tear it, and have yourself a fill
it is fine
you exchange ideas
laugh at matters which both of you think funny
he offers a drink and you take a glass
thinking that this guy must be sincere in helping you away from hunger and thirst
you sleep soundly the whole night
and the following morning he comes to you again
bringing some strings and you think this must be a way to
strengthen bonds
then he speaks about a puppet and you do not like it
and he burst into anger
that is the end of the political affair
you do not want to be that puppet on a string.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Remembering Thirst
it was when there was not water anymore
when i remember thirst
i hold the glass peering carefully if there is still any water left
there is none and so i go on and on the usual way that was
everything still contained in the vessel of my childhood
the ordinary wants still unsatisfied sleeping the whole night in thirst
even so thirsty in dreams until
finally forgetting thirst
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Bench By The River
It’s six thirty on Sunday morning
and I’ve been here since three.
I don’t sleep much now-a-days,
but that don’t bother me.
The flies are here as usual
taking salt from my skin
whilst I’m having breakfast
of blood red wine and gin.
I remember when I was married
I had food three times a day.
Now, I eat when I’m hungry,
but not much comes my way.
I live in a one room bed sit,
which is big enough for me.
I don’t give parties anymore,
besides I’ve got no settee.
Two chairs, and one’s my table,
a sleeping bag on the floor.
A cup, a glass and a tooth brush,
don’t need anything more.
Another bottle is approaching
along with friends of mine.
We’ll continue having breakfast,
at least until lunch time.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Good Morning
Good morning.
I bet you thought you'd catch me snoring?
I had to get up early with the sunrise today.
To show another side of me...
You had not seen me display my way!
Good morning.
I wont hear you say today I'm boring.
I wanted to see a surprise look in your eyes.
But you're giving me shock...
As if I am in some kind of disguise!
It's me!
No need to look for an exit to flee!
And I've prepare for you breakfast, toast...
With your choice of coffee or tea!
Scrambled eggs just the way you like them too.
But baby don't look at me...
As if I'm trying to poison you!
Good morning!
I am glad to show an appreciation,
For you that's finally dawning!
Good morning!
Baby, I'm okay!
Sweetheart get off your knees like that...
There's no reason for you to take this time to pray!
Unless you're feeling blessed,
In the same way I discovered myself today?
Good morning!
And I'm going to do...
All those things I promised I would for you!
Good morning.
Yes, it is me!
The 'me' you thought I forgot you knew!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sea In Us
i am talking about
water, always there is a shortage
of what we have
in the mountain
the terrains are cracking
and the buds
and roots have always been thirsty
and strangled
we sit on the floor of this house
with big windows
looking at the vast expanse of hills
overlooking the
very wide sea
it seems that everything in our world
is sea, or
sea -ike, everything so deep
and blue
and so silent with all the
mysteries
something we still do not understand
and then you begin to talk about love
that we do not have much
something is lacking and something in us
speaks about
this hunger and thirst
this emptiness that all these resources
cannot fill
like the sea i am so silent
i am like an ocean not making any sense
of waves
like you
we shall also be like the sea
silenced by all these
mysteries
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Waves of ocean
Each and every wave of ocean
coming out from foetus of ocean
tries to touch the bank
and again returns to the same destination
from where it came.
Aim of each wave is perhaps
only to touch the bank
is it a play or game
or the goal of life
To touch the bank
they have to rise and fall
several times
Man may rise and fall
and finally may loose
God may not happen it so
but waves are determined
to reach the destination
they are not to loose patience
The storm of ocean even fails
to stop the waves of ocean
but the waves are infinitive
like the waves of soul.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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The bread and wine of heaven
There's wine from heaven that no money can buy
it satisfies the thirst of those who are dry.
'I am thirsty' You cried so that we might know
the deep thirst quenching taste of that crimson flow.
There is a bread that can fully satisfy
The Bread of heaven hung on the cross to die.
So let your soul delight in the richest fare
as you feast in the presence of your Lord there.
