Perhaps, Death Is Like That....
perhaps
when one is conscious of
an impending death,
time becomes a
line thinning into
lips sealing
itself
one falls out of
words
settles upon a chasm
of silence
trying to forget
what good is there that remains
in life
imagining what is next
a door that opens
to someone waiting bringing light
upon his hands
signaling you to follow
and never look back
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Home
I aint never going home
cause Im having a good time
I aint never going home
cause my time is come
Ill wait for the winter
To lie at my door
White stretches out before me
Leads me to the hall
White circles play within my mind
Ices over and freezes life
Time will come, time will come, time will fall
Bringing the world to its feet
Bringing the world to its feet
I aint never turning back
cause Ive come this far
And Im lost within my tracks
I will follow the north star
Ill wait till the springtime
Is breathing at my door
The wilderness before me
Heeds the lions roar
White circles play within my mind
Ices over and freezes life
Time will come, time will come, time will fall
Bringing the world to its feet
Bringing the world to her hands and her knees
Ill wait till the winter
Is lying at my door
Time stretches out before me
A stones throw from the door
White circles play within my mind
Ices over and freezes life
Time will come, time will come, time will fall
Bringing the world to its feet
Bringing the world to her hands and her feet
Bringing the world to its feet
song performed by by Erasure
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Where Are You Now?
For those of you who follow the King,
Tell me, where are you now?
For those of you who follow the Pope,
Tell me, where are you now?
For those of you who followed the Beatles,
Tell me, where are you now?
For those of you who followed the flag,
Tell me, where are you now?
Be it Frank Zappa, or Andy Warhol,
Tell me, where are you now?
Be it the Koran, be it the Bible
Tell me where are you now?
Be it Mein Kampf, the Communist Manifesto,
Tell me where are you now?
The Bill of Rights with all the fights,
Tell me, where are you now?
Will you follow the leader on to the quicksand?
Will you follow the leader to Hell?
Will you follow the leader on to Doomsday?
Only time will tell...
Sooner or later, you're bound to discover,
You're going to have to take the lead.
In this life time or maybe another,
You're more than a mouth to feed.
Time settles everything,
Indeed, all comes to rest,
And the fact is wherever you are,
Is anybody's guess.
No ones controls the length of time,
Nor the breadth and depth,
And there are no leaders at the end of the line,
Only you facing your death.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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Follow Me
You’re hanging over a precipice,
looking down; you know you are going to fall.
At the last moment, a hand grasps yours.
A stranger whom you cannot see.
Slowly they haul you from your fate to be.
Their face you still cannot see,
but their words echo around you,
come on my brother follow me.
Foot holds come one at a time,
safety is now assured.
Slowly you move upwards,
one-step at a time along the way.
At the top the stranger is waiting,
his face blocked by the sun.
His voice is gentle and serine,
come on my brother follow me
You climb to your feet and follow,
as he begins to lead the way.
In his footsteps, you follow,
each and every day.
You learn things with every step.
You learn to have humility,
with everyone to you chance to meet,
a lesson well learnt and greet.
You still hear his words,
come on my brother follow me,
you still have a lot to learn,
and I have little time to teach thee.
You follow him through dangerous paths,
but no ill falls upon you.
You follow him until your dying day,
and into the next life to.
And, all the time his words,
they seem to follow you,
come on my brother follow me.
You walk where he walks,
and see what he sees,
and when its time to part,
his words are still with you,
come on my brother follow me.
poem by David Harris
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About Your Denial....
