Roca
lovely rock
heart shaped beside the shore of this old
historical spot
g-spot of jose meeting josephine
they made love here, so much love, to the envy of the trees and the vines
the moon so full and the stars too many
in silence
they have no stories to tell about the the traces
where they went
how they die and how we ought not to remember
pain buried on the sands of time
springing as corals and crustaceans from the deepest floors of
the bleeding heart to the deepest sea.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The beauty spot was borrowed
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard
Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeat so softly
We bend our knees at the alter of my ego
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
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their bitter petal chant, "we can kick, you wont be back"
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There's still traces of me in your veins
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And we said 'til we die
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There's still traces of me in your veins
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And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
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First Cut Is The Deepest
I would have given you all of my heart
but there's someone who's torn it apart
and she's taking almost all that I've got
but if you want, I'll try to love again
baby I'll try to love again but I know
The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
'cause when it comes to being lucky she's cursed
when it comes to lovin' me she's worst
but when it comes to being loved she's first
that's how I know
The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
I still want you by my side
just to help me dry the tears that I've cried
cause I'm sure gonna give you a try
and if you want, I'll try to love again
but baby, I'll try to love again, but I know
The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
'Cause when it comes to being lucky she's cursed
when it comes to lovin' me she's worst
but when it comes to being loved she's first
that's how I know
The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
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My Pain is Deeper than...
My pain is deeper than the deepest of any oceans.
My pain is deeper than the deepest of any cuts.
My pain is deeper than the deepest of love.
My pain is deeper than the deepest of caves.
My pain is deeper than the deepest of holes.
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A message to my love
What is the meaning of love
Love is not some made up word that hallmark has come up with
Love is not just a 4 letter word that is used to make everything better
Love is a bond
Love is full of pain and heart ache
Love is something that comes from no where yet stays for a lifetime love is an unseen friend that warms your heart when everything seems to be going so wrong love is something that is always with you even when no1 is there to say it love can bring 2 ppl together love can push 2 ppl apart love is what u make of it love is happy full of joy full of fear full of life love is well love, love is just a 4 letter word to some but to me love is knowing u can always count on someone to be there even when they are not around, love is the memories that we share even after they are no longer there, love to me is just knowing you are ok even when u show me u don't care, love to me is what it is a bond that we will always share long after it seems to not be there u will always have a spot in my heart love.
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The First Cut Is The Deepest
I would have given you all of my heart
But theres someone whos torn it apart
And shes taking almost all that Ive got
But if you want, Ill try to love again
Baby Ill try to love again but I know
The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
cause when it comes to being lucky shes cursed
When it comes to lovin me shes worse
But when it comes to being loved shes first
Thats how I know
The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
I still want you by my side
Just to help me dry the tears that Ive cried
Cause Im sure gonna give you a try
And if you want, Ill try to love again
But baby, Ill try to love again, but I know
The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
cause when it comes to being lucky shes cursed
When it comes to lovin me shes worse
But when it comes to being loved shes first
Thats how I know
The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
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The First Cut Is The Deepest
I would have given you all of my heart
But theres someone whos torn it apart
And shes taking almost all that Ive got
But if you want, Ill try to love again
Baby Ill try to love again but I know
The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
cause when it comes to being lucky shes cursed
When it comes to lovin me shes worse
But when it comes to being loved shes first
Thats how I know
The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
I still want you by my side
Just to help me dry the tears that Ive cried
Cause Im sure gonna give you a try
And if you want, Ill try to love again
But baby, Ill try to love again, but I know
The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
cause when it comes to being lucky shes cursed
When it comes to lovin me shes worse
But when it comes to being loved shes first
Thats how I know
The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
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A Theme On Unrequited Love Via The Moon And Sun
the sun in its might
finds meaning
to the moon and stars
at night
love sought
love not found
and always in its heavens
love is unrequited
for the meaning of his might
and sunshine
is always that pain
and longing
the moon and stars
are waiting
and the sun
always
cannot reach
them
fate and nature has it
on its design
there is no meeting
there is no fulfillment
but come to think about all these
what if one day
when the sun and moon come
and make love
will this earth not burn
with their passions?
will we all still be here
on that fatal day?
will not all the stars explode
with envy?
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I Love You Even Though You Never Cared.
