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On Writing...

because there is no one
you can trust now,
feeling so alone, and have no one to speak to
with honesty,
you have decided to befriend yourself
welcoming to the house of your body
your soul, your best friend now,
sharing bed with you, looking at the stars at night
with you,
and since the world is so silent
and sad
there is no choice but to talk to yourself
to the trees
the grass

and then your hands
become one big river with ten tributaries
all move towards your heart
your mouth

and from which
since then
writing begins...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Analogous

everything has
an analogy

for instance these hands
with fingers

are they not rivers and creeks
a source and
tributaries?

for instance this body
this temple
where my soul rests

this eye
this window of the house

the sun
the eye of the earth

a friend of the stars
the wonders of our longings

for instance
the silence
a dash in our talk
a space of our doubts

many more
for instance you and me
two hands in prayer

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Another For Poetry's Sake...

(i am sleepy but my hands
are still crazy about poetry...

it is a living river fed by
a heavy rain from those big
virgin mountains
the roots of trees are no longer
cups and basins
and so the flood begins
the rivers
tributaries twenty in all
run
towards the big mouth
of the bay
where they unload their murkiness
swallowed
by the royalty of
deep blue.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Smile!

Smile,
Look at the sky,
Forget about everything and just,
Smile!

Laugh,
Open your mouth,
And throw back your head and just,
Laugh!

Dance,
Move your body to the music,
Or move to the rhythm of silence and just,
Dance!

Sing,
Open your heart,
Let out all your thoughts and just,
Sing!

Speak,
Say hi to people you know,
Open a conversation with people you don't and just,
Speak!

Run,
No one can fence you in,
Move your feet one in front of the other and just,
Run!

Love,
Like you have nothing to be ashamed of,
Take someone in your arms and just,
Love!

Dream,
You can do anything you want to,
Keep hope, reason, and will, and just,
Dream!

Live,
Today and tomorrow and the next day,
No matter when it ends make it worth it, and just,
Live!

Believe,
Know what you know and share what you think,
No one can bring you down if you just,
Believe!

Celebrate,
Everything and anything,
It's all in your life and that's a reason to just,
Celebrate!

Fly,
Lift your arms with joy and hope,
Spread the wings of your heart and just,
Fly!

Listen,
If your interested or not,
These are the voices of others like you just,
Listen!

Trust,
That no one and everyone should have that chance,
Give everyone it to everyone and just,
Trust!

See,
Not only with your eyes but your mind,
With your body, spirit, and soul, just,
See!

It's not hard to be happy.
One simple choice.
One god given right of 'pursuit of happiness'.
One choice to look at things and just,
SMILE! : D

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Seen in a Glass

Behind the tree, behind the house, behind the stars
In the presence that I cannot see
Otherwise than as house and stars and tree.

Tree, house and stars
Extend to infinity within themselves
Into the mystery of the world

Where whirl the wheels of power whose pulse beat
Out of nothing, out of night,
Leaves, stones and fires,

The living tree whose maypole dance
Of chromosome and nucleus
Traces the maze of boughs and leaves.

The standing house of stone that poured
In molten torrent when was hurled
Out of chaos this great world,

And suns whose kindling begins anew
Or ends the course that tree, house, world move through.

Upheld by being that I cannot know
In other form than stars and stones and trees
Assume in nature’s glass, in nature’s eyes.

poem by Kathleen Jessie Raine
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Body Talk

I can tell
By the way you stare at me
(talk):
Its deep...real deep
Your minds messed up
Words just dont come easily
(talk):
It should be natural
Your invitation...baby
Turned my head around
Quiet conversation
Language without sound
Body talk...work your body
Everybody let your body talk
Body talk...work your body
Everybody needs some body talk
The guy with me
Hes just a friend of mine
(talk)
Its purely platonic
So if youre tuff enuff
Baby step across the line
(talk)
Girlfriend dont bite
My imagination...baby
Bound to blow my mind
Body talk...work your body
Everybody let your body talk
Body talk...work your body
Everybody needs some body talk
Body talk
I can hear your body talk
Speak to me baby
Body talk
I can hear your body talk
Speak to me baby
Body talk
I can hear your body talk
Body talk
I can hear your body, body, body, body
Talk
I get the picture...baby
Come on over here
Your lips aint moving
But I hear you loud and clear
(chorus out)

song performed by by Donna Summer
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I Begin Again

and so i begin again
from the cold winds of my desert nights
where there is no moon where there are no stars in the skies
i rest on the sands and lay my head there
waiting for tomorrow

tonight i must again think of you
the face that makes my blood move like running water
on dried river beds
on emptied wells
on fields cracked by too much dryness