Do not think that i am speaking of death
your view must be limited like an afternoon without hope for light
You have pocketed a smile
as though you are preparing for your usual cry
Do not think that life has gone awry
like the glass that spilled the milk
rolled on the table and fell on the floor
the sound of shattered pieces of glass
that feeling of stain
that silence that expects the reverse
of what actually happened
Come to think of it
this is just a path where everyone passes
they look forward for something else
like an open door that leads to a garden
a pool
a line of coconut trees
another view of the sea
a net full of fish
Come to think about it again
i am talking about life that remains life forever
you know it well
as it is written in the main page of your heart
you feel its song
you have read each word
and your soul has mastered it well
But for the meantime that you are lost in the middle
of everyday affairs
you pretend that you have forgotten it
afraid of the next door that opens
you settle for a chair....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Waiting at the light™
Waiting at the light
Will you go or stay
Waiting at the light
Will you follow or lead
Waiting at the light
Will you hold my hand or hers
Waiting at the light
Will you kiss me with passion or regret
Waiting at the light
Will you hold me tight or not at all
Waiting at the light
Will you love me or lie
Waiting at the light
Will you remember or forget
Waiting at the light
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Will you go or stay
poem by Cyndal Hofeling
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Waiting For The Light To Change
Brazen is love's redeemer
When you have so far to go
It loves the true believer
For the innocence they own
Life is good Life is grand
When you're sittin' on top of the world
Life is good when it's in your hands your hands
And nobody can change your world
I'm just waiting for the light to change
I'm just waiting for the light to change
I'm just waiting for the light to change
I'm just waiting
All my prize possessions
That I thought I needed so
Dragged me down on a razor
With a heaviness they tow
always searching for a love that's in bloom
it's a warm and soft embrace
Hoping you'll never be lonely again
It's a fear that you just can't face
(Chorus)
Life is good and life is grand
When you're sitting on top of the world
Life is good when it's in your hands your hands
And nobody can change your world
(Chorus)
I'm just waiting
song performed by by Tonic from Sugar
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Secrets Of The Loving Person
the room where you sleep
does not take hold of you
your bed cannot be part of your skin
and your windows are nothing but
the ordinary closing and opening
of your day
you like a door that opens
to nowhere
you have diamonds in your hands
you spread them
in the garden and you see
how they all glitter for a while
darkness folds and
light of another day opens
you take a walk and whistle
you don't remember the color of the blanket
you forget what warmth was there on that bed
you do not care whether the windows are closed or open
you move to another house
and tell your stories all over again
there is no blink in your eyes
there is no stammering in your tongue
you do not tell them what you love
there are no hands too familiar to hold you back
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Attachments
the room where you sleep
does not take hold of you
your bed cannot be part of your skin
and your windows are nothing but
the ordinary closing and opening
of your day
you like a door that opens
to nowhere
you have diamonds in your hands
you spread them
in the garden and you see
how they all glitter for a while
darkness folds and
light of another day opens
you take a walk and whistle
you don't remember the color of the blanket
you forget what warmth was there on that bed
you do not care whether the windows are closed or open
you move to another house
and tell your stories all over again
there is no blink in your eyes
there is no stammering in your tongue
you do not tell them what you love
there are no hands too familiar to hold you back
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Redefine
Killing for the sacred one
Find the words and go beyond
Search for the word to find
Just follow me and redefine
Redefine
This will be the constant fear
That goes beyond the life-dead trail
Falls into the searching light
Falls to the bottom of this blind
Kill for the sacred one
Find the words and go beyond
Seach for the word to find
Just follow me and redefine
Redefine
This will be the constant fear
That goes beyond the life-dead trail
Falls into the searching light
Falls to the bottom of this blind
Finding the word
Please be the word
???
Wretched torture death dismay
Feed off the ones that go unto you
Finding the ones are sacred to you
Killing the souls and fighting the dead
We are the ones the coming of dread
The coming of dread
???
The temple which will do no good
The beast before will show you should
Search for the word to find
That penetrates the re-align
Redefine
This will be the constant fear
That goes beyond the life-dead trail
Falls into the searching light
Falls to the bottom of this blind
Search for the word to find
Just follow Me and redefine
song performed by by Obituary
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God and goodness and Hope.....