Miracle Child (single B-side)
She got me to walk on water
I did what she said
She got me to steal the moonlight
Put it over her head
And after I moved the mountain
Which stood in the way
The answer was in the question
She asked me if I wanted to stay
All of my friends said it couldn't last
I'd be another there in her past
But I disagree 'cause
I can't say say no, no, no, no
Save me, she's so hungry
Make a man do anything
I know, she gets hungry
Gets away like an innocent child
Save me, she's so hungry
Has the appetite to everything
I know, she's just hungry
She's got the mind of a miracle child
And when I changed the seasons
And water to wine
I took all the wordly problems
And got the peace in our time
And after I built the temple
She wanted so bad
I took her to altar on Sunday
To look at everything that we had
I could say no, but I always do
Someone outside
Would be comin' through
And I can't stop her
I can't say no, no, no, no
She's so hungry
She gets hungry ...
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Me & My Wine
Oh yeah
C'mon
Oh yeah
Oh, well i'm down in the alley of sally
And i'm feeling my way
And it's four in the morning
I don't have a lot i can say
I know i'm looking for some satisfaction
But there ain't much news
Got some walking from a back reaction
I'm hanging down and loose
Oh me and the boys have been drinking
Feeling like this is the wrong time for thinking
All i can say is
I'm doing fine with just me and my wine
Now my brain and my body are runnin' on different rails
And i died and just say hi what if all else fails
Oh i woke up in a subway station
Lying half dead on the floor
I don't remember anything that happened the night before
Now listen
My hair's a real mess
I feel and look like a joke
And there's a hole in my jeans
I just went right of smokes
You know i'd like to get to know you
But i ain't got the time
I'm tryin' harder and harder
To make this damn thing right
Just me and my wine
Well just me and my wine
You know that i'm doing fine
Well just me and my wine
Ow
Thank you!
song performed by by Def Leppard
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Water so Deep and Profound
Water so sinuous and devious,
And as mystifying as you.
Water is always hiding its true self,
Never in one form.
Water can be the shimmer,
Reflecting off the light of the pond,
Making the pond seem magnificent.
Water can be the rushing sound,
As it escapes the secretive pond,
And runes down into the vast ocean,
Seeking adventure and unfound dreams.
Water can be the feeling of calmness,
As it sits there, overlooking the pond,
With wonder and seeing how it made it what it is.
Water so supple and wondrous,
The pond is born from the water.
Water so deep and profound,
Just like you,
The pond so incomplete without water,
Just like your family.
poem by Music Galore
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Mud of our dream
oh! beautiful and wonderful night when the sky
is so bright, what a complacent flower in
the early morning, as the bees and the butterfly
sip the sweeten hyacinth of the petal flows
let the mountain climb to the highest clouds and
drink the rain that fall down to the stream, may
the birds laugh as they fly and wiggle the wind up,
up in the limitless sky
may the dream that dreams to reach the endless
and vivid touch cease to capture, the thirst that
hold the vision to learn of every closing eyes and
open the heart to accept that, dream conquers no
return
lock me not in the acceptance of the night, and
hide my enigmatic existence to wait the given time
for in every weakening hand trembles in the
furnishing fire of cedar's fall
the mud beats and pieces of every dream has come
to remind the heart that, venture leads the soul to
wait to the dream's come true, as it wave the heat
that excites the aim to reach that goal
always in the go, aim high for the way is unspoken
words to hide but, have the eye to reach and the
foot to mark.......sweet dreams my darling.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Satisfied
Lets go walkin up that mountainside
Look down in the valley down below
And we survey this wondrous scene
Wait a minute-
Hold that dream.
Hold that dream.
Dont want to change my name and write a book
Just like catcher in the rye
Settle down in a shady nook
Talkin to my baby now
Im satisfied
With my world
Cause I made it
The way it is.
Satisfied (satisfied.)
Inside.
Go to the mountain
Come back to the city
Where a whole lot of things
Dont look very pretty
Spiritual hunger and spiritual thirst
But you got to change it
On the inside first
To be satisfied
To be satisfied
Sometimes I think I know where its at
Other times Im completely in the dark
You know, baby, cause and effect
I got my karma from here right to new york
Im satisfied
With my world
Cause I made it
The way it is
Satisfied (satisfied)
Inside.
Sometimes I think I know how it is
Other times Im completely in the dark
You know, baby, cause and effect
Ive got my karma from here right to new york
Im satisfied
Cause I made it
The way it is
Im satisfied (satisfied)
Inside
song performed by by Van Morrison
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