My hands holding some shadows
On white laces and flowing
Whiteness of dress
You walk towards a breezy
Shore on some dreams
Your black long hair flowing
Blown against your direction
Your soft hands touch your face
In disbelief
Why this sadness must come and
Happen and linger
In your almond eyes
Sadness like the night
Hovers you except for a surprise
You hum our song
From your heart
And though faraway I will always
Be there
My hands holding some shadows
To comfort you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My hands holding some shadows
On white laces and flowing
Whiteness of dress
You walk towards a breezy
Shore on some dreams
Your black long hair flowing
Blown against your direction
Your soft hands touch your face
In disbelief
Why this sadness must come and
Happen and linger
In your almond eyes
Sadness like the night
Hovers you except for a surprise
You hum our song
From your heart
And though faraway I will always
Be there
My hands holding some shadows
To comfort you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Black Flowing Hair, A Memory Of You
I see you leaning by a wall next door
Against an afternoon sun
And though it is your back that faces me
I know
From the beating of my heart
That it is you, Black-flowing-hair
I can smell you
In mint
And you shall be inside me
As I breathe
So I can live for another time
You are
My tallest tree
On top of the Sleeping-dragon-mountain
And I look up to you
Like my full moon one cold night
Untouched by my fingers
Black-flowing-hair
The world may not have found love in my eyes
As I have none to boost
Since I have given it to you
All of it
I shall find it
But shall not take it back
From you
Your shadow is my god
And it is only that I can touch
Without you knowing
The shadow
Of your
Back
My self-made god
Is enough life
I do not ask much
I cannot
You do not know me
There is no need
I only give myself
I do not have to take any
In return
Now I declare
I have found my place
In you
I have found myself
In you
I have found you
I am Mute-white-dove -sitting
On the breast of Black-flowing-hair
Touching the clouds
Holding the rainbow
Saving all the raindrops of my life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Japanese Fisherman
A young Japanese fisherman was killed
by a cloud at sea.
I heard this song from his friends,
one lurid yellow evening on the Pacific.
Those who eat the fish we caught, die.
Those who touch our hands, die,
This ship is a black coffin,
you'll die if you come up the gangplank.
Those who eat the fish we caught, die,
not straight away, but slowly,
slowly their flesh rots, falls off.
Those who eat the fish we caught, die.
Those who touch our hands, die.
Our loyal, hardworking hands
washed by salt and sun.
Those who touch our hands, die,
not straight away, but slowly,
slowly their flesh rots, falls off.
Those who touch our hands, die.
Almond Eyes, forget me.
This ship is a black coffin,
you'll die if you come up the gangplank.
The cloud has passed over us.
Almond Eyes, forget me.
Don't hug me my darling,
you'll catch death from me.
Almond Eyes, forget me.
This ship is a black coffin.
Almond Eyes, forget me.
The child you have from me
will be rotten from a rotten egg.
This ship is a black coffin.
This sea is a dead sea.
Human beings, where are you?
Where are you?
poem by Nazim Hikmet
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One Night In Monte Alegre
i see the sun
set in Monte Alegre
A White brow
framed by the window
long white hair
flowing like a polluted river
upon the neck of
an old woman
holding a cane
such trembling hands
worn out
stopping on the edge
of uncut fingernails
eyes
fixed upon
the nothingness that
i, who sit there,
am, beginning to see
it is not horrible
darkness creeping
upon the black thigh
dry blood
scarlet night
dead in Monte Alegre
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Moonlight Woman
Her long black hair flowing
Eyes that look through you
Hands that show no labour
A heart that is ever so true
Moonlight Woman
She creeps in the back door
All for a discreet embrace
Her lips are soft and ready
The look of lust on her face
Moonlight Woman
She wants to be held so close
Two giggles you here at night
Such a twisted sort of love
But she makes everything right
Moonlight Woman
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Down The River I Flow
Down the river I flow
My feelings I never show
I just keep flowing along
Singing the same old song
A song of anger, A song of sadness
A song that sings of the on coming madness
Singing a song from the beginning
Yet never truly ending
Starts off with happiness
Then hits hard the pain
Next comes on the sadness
Ending with insanity being maintained
Down the river I flow
Heart full of sadness and woe
Sadness for my child that never existed
Woe for my heart being twisted
Twisted in the worst way
Dealing with pain each and every day
Wishing it would have been true
A child born from me and you
But you messed it all up
By not coming out and telling me the truth
But in your face it finally blew up
So now I flow down this river so early in youth
poem by Lumvouris Webb
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A Poem For Singers Who End Their Song Too Soon
Those who are sad and listen to the night's song
And wait for the sadness to end
Know the sadness can never end
Even if the song ends many times
Night after night there are so many songs
And there is so much sadness
But the sadness never ends
Though the songs end
Sadness is greater than any song
Greater than any night
It goes on and on within us
Whatever the time and whatever the music
Life is a song of sadness
And when life ends
Perhaps then the sadness ends
But before then
Sadness is the song
Night and day and always
Sadness is the song we sing without end
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Repost Pn A Memory
When the world was new, I could not relate
To the loneliness of the song with you,
The colors of its sounds were too vibrant,
mostly red
And orange, and the coolness of green
Preoccupied my eyes to almost everything.