I have always wanted to be
what you are,
oh, how i like it to be
where you are now,
and so i follow you,
every step
that you have taken
is a map
of my destination
you are inside that room and
i want to be in there too
but the door is locked, i knock and
no one hears it,
you are deaf and blind
no one opens the door for me
and i begin to
look at the window
they are closed too and i go behind the house
to find the kitchen door
it too, is closed
and i stand there alone
outside, and it rains and there is that sound of
thunder and
lightning is the only one that
gives me the flashes of light
to light my path
i am scared, of course, i am normally scared
by what is happening
and you are there showing your back at me
dining with the rest of your
guests
these successful people
who hold in their hands
fame and fortune
and who can withhold or grant other
people's opportunities
i am abandoned, and you are there inside that room
with all these societal gems
i give up,
i shall find another world of my own,
where opportunities are given for free
no dirty tricks, no influences, plain merit and
fitness, and
skill and competence,
i will work it out
from within, and i challenge myself with these words:
'soon, soon! '
i will be there,
because i am good and God will hand it to me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unopened Doors
Many doors of opportunity
remain shut through passing time.
You stand at them,
but they never open to let you pass through.
You try and try, but with no avail.
The door remains shut to you,
but you see other pass through it
and your frustration grows.
You bang and shout
and never anyone answers you.
The years slip silently by
from your youth until your old.
Each time you try the door
it refuses to let you through.
Even with more wisdom
it refuses to let you in,
but you don’t give up
you just try and try again.
More time passes
and you’ve lost the will
to want to go through.
You reach that point when you feel the battle lost.
Turning your back you walk away
to let the sun set on your life.
You feel you have nothing now,
no more will to fight.
Someone suggests a different direction,
a different door to go through.
You are hesitant
in case the door remains shut to you.
Finally, you try it
and are amazed to find
the door opens easily
and you can walk through,
but you keep remembering
the door that wouldn’t open for you.
25 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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I can't forget
I can't forget your smile
I can't forget your laughing eyes
Your kindness causes me to cry
I ask.
I ask.
I ask myself why
Are you s much apart of my life
Our midnight conversations rang in the back of my mind.
Time after Time
I crave for your company
I cry out at night for your warmth
I can't forget the woman you are.
I can't forget you are my friend
As well as my lover.
I can't forget you waiting outside my J.O.B.
To bring me home
I can't forget your tears
When I was laid off.
I can't forget, I just can't
I can't forget the first time I saw you.
Radiant and full of life/ you are.
Your voice low and sweet,
Eyes glued to mine as we speak
I just can't forget
I can't forget how myself esteem grew
While with you.
I can't forget
The long walks and talks of encouragement
You are...You are...You are!
UN_FOR_GET_TABLE!
You are my life line
You are my door to time
I can't forget
Sinking into your womanhood
I can't forget how you cuddled my manhood
I can't forget
You have shown me un-conditional love
And passon as well as concern
I can't forget
Those things I earned
I cant forget
How you crawled into bed next to me
Slow and easy, full of strength.
Pulling me close to your warm and soft body.
Wrapping your legs around mine
As to never let me go.
I can't forget
Giving me eye to eye contact
As we introduced oursleves once again.
I can't forget
As the moon was reaching it's
Apex(so were we)
My emotions outof control
My body limp, but full.
Your scent seasoning the room
With the after glow of us
I can't forget
I can't forget
I can't forget
I love you
That is always
I can't forget
Every morning I wake to a kiss
As gentle and as strong as the mildst river
I can't forget...You...I can't foget.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Sun C/79
Sun is the reason
And the world it will bloom
Cause sun lights the sky
And the sun lights the moon
Sun is the reason
All the happy trees are green
Then who can explain
The light in your dream
Sit you down
Sit you down young gentleman
Theres something I want you to know
You keep on asking me
You keep on asking me why
Why are we here?
