Our Two Souls
my soul is as distant as the seven oceans
to yours
what long bridge shall we make
to connect them?
the silent patient bridges of time
eons and eons
till your ghostly fingers touch mine?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Noiseless Patient Spider
A noiseless, patient spider,
I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Two Versions Of Me
Ten mountains stand tall
Nine seasons since fall
Eight eons of sand
Seven oceans began
Now there is none
No more light from the sun
Now waters run free
No more fish in the sea
One more name on the slate
One less minute to wait
Too busy to see two versions of me
One more bottle is dry
One less reason to try
Six feet underneath
Five fingers don't reach
Four seconds it seems for all of our dreams
Three oceans away
Two children at play
Too busy to see two versions of me.
[Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics]
song performed by by Phish
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Bridges Burned.
Those footsteps
In your hall
Are mine.
Returning in your dreams.
Don't be concerned.
Our bridges burned
So long ago.
With silent screams.
That heartbeat
You can hear
Is mine.
Still beating a drum
In your soul.
We both have learned
Our bridges burned
Under moonlight glow.
We drowned
In the undertow.
Where the waves of love did roll.
Our tears
Like dew on leaf
Will dry in the distant sun.
When the earth once more has spun.
From the paradise that we yearned.
To the place
Where our bridges burned.
As we kissed
On a snow laden sleigh.
Then watched it all melt away.
poem by Kevin East
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My Dead Dream
HAVE YOU found me, at last, O my Dream? Seven eons ago
You died and I buried you deep under forests of snow.
Why have you come hither? Who bade you awake from your sleep
And track me beyond the cerulean foam of the deep?
Would you tear from my lintels these sacred green garlands of leaves?
Would you scare the white, nested, wild pigeons of joy from my eaves?
Would you touch and defile with dead fingers the robes of my priest?
Would you weave your dim moan with the chantings of love at my feast?
Go back to your grave, O my Dream, under forests of snow,
Where a heart-riven child hid you once, seven eons ago.
Who bade you arise from your darkness? I bid you depart!
Profane not the shrines I have raised in the clefts of my heart.
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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But God
she is worried
about what is happening to me
the silence and the stare
the long walks seem not to help
the loss of appetite for life
the one that forgets the sweet taste of water
the softness of rain
at night
to all the queries
there will be no answer
God is like that
He is silence and why do we not have to worry about Him?
His silence for all those eons and eons
Did you see his hands? Did you triumph on doubts?
Do you ever remember his last appearance?
when was that?
she is worried because i am asking for specifics now
she is worried because God is Love
and all my love is gone
including what i once revealed to her
that first time
when we were so young and so gullible
about
the magic of creation
we are all dumb.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Factus Illac Lacrimosus
Caliginous, of long mane, maid beckons
as white sea birds dive in airy orbits,
and hazy horizons breathe, on eons,
resplendent she is! my soul transmits.
Thus, all advents of my previous lives
seek out for poetic streams, conflate,
white bluish colors, and dreams to guise,
benign oracle, to honor you and oblate.
The sea, I said, my soul, dimly effuses
to love you in ethereal transmittance,
I disinherit my years in Hades pastures,
accord of Elysian notes, a Deus stance.
The sea-gulls fly above, an obsequious
ocean behavior, so you, a memory fragile,
made solitude my companionship frivolous,
the flights fictitiously, my dreams beguile.
I recall our summer time, eons before,
gallivant feast to surmise dreams lost...
- A cry of yours, a dark mantle you wore,
factus illac lacrimosus, of my way foremost.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Burning Bridges
You haven't changed much
From the last time I saw you
You look so new to these old eyes
So much water's gone over the bridge
That burned between you and I
I've avoided nostalgia ignored the sentimental
Tried to cut myself off from much of the past
All that macho and all that bravado
Makes me wanna laugh makes me wanna laugh
We do what it takes to keep on pushin'
We do what it takes to survive
But seeing you now here at this moment
Don't it make you wonder
Chorus I:
Why'd we wanna burn those bridges
Why'd we wanna light such a flame
Ain't no way to stay warm at the fire
Of burning bridges burning bridges
I've made some adjustments
Worked out some problems
Nearly drove myself crazy with things I can't change
But all that's history little darlin'
And it's good to see you smile
Just good to see you smile again
You got what it takes to keep on pushin'
You got what it takes to survive
But seeing you now here at this moment
Don't it make me wonder
Chorus II:
Why'd we wanna burn those bridges
Why'd we wanna light such a flame
Ain't no way to stay warm at the fire
Of burning bridges
Why'd we wanna cry such a river
Why'd we wanna sswim that distant shores
There ain't nothing to see in the light
Of burning bridges
I'm thinkin' that we could start over
But rebuilding bridges takes time
Time to heal time to forgive
Let live and forget
You haven't changed much from the last time I saw you
You look so new to these old eyes
So much water's gone over the bridge so much water
Chorus II:
Burning bridges burning bridges burning bridges
song performed by by 38 Special
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The Sun Burns East to West
The Sun Burns East to West
(Earth’s Creation to the end of an Ice Age)
© 2008 (Jim Sularz)
Sun’s first rise over life-less skies,
the Earth cools, and the waters pool -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the planet’s broken plates quake and move.