I was not interested perhaps,
I was too busy listening to something else.
My hands are crazy.
You did not mind of course.
You wait to the
Slit of a new opening where you think that soon
I will understand. I was moving here and there
Like a pendulum
Under the principle of pleasure. Both of my hands
Are holding on to something that I can easily
Give up and then feel nothing. The craze of letting
Things go and then forget and then embracing
Something new again.
There is something
However that is meant to stay that when it is gone,
You go with it and then you are lost.
There is this certain sadness with you that lingers
Like a very lonely song. Everyday it plays itself
Like a bird alone on a twig. It does not go away and
Enthralls me and then after it has unloaded all
The beauty of its notes, how it pleased my ears
It stays unmoved and then keeps on its
Chosen position until darkness hovers in
Like a blanket to its black beak.
There is this silence
That stares and then tells you its name
Honestly
The syllables of which sound very much like yours.
You know where it lives and so you do not bothe
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Relating to a certain sadness with you
When the world was new, I could not relate
To the loneliness of the song with you,
The colors of its sounds were too vibrant,
mostly red
And orange, and the coolness of green
Preoccupied my eyes to almost everything.
I was not interested perhaps,
I was too busy listening to something else.
My hands are crazy.
You did not mind of course.
You wait to the
Slit of a new opening where you think that soon
I will understand. I was moving here and there
Like a pendulum
Under the principle of pleasure. Both of my hands
Are holding on to something that I can easily
Give up and then feel nothing. The craze of letting
Things go and then forget and then embracing
Something new again.
There is something
However that is meant to stay that when it is gone,
You go with it and then you are lost.
There is this certain sadness with you that lingers
Like a very lonely song. Everyday it plays itself
Like a bird alone on a twig. It does not go away and
Enthralls me and then after it has unloaded all
The beauty of its notes, how it pleased my ears
It stays unmoved and then keeps on its
Chosen position until darkness hovers in
Like a blanket to its black beak.
There is this silence
That stares and then tells you its name
Honestly
The syllables of which sound very much like yours.
You know where it lives and so you do not bother.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Iwishicouldbeeverylittlethingyouwanted
iwishicouldbeeverylittlethingyouwanted
Septemb er 10,2009
11: 27a.m.
You’ve let me cry
Let me dropp tears on your cheeks
You’ve let me feel your warm embrace
As we spent the night watching the crying sky
you’ve let me catch my breath
let me rest from all the blood that I drained
You appeared in front of me
Inside my personal hell
As the bells signal your song
And all its sadness fills my ear
It's like a wonderful dream
Blurred by flowing tears
I know I have done you wrong
But I wanted to apologize to you
For those sad memories we’ve made
And kept on living because of that
It kept me alive, alone for so long
But I still remember when I woke up embracing you
I miss you I miss you so much I could die
When I hear the bells signal your song
i know that your sadness and mine is the same
your wish is also my wish
your dreams are also mine...
but i am yet to make your night into day...
