Our Possibilities
the big typhoon
has left us.
we do not ask
any questions
for instance
why are we born?
where do we go
from here?
you just had
the uncertainty
and you demand
nothing more
nothing less
explanations do not
work anymore
justifications are
not teasers
the possibilities are
what we do everyday
cleaning the yard
sweeping the debris
burning the leaves
making firewood
dusting chairs
there is no need for so much
talk
one mouth is never enough
in this world
after all
we can always live
without ideas
no arguments
can appease us
not even answers
from them
damn experts
and psychics
we can read
Ulysses
we can imagine
another war
in Troy
or another Samson
betrayed
we can switch
to soap operas
and just be
nothing but
ordinary tearjerkers.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dusts
she is a woman fond of cleaning
dust and dirt and
almost everything that
makes this house dirty
or herself, her hands
her clothes and the
furniture that she keeps
on dusting
almost everyday
she slides her fingers
on the table and screens
the surface for dusts
and she thinks
this world must
be free
from dusts
she keeps dusting and dusting
and tonight
she sleeps
deep into
a slumber where
she does not wake up
anymore
she turns to dust
and the wind blows her away at last
poem by Antonio Liao
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Questions?
i am tired of questions
all of them
too familiar and all
with ready
homemade answers
canned questions
and answers
in one book
scanned for years
and you all know them
canned laughter
canned faces
canned souls
canned and caned and chained
bones
they rattle and they shake
and roll
i have no answers.
i am throwing all these questions away.
i live everyday. i look at the trees
and the forests.
i simply live. Now.
i have no more questions.
neither will i demand
any answer from you.
go, go, find yourself.
i stay here wanting to find nothing at all.
i guess, after my 48 years
there is this truth
that i find: there is nothing
nothing to find
nothing to expect
nowhere to go
it is just this and this and this.
the one that i have in my hand
the one that i keep on holding
i enclose it and keep it warm
and alive
and you do not even care
this is it: me, myself, and I
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So Much For The Afterglow
this is a song about susan
this is a song about the girl next door
this is a song about the everyday occurrences
that make me feel like letting go
yes i think we got a problem
so much for the afterglow
this is a song about susan
this is a song about the way things are
this is a song about the scary things
you see from the corner of your eyes
don't you wonder why?
we never talk about the future
we never talk about the past anymore
we never ask ourselves the questions
to the answers that nobody
even wants to know
i guess the honeymoon is over
so much for the afterglow
i remember we could talk about anything
i remember when we used to want to hangout
i remember we could talk about anything
i remember when we used to want to hangout
i remember we could talk about anything
i remember when we used to want to hangout
i remember when we used to want to hangout
i remember we could talk about anything
i remember i remember i remember
we never talk about the future
we never talk about the past anymore
we never ask ourselves the questions
to the answers that nobody needs to know
oh well oh well oh well
so much for the afterglow
oh well oh well oh well
so much for the afterglow
oh well oh well oh well oh well
yes i guess we need the drama
(so much for the afterglow)
song performed by by Everclear
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What To Do When You're Confused
What to do, what to do, what to do
When you're confused
You could
Choose to stay
In this new found state
Of confusion
Marinate in it..so to speak
But
That may leave you
With unanswered questions
You could write in your journal
Pour over all the possibilities
The various solutions to your confusion
You could talk to someone who doesn't know you well
Because you'd want some impartial input
Which could leave you even more confused
Because they can only help you according to
Their understanding
Of your situation
You could google some answers
Turns out..
You can't find the answers to
EVERYTHING
On google
Some situations
Still require old methods for resolution
You could talk to a good friend
They may not have all the answers
But
They'd probably be willing to listen
Provide you with some feedback
That's what friends are for...