Lightning strikes, the waters stir,
and the bonds of life begin to churn -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the waters swirl in a living urn.
Strange aquatic things, they all evolve,
some spiny finned, start to crawl -
the Sun burns East to West.
And they slowly stretch erect and tall.
Eons past where the cunning reign, a savage place,
with small sized brains -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the dead surrender their twisted remains.
An asteroid streaks from the sky, blocks out the Sun,
cause most to die -
the Sun burns East to West.
And all in a blink of Time’s eye.
Footprints in stone, some on mountainsides,
make it clear that rocks don’t lie -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the Fossils always tell the Time.
Eons past and Eons more, the fittest evolves,
and Man is born -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the early brain, once fast asleep,
begins to dream and mourn.
The first million years, Man lives in fear, learns to hunt,
invents the spear -
the Sun burns East to West.
And migrates to claim the vast frontiers.
Tools from stone and controlled fire, creates language,
that shake Man’s empire -
the Sun burns East to West.
And splash Cave paintings with Human inspire.
Life-times of hunter-gathering,
and story-telling in the dark -
the Sun burns East to West.
And a World spins with a Million hearts.
The Earth starts to warm, the oceans rise,
and the waters shape the lands -
the Sun burns East to West.
And when an Ice Age ends, then comes, the Age of Man.
poem by Jim Sularz
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Two Forces
while one builds a bridge
the other takes its time destroying it
while the other grows the branch
the other cuts it
one concerns itself with life
gentle, tender, sympathetic
the other concerns itself with death
cruel, hard, indifferent, hateful
opposed, true
but they go together in the eons of time
hand in hand
like two parallel lines moving in infinity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dont Go Far Off Pablo
dont go far off stay close
stay where you have always been
like the sun, for eons, never disappointing
sending its light and cheers
the moon, never haunting,
for eons sending its inspiraton
dont go far off stay close
make my day a blessing to have
and night a sanctuary to luxuriate in
dont go far stay close
let your laughters fill my day
and your breath, my breath
let the day brighten up with optimism
and the night a wonder drive for morrow
dont go far stay close
as close as the heart can be
because when you are gone
the days are as good as it is without
the sun and the night moon
and the beach without the water
to carress and serenade its love song
(In Memory of Pablo Neruda)
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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In The Blink Of An Eye
Life is a mere speck
in the eons of time.
It begins and is over
almost in the blink of an eye.
Each day we must treasure
as if it is to be our last,
appreciate everything
that surrounds us as we wake.
Enjoy the company of our friends
and every bit of our lives.
We are given but one chance,
best we make the most of it
every second that we can.
poem by David Harris
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The Words As Bridges...
in a true relationship
a word is a bridge that can connect
two distant cities,
it will take just a syllable to get to know
each other and cling like vines
on the trellis and give a flower
to the passers-by,
others have destroyed many bridges
with just one word, the harshest thing that can
happen to
syllables, like
saying bye. And it ends there like
a shadow of the
western movie against the sun
and then the curtains
fall
and we all leave and carry with us
the story of
guilt and forgiveness....
on my own experience
the words are always bridges to old cities
and though rusty
they still hold the missing gaps
and the river or the
sea below
will always be hungry for some
morsels of lives
to fall
in my own world
no word destroys, no syllable cuts
an umbilical cord,
i place it there. In print.
and time is powerless to erase it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Be Strong
like a rope
of steel
to make a bridge
and connect
two distant
islands
i walk in
do not snap.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It is my hope that during my brief passage through this universe, that I may share with you the joy of hearing the music of the stars... knowing that the composer was from a distant place and the songs were written eons ago, which now fall gently on this place for all to hear.
quote by Richard H. Baker
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Why still you count your years... [De ce-ţi mai numeri anii...]
Why still you count your years to see if you are old
When very well you know your soul is sad and cold,
And why you ask the glass so often to attest
That on your face cruel time no wrinkles has impressed,
When know that all your things, which constantly do roll,
Have left deep dreary marks in your beloved soul,
And that eons have passed and fallen in abyss
Since on the earth you felt a momentary bliss?