poem by Albert Arsenio Sison
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Goodnight Till The Morning Sun
Walking
Walking upon white sands
Imprisoned by thoughts and narrow walls
That holds no comfort within right now
Walking
Walking beneath the sun
Yes warm
But feel embraced by the coldness
As hands touch loneliness
Down on hands and knees I go
To touch the warmth once more
But through clouds of smoke
I search for you
And the sun
Oh hear my voice upon the ocean
Within your dreams
Till the morning sun appears
And as sunshine warm your face
Open your eyes in joy
And know my thoughts are with you
But for now I am walking
Walking upon white sands
Imprisoned by narrow walls
And thoughts
That holds no comfort
But as I walk beneath the sun
Upon white sands within a dream
My heart belongs… to you
As I say goodnight
Till the morning sun.
poem by Robert Sheridan
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Song About The Moon
If you want to write a song about the moon
Walk along the craters of the afternoon
When the shadows are deep
And the light is alien
And gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement
And you want to write a song about the moon
You want to write a spiritual tune
Then nah nah nah
Presto
Song about about the moon
If you want to write a song about the heart
Think about the moon before you start
Because the heart will howl
Like a dog in the moonlight
And the heart can explode
Like a pistol on a june night
So if you want to write a song about the heart
And its ever-longing for a counterpart
Write a song about the moon
The laughing boy
He laughed so hard
He fell down from his place
The laughing girl
She laughed so hard
The tears rolled down her face
Hey songwriter
If you want to write a song about
A face
Think about a photograph
That you really cant remember
But you cant erase
Wash your hands in dreams and lightning
Cut off your hair
And whatever is frightening
If you want to write a song
About a face
If you want to write a song about
The human race
Write a song about the moon
If you want to write a song about the moon
You want to write a spiritual tune
Then do it
Write a song about the moon
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Good bye sadness
Good bye Sadness
She is so happy now
That you are out of her mind
You finally vanished
Good bye Sadness
Why are you called Sadness?
Because that’s the name they given you
You make people cry
You even made her cry too many times
There was a dark cloud hanging in her eyes
For a long tine
And now it is gone
Good bye sadness
She doesn’t need to see you again
You are also painful
Good bye sadness
You belong in the sad Sea
Where the pain lays
Among the dead fishes
In that sad Sea
The oil from that big ship and vessels
Pollutes this sad Sea
She doesn’t want to be a part of the Sad Sea either
Because it is sad to see
All that wild life dies
Good bye sadness
You never had anything good to offer her anyway
Pain and more pain you brought her all through those years
But the truth is that she had to go through it
To appreciate the good stuff
Yes sadness I can tell you she went through with it
For a long time
Good bye sadness
Please stay away from her forever
She doesn’t need you in her life
Sadness breaks everybody’s hearts
Her heart was broken too many times
By you sadness
Good bye sadness
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Almost A Love Song (Casi Un Bolero)
The bells are ringing in my mind
Sadly they ring for me
Throughout this empty house
They remind me so much, so much of you
This horrible loneliness
Comes with me, and with me it goes
With your picture against my skin
A dream in my heart
It's almost a love song
And I wish you were with me right now and always
And I wish I could see you next to meagain and much more
This sadness I sing to you
Is blown away in the wind (I sing this sad song
that blows away in the wind?)
Now that I'm looking for you I regret
I don't know why I stopped walking with you
I never told you that I love you
You couldn't guess it
With your memory always
Like a phantom that doesn't go away
I press your picture against my skin
A dream in my heart
Almost a love song
And I wish you were with me right now and always
And I wish I could see you next to meagain and much more
This sadness I sing to you
Is blown away in the wind (I sing this sad song
that blows away in the wind?)
A dream in my heart
Almost a love song
They remind me so much of you
And I wish,And I wish,And I wish
You were with me right now Almost a love song
And I weish, and I wish
Almost a love song
And much more
This sadness I sing to you
Is blown away in the wind (I sing this sad song
that blows away in the wind?)
song performed by by Ricky Martin
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My Sadness Is Who I Am Also
MY SADNESS IS WHO I AM ALSO
My sadness is who I am also-
It weighs in me-
It sinks through my eyes-
Even in my laughter and joy
It complicates and questions-
Sadness is so so deep in me-
Why I do not know.
I see my father’s eyes in me
In all mirrors-
Grief is for the long gone and long ago-
Part of Sadness is this also.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Caught in a Net
Upon her breast her hands and hair
Were tangled all together.