I sit here and wait. Wait on you to come and be mine for once again, but what I will always wait on is for you to be mine for me to keep. Maybe oneday I will find someone to treat me right and you will see and it will be to late to have me. Oneday I will find a guy that's always by my side through the ups and the downs. You always come back and tell me you love me, but in my heart I truly am aware that you don't love me and you never cared. But deep in my heart you will always have a spot, but within that spot I will hate, but you took that spot of my heart, and that's yours to keep. You will always have that part of me.
poem by Angela Ratley
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The Stars And The Moon
Sitting down on a bench outside my residence,
I could see the stars far away in heaven;
It seems to me like,
The stars are spelling out my name.
Over here in Africa,
I keep on wondering about the nature of things;
The very patterns of the Creator's mind which,
Is yet to be understood by many!
At times it is very easy to see the stars up there,
But at times too there are no stars at all! !
How far are they, if i may ask?
How big are they, viewing from my compound?
This makes me wonder about the stars at night.
Oh creation, why has it taken us such a longer time?
We still don't understand many of your wonders;
Are we clever to see or, too blind to see?
I don't even understand some of your myths.
Like the mystic cloud of the air is,
My delight of the realms to write this muse;
There are days that i could see the Stars but,
The Moon takes over at times.
The very moon-light that helps us in the villages,
The very time to gather around by the fire side;
To listen to stories and folklore tales like,
The tales by the moon-light as the saying goes.
The 'Kwaku Ananse' stories and,
That of 'Mr. Tortoise' stories from our Elders.
Sitting on a bench outside in Africa,
I could see the stars spell out my name;
Lovely Stars of my heart,
My candle is yet to burn out;
At times, i do see the Moon as well.
My state of heart is for you oh Moon!
One day, i will visit you up there;
Directional moon to my soul,
How sound is your hospitality out there?
In my viewing views, i could see you up there;
In my wondering of things, there you are!
Oh, the Stars and the Moon out there;
Greetings from me to you all.
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The Gardener XVIII: When Two Sisters
When the two sisters go to fetch
water, they come to this spot and
they smile.
They must be aware of somebody
who stands behind the trees when-
ever they go to fetch water.
The two sisters whisper to each
other when they pass this spot.
They must have guessed the secret
of that somebody who stands behind
the trees whenever they go to
fetch water.
Their pitchers lurch suddenly, and
water spills when they reach this
spot.
They must have found out that
somebody's heart is beating who
stands behind the trees whenever
they go to fetch water.
The two sisters glance at each other
when they come to this spot, and they
smile.
There is a laughter in their swift-
stepping feet, which makes confusion
in somebody's mind who stands behind
the trees whenever they go to
fetch water.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water
WHEN the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile.
They must be aware of somebody who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.
The two sisters whisper to each other when they pass this spot.
They must have guessed the secret of that somebody who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.
Their pitchers lurch suddenly, and water spills when they reach this spot.
They must have found out that somebody's heart is beating who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.
The two sisters glance at each other when they come to this spot, and they smile.
There is a laughter in their swift-stepping feet, which makes confusion in somebody's mind who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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My Deepest Fear
My deepest fear is not that i am fighting
feelings that are outrageous
My deepest fear is not the life i live that
shadows me with my faults and faults of others
My deepest fear is not the fact that i am lost to
world full of cruel and unusual incidents
My deepest fear is not the false things that come
my way such as indications and judgments
My deepest fear is that i am blessed beyond measurements
and the truth of the life i live may come forward in the end
poem by Breanni Mcduffey
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I Hunger for More of You
I love you so very much yet
You simply are not mine
I want to embrace and hug you
But it's impossible at this time.
I hunger for your kisses
To touch your dear soft face
We might as well be worlds away
As I work at my busy pace.
I am so blessed I met you
In a most unlikely point in time
The moon was at its lowest ebb
When I thought you could be mine.
I want to follow you to rivers
That flow into the deepest sea
but my eyes just can’t stop crying
‘cause you and I may not be we.
I try to close the windows
Of my bleeding heart from you
But they just keep on opening
As I know our love’s so true.
I lose myself within your soul
Without you to be lost again
I hunger for your love’s embrace
Now.. evermore.. again.. again…
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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My Cottage Home
1.