You could speak with the person
If it is a person indeed
Who has left you
In this state of confusion
I mean
At some point
Isn't the direct approach
Really
The Only approach
So,
You take a deep breath
You tell yourself 'here I go'
I'm going to get my answers
And, then
I'll know
I won't be confused
At least not by this confusion
What to do, what to do, what to do
I've given you some options
But, I can't tell you
What, for sure, you should definitely do
I can make a suggestion..
But, again it's up to you
You should listen to your inner voice,
Do what THAT tells you
I can say this
It's probably not as bad as you imagine
And, who knows,
It's a possibility
That
After all this stressing
You end up pleasantly surprised.
But we know for sure
You'll have all your answers
And, you, my friend
Will no longer be confused.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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My Imagine
This came about because of the growing hatred level in my College
Imagine a world without anger or hate
Imagine bigotry, intolerance and racism become obsolete
Imagine a world without Heaven or Hell
Imagine a world without borders or possession
Imagine a world without hungry or murder
Imagine a world that isn't imaginary
Imagine an imaginary world materializing
Can you live without hate?
Can you live with love?
Can you live in peace?
Can you Metal Head, stand with hand with Juggalo?
Would you even let this world come to form?
Or would you let it remain an idea?
Imagine a world where we don't die waiting for care
Imagine a world where we don't kill each other for land
Imagine a world where we don't care about language
Imagine a world where we don't kill the children anymore
Can you live this way?
Would you want to?
Can you?
Would you?
Would you really?
I may be a dreamer, but I feel like the only one
poem by Electric Tripp
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041010b When Routine Change
i talked to my friend who just retired
he was very eager to know what, where,
how everybody is doing this time of year
we talk for a good thirty minutes, he is
keeping himself busy planting spring
veggies, fixing the fence, cleaning yard
he can't remember how young i am
he keep asking me when i will retire
or he wants me to be like him, maybe
i sense he wants to come back to work
retirement has left a void in his life
for one thing, he is not boss anymore
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Poetic Co -existence
when i write
there you are, you read
and i do not demand much
if you comment
when you write
i read yours too, and you do not demand much
if i copy your lines
and put them inside my heart
for that is the only
towards a symbiosis
of our mutual poetics
like cigar to my lips
like strawberry candy to my tongue
like rib from my side
like bed to my body
like mouth to my finger
like thighs to my
strong hands
like firewood to my
forest nights
like tent to my rain
like moon to my
winter roof.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Uncertainty We Live
IN UNCERTAINTY WE LIVE
In uncertainty we live,
And in uncertainty we will die-
Uncertainty is with us
In all our loves and hopes,
Nothing can escape
The ‘not knowing’ which will always be with us-
Uncertain we are born
And uncertain we will die-
God help me contend with the Uncertainty
With greater wisdom and courage.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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She Ain't Your Ordinary Girl
(Robert Jason)
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She don't love carelessly that's what I've always heard
'Can't use the usual lines she measures every word
No empty promises proof is what it takes to win her heart
The truth and nothing less, simple things that set her far apart
Save your diamonds and your furs she's not your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary, no she's not
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary, oh no
She ain't your ordinary girl
No midnight alibis, no foolish games for her
And if you cross the line you'll get what you deserve
But when you see her smile nothing seems to matter anymore
And in a little while you'll feel like you've never felt before
Like no other in the world, she's not your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary, no she's not
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary, oh no
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
Save your diamonds and your furs, she ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
song performed by by Alabama
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To Be Frank With You
i've read all the answers
to your questions and to be frank with
you
not one satisfies my discriminating
quest
the words are bland
the deductions are not that logical
enough to appease
my boredom
but i will not fail you
i will let you survive and move on with your life
it is your honesty
that makes you live
it is your persistence
that must punish you
and when your prayers are granted
do not ever think
that the gods are all pleased.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Now?
now the questions are asking you
what now? quo vadis?
where to? what for?
why?
yes, why above all.
the questions are asking you
and you must answer with the very same questions to the questions
you beg, and they beg too
the answer to the questions
but you have no answers really
you have learned the art of wisdom
its own ways
its own manners of not answering with answers
who knows? no one knows?
oh, ahh, i must start from where wisdow
was born
here i am and i know nothing....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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More Questions Than Answers
There are wars around us daily and the world sleeps,
But read your Bible always to know the facts about all these prophesies!