tonight i recall again
the first kiss from your innocent lips
your soft hands holding my body
your words of love comforting me to always move on
and always be strong and confident

deep in this lonely night
i close my eyes
i enter another world before tomorrow comes
this world of dreams
where we kiss and make love again for
another beginning

it is dark and so silent and then the desert begins to sing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Communion

my feet shall tread upon grass
the grass spreads upon a topping of pebbles
the pebbles plunge on the river
the banks keep the stretch
until it reaches the mouth of the sea

and the sea spreads its arms all throughout the
continents of the earth's bodily contours
with the winds that takes the clouds with them
drifting along the curves of mountains and its peaks
until it communes with the myriad shining stars

at night with you
my world has become complete
warm and lovely
in communion with your
body and soul

i have become so full.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Self Portrait

My friend, leave before you fall into my trap
My friend, I’m not what I pretend to be
My friend, I’ll only scar you
My friend, you chose the wrong fiend to befriend

My friend, I backstab all who trust me
My friend, I lie to all who speak so fondly of my deeds
My friend, I’ll bring nothing more than trouble to your doorstep
My friend, I’ll never be there when you call

My friend, I’m addicted to this way of life
My friend, I only care for things that add to my pathetic ruin
My friend, I don’t care for anybody but myself
My friend, I’m what your mother said a devil might turn out to be

My friend, I’m not proud of all of this
My friend, I’m simply honest and indiscreet
My friend, I’m losing but I’m happy and relaxed
My friend, I think you should stick around for another night and try your luck

poem by Dmitriy Kokarev
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Literary Tongue

at first i like the hands
those huge hands to cover the whole of my cold body
and then i begin to like the fingers
those that crawl and make my body warm
those that fill the orifice of my emptiness
those that caress my hair
and travel from my nose to my mouth
to my neck to the last tip of my toes
and then i like the mouth too
with its tongue that speak about gentleness
and make me a little bit heated
and brave
and then i am finally stuck with the tongue
the surrogate part of of them all
it speaks
it licks
it travels from the tip of my hair to the tip of my toe
and then it stops
hides inside the walls of my teeth and gums
and stay in the house of my mouth
it also knows
when to stop and just be alone and silent

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For Papa Gregorio

And then I finally reached
The narrow mouth of the river
That you told me about

And I was left with no choice
But to sail right there
On this wooden boat that you
Left me

I did it and here I am getting on
The sight of an island
A bountiful island with brooks
And green grass and
Coconut trees and
Lanzones trees

I am here finally
In accordance with the maps of your dreams
And tonight
I look at your sky
And I see the hundred smiles
Of your glittering stars

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Pledge Of The Heart....

i am sworn to the
flocks of
silence

only my hands
speak for me

i bleed
but my mouth is cursed

when i begin to speak
the world trembles

the storms begin
to rage like a mad dog

the rain pours heavily
on the roof

and the paths
camouflage as thick grass

there is only one way
back

through the silent flocks of
the heart

nature has done
what is best

to keep the order
sun and moon must not meet

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Write A Poem While You Are Mumbling

while you mumble
about the lives of other people
those that i am also complaining about
knocking at our doors
at early dawns
while we are still feeling
what the world
will be
today

i decided to
simply think about myself
what can i do
to make a silent exit where no one
cares to notice
that i am rushing to
for a trip somewhere

i remember
when the door bell rings
because she is depressed
about the world
what it did to her
that she cannot just forgive

i hide myself and pretend
that this world is dead
and keep my own life to
myself

writing poems
and thinking about more
metaphors
about how to be strong
and kind and gentle
and compassionate
about
a lost soul
screaming to be taken
to our arms

tragic,
ironic,
what i do
is not what i want to do

and then she screeched her motorcycle
away
leaving me

writing another poem
and feeling so empty

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heaven Is Paved With Broken Glass

Heaven is paved with broken glass,
Since your hammer struck my heart,
This world, a hell of trees and grass.
All is wrong like north gone south,
Theres a bad taste in my mouth.
Everything was stars,
til you had a notion to leave,
Beauty marks turned to scars,
Bet you had a laugh up your sleeve.
Congratulations love, love, love, love.
You made a fool of me and physics.
Heaven is paved with broken glass,
Since your hammer struck my heart,
This world, a hell of trees and grass.
All is wrong like north gone south,
Theres a bad taste in my mouth.
Everything was gold,
til you thought you were above me,
Soldier turns to rogue,
Pretty turns to pretty ugly.
Congratulations love, love, love, love,
You made a fool of me and physics.
And Im feeling cheated,
And Im feeling used,
And whats even worse is,
You just look amused.
Heaven is paved with broken glass,
Since your hammer struck my heart,
This world, a hell of trees and grass.
Since your hammer struck my heart.
Heaven is paved with broken glass.