And how you look today why do you want to know
When you're aware your ghost has left you long ago?
You carry death around and slowly are consumed,
Life has become a pain, you feel that you are doomed!
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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You Know That It Aches A Lot
you know that it aches a lot
my dear
so why take it and
venture some more
with the exercises of
pain and sorrow
and strict discipline
like kung-fu at dawn
on top of the cliffs
and mountains
you shy away
and tell yourself
this is the proper time
to quit and hide
away from this
wasted time and
unnecessary trouble
you justify: i have other
better things to do
like licking sweet
strawberry ice cream
or drinking my
favorite light beer
or simply strolling
in the park with my
favorite dog
or having fun
with my younger
friends and singing
the videoke with
them on lazy afternoons
or visiting gardens
during holidays
or making money
and taking time to study
and evade with legal
validity my taxes
oh well, you make
your choice and it
does not matter.
it is your life and
this is my life.
but oh well, wait.
when it does not ache
anymore, the joy is
a hundred times
greater than the pain.
you see, i am always
feeling it...
now in thousands
this bliss of expressing
myself in the art that the
gods have handed
years, and many years ago
eons, and eons, and
so many have really
forgotten.
i just love this and
i could have taken
you to the place
of the burning bush
the holy ground
the love of my life
and my way of
communing with
all the gods.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Earth and Moon
When Hadean Earth was magma sea, an impact cleaved the Moon,
And eons since and eons hence, they dance in close commune.
The Earth has flourished under axis stabilizing boon,
The Moon's white face records a cannonade in craters strewn.
The Moon held tight and flooded night with light upon its birth,
Yet every year it draws away, the smallest finger's worth.
The Sun's and Moon's diameters and distance from the Earth,
Now perfectly in ratio, comparing length to girth.
The Moon appears the equal of the Sun in full eclipse,
The golden spray or ring it wears depending on ellipse.
Yet over time the Moon will fade and dwindle as it slips,
Beyond the weary, failing grip of Earth's fond fingertips.
poem by Diane Hine
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Bridge To Our Hearts
Hiding behind the truth and avoiding me
but can you denying how it feel?
u keep forgetting me
Perhaps u forget our memory?
Too much sorry
u believe silence build for thinking
Restless about silence is waiting
dont hate to love
never love to hate
it just me, u and time
ground and sky maybe far
for me it just a different space
sun and star maybe different
i talk with stars at night
and sun still warm me everyday
friend is not about hating
friend is all about loving
so break the silence
lets break the wall
start build the bridge
to link our hearts
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Bridge is important to connect two parts,
Broader soul bridge will connect for someone between two hearts
Be a way for a soul to walk and visit another in place called heart
But when communication was stopped, left as abandoned yard
So keep manage to keep bride stronger even time goes hard
Remember, a bridge is a door of our hearts
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Born In A Stable
In a far off time
and a land far away
a baby was born.
Everyone one knows his name
and the miracles he performed,
His touch stretches
across the eons of time
and his work lives on
in the hearts of men.
Born in a stable,
crucified on a cross,
proclaimed a king
whose kingdom is heaven
a place where all want to go.
Christmas is his birthday
we remember it still
and celebrate
the birth of the son of God,
Jesus Christ.
poem by David Harris
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Run Away
(eric carmen)
She was just an average blue-eyed
Golden high school dream
An illusion nothing real could ever touch
Funny love seemed so much more intense
At seventeen
When I knew shed never love me
Half as much
I recall the desperate vow I made
I must find a way somehow to win her heart
Ive got to make her mine
Gonna run away
Till I prove that Im a man
Gonna run away
Be the best I know I can
Got to run away
Got to find my space and time
And I cannot rest a day until I make her mine
Trades were made for promises
Of a timeless memory
And I knew but still refused to comprehend
The fantasy more glamorous
Then she could ever be
Was the course of least resistance
In the end
I recall the desperate vow I made
I must find a way somehow to win her heart
Ive got to make her mine
Gonna run away
Till I prove that Im a man
Gonna run away
Be the best I know I can
Got to run away
Got to find my space and time
And I cannot rest a day until I make her mine
Long ago an innocence
Lived deep within my soul
In a yesterday where love
And dreams remain
But disillusion clouds my eyes
And the winter takes its toll
For the spring has gone
And will not come again
I recall the desperate vow I made
I must find a way somehow to win her heart
Ive got to make her mine
Gonna run away
Till I prove that Im a man
Gonna run away
Be the best I know I can
Got to run away
Got to find my space and time
And I cannot rest a day until I make her mine
Got to run away
Got to find my space and time
And I cannot rest a day until I make her mine
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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