For there are more questions than answers on this earth,
And like a red mark on the foreheads of mankind.
Of hope in life,
Of power in the name of war,
Of love to the people we care for,
Of faith on the journey on this earth,
And of a sound mind in the land of roses;
But there are more questions than answers on this earth.
Beside the service of two,
Elias came as a surprise to us! !
And like the prophecy that is known to you;
But there are more questions than answers on this earth.
Captured by various lusts,
But we brought nothing to the world and we will take away nothing out of it!
And like our tears after the bombs,
But there are more questions on this earth than answers.
Bombs everywhere! !
And like the corpses after the wars;
But in youthful lusts with green-uniforms like the flesh and blood as seen in Ivory Coast and in Libya!
And the world sleeps because of its many problems.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Just So God Damn Sweet
Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. Going ı n the depth of the soul.
Giving up all control.
Becoming a slave to the mined.
No need to justify. Just live ı t as ı t ı s.
No need to worry about ı f you will be satisfied.
Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet, ı magine that.
Take a chance, take another glance, being pulled ı n.
Hypnotized and memorized all at the same time.
Stir the perfect blend of just go damn fine fine oh oh fine.
Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. No more good byes. Here to stay.
Here to lift the spirits so high above the sky.
Coming out of the shadows to bring the sun to your eyes.
Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. The best moment of all time.
Live ı t then rewind. Do ı t all over again.
Soon or later you'll win.
Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. I will break free. I will be me.
Its my party. Its my choice. Its my voice.
So sincere, so secure, so strong.
Right where ı belong.
Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. Today we meet.
What a treat.
First ı mpressions lead to a succession of the best lessons of life.
Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. Are you ready to meet the real me?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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As FAR AS I AM CONCERNED
I was not born
yesterday, Let me tell you that i am aware
of what i am, where i am going, what i am after of.
I do not wish to speak
for i have nothing to say
what i know of
need not be spoken anymore
it need not be known
because my words are dying
but not looking for cure.
When you ask the questions
i have long pretended that
my answers are true.
They suit you and you leave
me happy thinking that
everything is alright with me
and all of us.
Now you doubt and you
want to ask some questions
those that you have long
wanted to ask
but to please you
i always use the same
answers until you stopped
coming and asking for more.
I have no use of speech
I have found reason only
in speaking to myself
as i begin to create a friend
that i alone can trust.
This is the imagined friend
who like me does not
find talk too necessary.
I used to talk once
like a child who loves you
but you did not bother
to mind each qualm for
thirst each complaint for
hunger.
I have nothing to say
I have no prayers.
Because as far as I am concerned
I have long considered
myself finished.
When you come again
You shall know a friend of mine.
This ghost.
This emptiness that will
never fill you.
This stranger without
a traveling bag.
This silence without
a signature.