song performed by by Xtc
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Heaven Is Paved With Broken Glass

Heaven is paved with broken glass,
Since your hammer struck my heart,
This world, a hell of trees and grass.
All is wrong like north gone south,
Theres a bad taste in my mouth.
Everything was stars,
til you had a notion to leave,
Beauty marks turned to scars,
Bet you had a laugh up your sleeve.
Congratulations love, love, love, love.
You made a fool of me and physics.
Heaven is paved with broken glass,
Since your hammer struck my heart,
This world, a hell of trees and grass.
All is wrong like north gone south,
Theres a bad taste in my mouth.
Everything was gold,
til you thought you were above me,
Soldier turns to rogue,
Pretty turns to pretty ugly.
Congratulations love, love, love, love,
You made a fool of me and physics.
And Im feeling cheated,
And Im feeling used,
And whats even worse is,
You just look amused.
Heaven is paved with broken glass,
Since your hammer struck my heart,
This world, a hell of trees and grass.
Since your hammer struck my heart.
Heaven is paved with broken glass.

song performed by by Xtc
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Medea and I were in love

I woke up and the world
was just the same
The trees are green
but the trees were always green

I had slept for a length of time
and the sky remained
and the stars
but they were always there

In mind I had an idea
A super crime
I dreamt about Medea
I dreamt about the time
Medea and I were in love
If I were able to alter time

If I woke up the world
would it be the same
With the trees green
but the trees were always green

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Silent train journey through my mind
Of all places to go

Secretive passenger what is it that you hide
That at a crossing matters so

Like a whistle in the distance
An attraction to a child

I hear the excitement in the voices
But there is a man waving a red flag at the mouth of the tunnel

Silent train I will not let you into the darkness
I will not let go

Go back out again to the world
where this line stops and the rest of the world begins

poem by Lindsay Crosby
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Sedated

Queing up
Body searched
Ripped off
In the face of a guy with a grin
Feeling blessed whe he lets you in
Raise your hands, the night begins
Raise your hands, the night begins
Broken thrills
Broken pills
Vibrate
Your eyes dilate
Raise your hands, the night begins
You wanna be sedated
Say what you feel, do what you want
You look so good, you look so fine
Raise your hands, raise your hands
In the ultimate sky
Get high
You wanna be sedated

song performed by by Xymox
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Sedated

Queing up
Body searched
Ripped off
In the face of a guy with a grin
Feeling blessed whe he lets you in
Raise your hands, the night begins
Raise your hands, the night begins
Broken thrills
Broken pills
Vibrate
Your eyes dilate
Raise your hands, the night begins
You wanna be sedated
Say what you feel, do what you want
You look so good, you look so fine
Raise your hands, raise your hands
In the ultimate sky
Get high
You wanna be sedated

song performed by by Xymox
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You Come Spontaneously

you come like morning light
i have nothing to pay for
you come like a routine
i have no surprise anymore

you come like a spontaneous
friend, we talk without a script
we worry none for words to speak
we suffer none of this unnecessary
silence between breaks when
God is supposed to pass between
us: we have more imagination
than realities, we touch more
what our hands cannot hold.
we have nothing to lose if
God does not know how to speak.

you come like the wind
so unexpected like the sea breeze
so natural
you arrive without a consideration
nothing of the asking if you are late
or early like a friend from abroad
there is always that feeling of joy.

my friend welcome, please sit down
and be at home. I am more of a soul.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Under The Sun

there is so much to do
to talk about
to learn and judge and
tell
to forget and forgive
to decide to move on

like the grass and the
grasshopper
the ants and the butterfly
the hill and the
river
like the clouds up the
tips of the hills
like the atom and
the molecule
like your lips and your
teeth
your eyes and
your heart

like the fish on the water
the mice on the trap
the cheese and the dough

an open mouth
a tongue
a word of thanks
of hands waving goodbye
the last honk of the car
the speeding jet plane in the air
the darkness in space
Venus and Mars
Jack and the beans

so much to talk about
under the sun

why lonely still?
why so empty still?

yes, you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The House

there is no other place to go
after work
when the darkness of the night
starts to hover
on my roof
this house where i rest my feet
where i put my hands
where i shut my mouth
and you are there
moving from one corner to another
asking where i put some bones
of my body
you sing as you once knew the songs
the ones that i love
that which from where my heart rests
and lulled

this is the house, a mere house
where i put my body
safely
no longer a home
my soul like a little bird had flown somewhere
years ago
i know where it is sleeping
you ask me
but i will not tell you

how will you ever know?
the place
it is so quiet
you are restless and noisy and messy
so loveless
so sad and you keep on laughing taunting
about my loss
my death

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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