The moon of June forbade me not —
The golden night time weather
In balmy sighs commanded me
To kiss them like a feather.
Her looming hair, her burning hands,
Were tangled black and white.
My face I buried there. I pray —
So far from her to-night —
For grace, to dream I kiss her soul
Amid the black and white.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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I Dreamed.... (Hands)
i dreamed last night...
and all i could see were hands.
sometimes hard and calloused,
sometimes soft and feminine.
skilled hands, laborer's hands,
loving hands, nurturing hands....
fingers digging in the dirt,
fingers holding a pen.
fingers playing a piano,
fingers unbuttoning blouses.
hands extended, hands gripping the rope,
hands holding the shovel,
hands covered with resin.
hands folded in prayer,
hands balled into fists.
hands stuffed in empty pockets.
hands that define both history,
and destiny!
hands scarred and bruised,
hands covered with age spots.
hands that speak many languages.
hands that know mistakes, and failures.
hands that built fires,
hands that put fires out!
hands that wiped away tears,
that picked up trash,
and revealed souls....
whose hands?
my hands, your hands?
god's hands?
does it really matter?
hands engaged and involved,
in the very act of living!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Liebesweh
AH, my heart, the storm and sadness!
Wind that moans, uncomforted,
Requiem for Love that’s dead’
Love that’s dead!
Leafless trees that sough and sigh,
Gloom of earth, and grey of sky,
Ah, my heart, what storm and sadness!
Ah, my heart, those sweet Septembers!
Ah, the glory and the glow
Of the Spring-tides long ago,
Long ago!
Gleam of gold, and glint of green
On the grassy hillsides seen,
Ah, my heart, those sweet Septembers!
Ah, my heart, on sweet soft pinions,
Spring, the lov’d one, hovers nigh,
She shall settle by-and-by,
By-and-by!
But the hills shall shine in vain,
Love, alas, comes not again,
Ah, my heart, on sweet soft pinions!
poem by Dora Wilcox
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Glory Be
Waters flowing though my veins
Nothing ever stays the same
Waters flowing down my side
Turn the water into wine
Wheres the courage I once had
Wheres the strength I once possessed
To stand up tall and face the music
Laughing in the face of death
Heres a boy whose hands are bleeding
Though hes never had a scratch
Glory come and glory be
Waters flowing now at last
Chorus
Like a bad dream I once had where
Everyone but me knew something
Walking blind through the burning fields
The dead brigade is on my heels
They follow me--they follow me
Waters flowing though my veins
Nothing ever stays the same
Flows outside for all to see
Water flows through you and me
Nothing ever stays the same
Water turns to wine again
Drink the wine & eat the wafer
Lash the skin & scream together
Chorus
Bridge
Waters flowing through me
Cut me open--let me bleed
Silence is golden
(but) shout it out--shout it out--shout
Waters flowing through my veins
Nothing ever stays the same
Through eyes that once were blind with passion
Everything looks soft and grey
Without color or rough edges
Without fire to burn the skin
Without pride and without reason
Water turns to wine again
Waters flowing through my veins
Tell me now its all the same
Tell me that it doesnt matter
Tell me everythings alright
Chorus
Waters flowing through my veins
Nothing ever stays the same
Glory come and glory be
Glory come to you and me
Waters flowing through my veins . . .
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Cant Slow Down
My heart is a drum thats pounding.
My mind is a note thats sounding.
Let the choir sing your praises.
Ill state my case in four-note phrases.
Can I get a witness to my rate?
Will anyone quantify my fate?
While Ive been waiting for you,
Lives Ive been creating for you.
I cant slow down.
Like a river Im flowing on and on.
Some way, somehow.
I will find out where I am going.
Someday.
The meaning of life is to attack.
Theres a special joy in coffee black.
When I see the red, the black, the green,
Im seeing the color of my dreams.
My song is a tree thats hollow.
My mantra is I must follow
Where those hooded eyes are leading.
I cannot be stopped for speeding.
I cant slow down.
Like a river, Im flowing on and on.
Some way, some how.
I will find out where I am going.
I cant slow down.
Like a river, Im flowing on and on.
Some way, some how.
I will find where I am going.
Someday.
song performed by by Information Society
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