This vacant lot without
a home.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All In A Day's Work
When I was born
The doctor said
There's something wrong
Inside that baby head
When I was a boy
In Sunday school
I told them all
That they were fools
All in a day's work
To live and breathe
A sight to see
And so it goes
I went into
The fortune teller's
She wouldn't read
My horoscope
I go into
The laundromat
The people all
Buy extra soap
All in a day's work
To live and breathe
A sight to see
All in a day's work
To live and breathe
A sight to see
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Moment To Moment
Too many nights of isolation
Too many echoes in my head
Too many fires left burning
In this bed
Too many thoughts of desperation
So much pain deep down below
So mych a slave to my senses
I cant let go
From moment to moment
I live and I die
This cant go on anymore
Another day, another lie
From moment to moment
I stand and I fall
This cant go on anymore
Unless we both give it all
I ask you how can a man keep his distance
How can he reason with his heart
How can you hold me so near
Yet keep me so far
From moment to moment
I live and I die
This cant go on anymore
Another day, another lie
From moment to moment
I stand and I fall
This cant go on anymore
Unless we both give it all
Sometimes Id like to break you down
To see if theres a trace of woman in you that could be found
But I just keep prayin youll come around
And live from moment to moment
I live from moment to moment
I live from moment to moment
So much a slave to my senses
I cant let go
From moment to moment
I live and I die
This cant go on anymore
Another day, another lie
From moment to moment
I stand and I fall
This cant go on anymore
Unless we both give it all
You know I want to give it all
I live from moment to moment
Everyday of my life
I live from moment to moment
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Fight It Back
On them white horses
We come marching through the fields
We think were kings
When we come across the field of deeds
But we should know
That the trophy that we carry is the head
Of mi brother that has paid with his life
And now he is dead
We got a typhoon on the rise
Typhoon on the rise
We got a typhoon on the rise
Typhoon on the rise
We gotta fight it back
We gotta get it on the run
We gotta fight it back
Here comes the future
The fire thats burning as bright as the sun
Fight it back
How come we cant realize
That what we do in this is wrong
We got to get of this ship of fools
It will sink before long
We cant accept that
The man of wetbones is still on the streets
We have to get our act together
And get up on the feet
We got a typhoon on the rise
Typhoon on the rise
We got a typhoon on the rise
Typhoon on the rise
We gotta fight it back
We gotta get it on the run
We gotta fight it back
Here comes the future
The fire thats burning as bright as the sun
Fight it back
song performed by by E-type
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Little black box called Television!
I watch it
Morning, day and night
The plasma screens are quite a sight
Soap Operas, Reality Shows, Movies
I watch anything there is to see
But the little black box called Television
Gets on my nerves
Images of other people’s life it serves
As a daily dish to my vision
Even my own ideas about fashion
Are ruthlessly destroyed in its mission
To impose on me of how to live
But I love Television
I am addicted to Television
Like glue is to paper
Or love making is to a beginner
I am its concubine with my permission
Please at me, don't point a finger
When I am lonely
It is easier to pretend
The images presented by TV
Are my friends
When I am horny
Without sounding funny
I can make love in my bed
After breakfast in bed
To anyone from the TVs images
Now endorsed into my head
That little black box
Sucks, it really sucks
It is just a vicious circle
Bed, Work, Television and Bed
Bed, Work, Television and Bed
Bed, Work, Television and Bed
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Welcome Stranger To Another World
it is almost dark when i arrive
at this place,
beside the cemented road
a garden of wilting flowers
petals are filled with dust
the trees along the way
towards a bungalow
are shedding off leaves,
sonorous, the place is getting
strange to me with its own
kind of quiet
the door of the house is half open
the swing on the side is not moving
the air is strong
and leaves begin to be flown away
i enter the door
dusting my shoes on the carpet
scarlet in hues
light is filtered by dark green curtains
i remain standing
and you are there waiting
for this final talk
it is strange for i feel
that i do not belong to this place
anymore
i am taking away all my stories
and a book of poems
there is only one thing
i like to say to you
we make an agreement
there will be no more elaborations
no justifications for our past actions
nothing hurting or unkind
we are tired of the pain
i am leaving.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Smoke Spreading Under The Trees
the smoke spread under the trees
from a certain burning firewood
on the house not far from where we talk
it spreads far
and this evening as i get too bored
we look at the hazy subject matter
as it moves farther to a certain visible distance
and despite the pollution
i imagine something more artful than this damage to my lungs
under the trees
the smog is beginning to shape itself
into a chine painting
of the dawn and its mist
like a poem written
by one of the poets that i love to read
Tu Fu, Li Po,
or was it Kulafu?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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