It started a long time ago
Me and your mum on the night
Yeh yeh yeh ..we met
I was on the road again
She was in c79
Ill never never forget
Ill never forget that night no..
We met in a back road
Behind the stage
She had the best figure by far
Huh a thousand hours Ive looked at her eyes but i
Still dont know what color they are
Me & your mum on the night
Oh lord. we met
I was on the road again
She was in c79
She was a junkie then
And I was having a good time
Back on the road again
Oh momma I was on the road again
Back in suite 79
Ill never never forget
Ill never forget that time
Back on the road again
Oh Im travelling that line
I was a pop star then
Im still having a good time
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Sitting By Heaven's Door
My love without two being together
Through the good times and stormy weather
Ooh, but you fall for us
It should lose in you sudden darkness
You should always know I'll always be
Sittin' by heaven's door (Mmmhmmhmmmmm)
Waiting for you to come home (I'm waiting on you to come back home, oh baby)
Sittin' by heaven's door (Oohoohhoobaby)
Waiting for you to come home (I'll be waiting, no hesitating)
Hohoall I know is from this day on
We bond as one forever more
No way, no way we can lose, mmm
And any mountain we can move
With a team who beat the game called love
And, oh, oh, ooh, ooh
You know the time will come
When life will end somehow
And one of us is left without the other
If it happens to be me
Don't worry much, darling
I'll leave a passage to my heart and this is where I'll be
With the key in my hand
Sittin' by heaven's door (Hoooohooh)
Waiting for you to come home (I'm waitin' for you, baby, ooh, yeah)
Sittin' by heaven's door (Hoooohoohooh)
Waiting for you to come home (Waiting, baby, for you)
Sittin' by heaven's door (Hoo)
Waiting for you to come home
Sittin' by heaven's door (Hoo)
Waiting for you to come home
Sittin' by heaven's door (I'm waitin', anticipating, yeah)
Waiting for you to come home (Come on, come on, baby, ooh, yeah)
Sittin' by heaven's door (Come on home to me, yeah, oohhoo)
Waiting for you to come home (Come on, baby, come on, baby, come on, baby)
Sittin' by heaven's door (Come on, baby, come on, baby, come on, baby, come on, baby)
Waiting for you to come home (Come on, baby, come on, baby, come on, baby, come on, baby)
Sittin' by heaven's door (Now come on back, come on, baby, oh, come on, baby, come on, baby)
Waiting for you to come home (Come on, come on, come on, come on, baby)
Sittin' by heaven's door
Waiting for you to come home
song performed by by En Vogue
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The Last Kiss
The last kiss
Saved for last
When I pass away
Through the light
That’s waiting for me
The light is bright
I hear people
Calling me
Waiting for my time to come
Waiting for you to let me go
My last kiss
Will not be your last
It’s my time to go
Not yours to pray
Please don’t follow me this time
The last kiss
You gave me
I feel again and
I didn’t want to go
Holding my hand
I hear a soft whisper
“I love you please don’t leave me.”
But passing this light
But it won’t let me go through
The lovely guy that I once known changed
His heart let go and grew wings
The last kiss of mine
Was from my lovers lips again
The last kiss
Of my eternity
Never leaving
My lover’s lips from mine
My last kiss gone forever
Not Now
Come here,
please hold my hand for now,
help me
I'm scared please show me how,
to fight this
God has a master plan
And I guess
I am in his demand
Please save me,
this time I cannot run
And I'll see
>You when this is done
and now I
>Have come to realise
that you are
the one whos left behind
Please Stay,
Until I'm gone,
I'm here hold on,
tell me I'm right here waiting
I see,
>a light it feels good
And I'll come
back soon just like you would
It's useless,
>my name has made the list
and I wish
I gave you one last kiss
Please Stay
Until I'm gone
I'm here hold on
tell me I'm right here waiting
And take,
my one last breath
and don't forget
that I will be right here
waiting
Please Stay
Until I'm gone
I'm here hold on
tell me I'm right here waiting
And take,
my one last breath
and don't forget
that I will be right here
waiting
song performed by by Blink 182
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Don't Forget (22nd)
Don’t forget those times we used to laugh
About your silliness and awkwardness
I so love that about you
Don’t forget those times we watched
Some epic gross movie, I enjoyed
The best part was- sitting next to you!