My home, my home, my cottage home,
Thou fair and lovely spot,
How sad and lonely is my soul,
When I can view thee not;
The vines may blossom in my path,
And flowers I most adore,
But what are all their charm to me,
If not beside my door.
2.
Home is a name ne'er forget,
Like other names of earth;
We never grow old to love
The spot that gave us birth;
And when in dreams of faded years;
Of all our youthful pride,
How sweet to dwell beneath the roof,
Where our dear parents died.
3.
My home, my home, my cottage home,
I'll love thee evermore,
And evry heart that greets me when
I reach thy humble door;
And though my mother's smile be gone;
My mother's watchful care,
I love to dwell beneath the roof,
For home was always there.
poem by Septimus Winner
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Silence Or Despair
Outside it's snowing, it's silence,
Same as in my heart,
All around me stay still and cold,
Only my heart rush to beat.
It's the anger to be frustrated,
It's the coldness of an unfulfilled desire,
It's the spoiling of the deepest aspiration,
It's the failure of a love that from a long time ago had fade.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Man In The Moon
Stories from the deepest
Part of my heart
Delving under cause to wonder
Why am I falling apart
Scattered all around
This topsy turvy room
Will I find the one
Who takes me there too soon
When the night is cold
And you cant find anything
And your will to survives
At an all time low
The spirit will fly and return
With a new found energy
So keep it within and delight
As your garden grows
Whispered in some lonesome voice
Too afraid to come out of the dark
Sinking down into the covers
Sleep to the beat of your heart
Spinning all around
This most peculiar room
Will I find the one
Who takes me there too soon
Do be kind
And civilised
And dont descend
Into the dark abyss
And the man up in the moon is shining
Good fortune down on me
And the man up in the moon is shining
Sweet love
Sweet love
song performed by by Erasure
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Man And Love
When a man is draw there
is always a space for the
heart. Within that heart
love have it's spot, the
moment love find that
spot that man is
complete.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Stay And Drown
good god have i been dreaming?
this paralizing feeling
was i left alone? where have you gone?
are you somewhere else just sleeping?
with a way to wake you
ill never ask you
would you take my hand in the deepest end?
would you stay and drown in me?
take my hand in the deepest end,
my open eyes see everything
passing allthe days through a window pain
and as the sun would change, id stay the same
this paradise was nothing new
but the paradise gets tired of you
a single conversation stole my attention
would you take my hand
in the deepest end?
would you stay and drown in me
take my hand in the deepest end,
would ya stay and drown in me?
my open eyes see everything
and you see nothing
and dont forget it
take my hand in the deepest end
would ya stay and drown in me?
take my hand in the deepest end
would ya stay and drwn in me?
take my hand in the deepest end
would ya stay and drown in me?
would ya stay and drown in me?
stay and drown in me
song performed by by Finger Eleven
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At Night When The World Is Sleeping
at night when the world is sleeping
i have learned to sing inside the chamber of my heart
i have become this nightingale
a black nightingale singing the songs of the full moon
at night i have become this bleeding heart
blood dripping on the floor of the house
at night i beg the moon to listen
to the songs of the black nightingale
i beg the moon
to see the blood from my heart dripping
i beg the floor to understand and for a time being
when sadness and mourning reigns in the house of my body
to keep this bleeding heart
like sands on the floor of its hands.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Song Of Don Juan
and let him say
that he knows the ways of the heart
of women and he shows them how big is his heart
loving all of them fairly and thoroughly
(or is it
truly?
not really, for there is this truth inside his heart
still about to unfold
to be freed...)
and he loves many of them, ladies longing for his love
ladies in reds and blues, ladies in stilleto shoes,
lovely ladies in a row, and he kissed and made love
to each of them,
without regret,
to the envy of other men, but what is it really inside
this magnificent don juan, so handsome and so virile
like one loving machine?
pity. love. sympathy. fame. glory. fortune.
sex, desire, lust, the magnanimous don juan
shall have it all
and enjoy what the hands of lust have given him
freely and abundantly
like a bunch of sweet
grapes on his mouth
at the bottom, of all these pleasures, once,
beneath the moon, in the silence of his room
he stares at his masculine body, his thighs, and
strong arms,
this fucking machine
to his chest, there lies his broken heart
still wanting to be held, and still wanting to please
them all
he never had what he loved most
that someone buried in his past, that someone
crying in the grave still calling
for his name
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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