Don’t forget those times we felt so uninspired
Yet your presence lights my fire,
You gave me so much joy
Don’t forget those times we just sit and talk
Sometimes you sang, I listened,
I cherish that moment my love
Don’t forget those times we used to eat out
The best days we had together
I wish that more would come
Don’t forget my words to you
How great and good you are,
I will say it again, if ever you doubt
Don’t forget those times of long silence
Yet our hearts beat as one
I will miss your empty corner
Don’t forget those times I didn’t speak
I was praying for you, I was longing
To be near you
Don’t forget those times of sadness
I was teaching you to rise up,
so you would know what you want
Don’t forget this special time, I allowed
My heart to love, I want to talk
I want to know, how about you?
Don’t forget that all we have, is but limited time
Just talk, just ask,
I have been waiting all this time
poem by Claire Ann Pajo Sansolis
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Next In Line
when you face life's problems and adversities
and come to God in prayer
waiting and waiting to no end
remember that God never comes too soon or late
you are next in line to the person ahead of you
yes next time you are next in line
to that person in front of you
God in His infinite wisdom
knows that, that person is in dire need than you are
his problems might be bigger and his faith is stronger
trust in His words and be thankful
little things or in big things, be grateful
He might be teaching
you to be patient
to wait on Him
to quiet your aching heart
then you will be filled with inner peace
if you only trust His plans for you
the best in you is yet to come
and you will be the next in line
in His own, good, good time
so, your time will come next time.Just wait and see
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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A Little Paradox Spoken Tonight Aroused By Extreme Pressure
the gods of the little nook
universe
has cursed me
not to be happy and not to be able
to say
what i really want in order to live fully.
i know my hands
i know the significance of each line in my palm
but the words are like forceps
that are pulling my nerves
the pains are indescribable
but it only my silence that is the clue
to my redemption
i am put in a box
where i am fed some trickles of light from leaks
like pores
of my skin
i know what to say but when i say the first word
the box starts to tremble
it is forbidden
i tried it once and some of my roots were cut
fate is treating me like a tree without leaves
out there in the fields
i see images that please me
shadows of love and bliss and
immeasurable joy
i am sure if i touch one of those
my back shall grow its wings
i have never done the things i did in dreams
i am powerless as an ant whose legs are cut
i boast to those who follow me
that i am a black bird with shiny feathers and that i have flown
both edges of the world
that i am bringing with me
all songs of happiness
they have never seen my heart
they only heard how it sings so well
i am glad
sometimes i wish that i have a mastery of who i really am
i am free i am chained.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Voodooded Lips
VOODOODED LIPS
esspeecee …18.06.09.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll reflect you lips’ eloquence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll blush-in by your lips’ glittrence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll unfold your lips’ innocence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll savor to the lees your lips’ elegance.
In the mirror of silence
I get psychic catharsis
In our lip lock reminiscences.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll siphon in your lips’ effulgence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll grope your lips
In abyssal absence.
In the mirror of silence
My lips will coalesce
In your lips’ effervescence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll be vortexed by
Lips’ psychedelic resonance.
In the mirror of silence
We’ll passionately hug
With sensuous confluence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll smear lips by
Your lips’ fragrance.
In the mirror of silence
We’ll tie-up our lips
In Monalisian resemblance.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll fresco my lips
From your lips’ brilliance.
In the mirror of silence
My lips will stain
By your lips’ every essence.
I’m voodooded by:
In the mirror of silence,
Your lips’ excellence,
And deluxe luminance.
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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