Roots And Tendrils Of Our Existence
there is a seed
beneath you
it grows
and you feel it coming out from your mouth
and anus
from your mouth is the tendril
like some form of a hand
and from your anus
roots
spreading down to your feet
trying to make you still
fixed
the tendril stretches and multiplies
and tries to reach the skies
it is pulling you
making you envious to the wings of the
black bird
meanwhile the roots are getting stronger
deeper and
fierce in the silence of its
goal, always, always to fix you
and make you
feel a prisoner of this
earth
two things, two contrasts
between all these
the heart, and now you must choose and listen.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roooaaaaaahh
I believe
In Our Fate
We Don't Need To Fake
It's All We Wanna Be
Watch Me Freeeaaak !!
I Say
We're Growing Every Day
Getting Stronger In Every Way
I'll Take You To A Place
Where We Shall Find Our
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Rain
Bring Me The Strength
Is Breeding Me This Way
To Get To Another Day
And All I Want To See
Set Us Free
Why
Can't You See
Can't You Feel
This Is Real
Ahhh
I Pray
We Don't Need To Change
Our Ways To Be Saved
That All We Wanna Be
Watch Us Freak
song performed by by Sepultura
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Remembering You
when i remember you
and when i utter your name
my tongue
a leaf about to wilt
soon regains its green lush
and tendril begin to grow
like roots spreading
down to my throat
reaching the trunk
where my heart
starts to breathe
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gentleman and evil man
Anus is
Anus
Mouth is
Mouth
Gentleman is
Gentleman and
Evil man is
Evil man
As
North is
North
And South is
South.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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North and south
Anus is
Anus
Mouth is
Mouth
Gentleman is
Gentleman and
Evil man is
Evil man
As
North is
North
And South is
South.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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My fondest hope is that 'Roots' may start black, white, brown, red, yellow people digging back for their own roots. Man, that would make me feel 90 feet tall.
quote by Alex Haley
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If you stoop to see your neighbour's anus, then your own anus is wide open for others to see, even more easily and clearly.
The world to humans
The child takes the world as a
Sweetmeat in its mouth,
Chews and digest it while it grows
And as old, finds the world as filthy
Lump in its anus.
The world is not dear
To the departing souls.
19.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Word Of Mouth
Ive been trying to get a message to you,
But the operator cant put me through,
Because the vandals went and wrecked all the telephones.
And all my enemies are spreading bad news,
You wont call me, thats why Im calling you,
To put you straight about the rumors theyre spreading about me back home.
I should have known, sooner or later,
Youd get the news, sooner or later,
The word of mouth will get right back to you.
Somehow we lost communication,
My only chance in my situation,
Is that the word of mouth gets my message through.
The word of mouth,
The word of mouth,
But who are they to say the things they do?
The word of mouth says that Ive gone insane,
That wine and women have affected my brain.
Well whos the big mouth spreading the news again?
The word of mouth says Im round the bend,
Its all over, this is the end.
Exaggeration sure gets the better of people who send[? ].
The word of mouth,
The word of mouth,
But who are they to say the things they do?
The word of mouth said I should be put in my place.
The word is out Im in disgrace -- a waste of space.
But if they say it, say it to my face.
People talking, trying to dig up the dirt,
There are so many lies around.
They spread their gossip and the rumors around this town.
Word of mouth, face to face,
My word of mouth has stated my case,
And Im saying Im coming back home to you.
You should have know sooner or later,
Youd get the news sooner or later,
The word of mouth will get right back to you.
The word of mouth,
Shut your mouth,
Shut your face!
song performed by by Kinks
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Movin In
We know its hard for you to see
That this is all we want to be
A constant urge within us grows
To do the thing that we propose
We tried so hard to make the grade
By making music day to day
Although our task is never done
You ought to know its just begun
And now its time for us to say
But most of all we like to play
A song or two that makes you feel
Like all the good in you is real
Together now weve lots to hear
To warm my heart to shed a tear
So come and listen if you choose
And feel a joy youll never lose
So everybody listen
Yeah
Everybody please give a listen
song performed by by Chicago
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There Is No Such Thing As An Unchanged I
THERE is not such thing
as a stagnant self,
a flowing river,
a waterfall,
a pouring rain
an evaporating dew
a gone away mist
sunshine falling
a seed sprouting
tendril curling
the winds blowing,
there is no such thing
as an I,
THAT does not change its form
it is the growing I,
THE changing me inside this
ever changing body,
you cannot touch me
only once
and i who is touched
cannot react in one
and the same way
this being, this is not just
a form and a shape
but a process, a journey
in constant movement
in changing ways
never, never fixed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You
You - you make me see all the possibilities
You- you make me feel emotions that I try to conceal.
I would take the stars from the skies
Just to put the sparkle in your eyes.
You make me feel like I’m on cloud nine
And whichever way I turn I’ll be fine.
You give me the perseverance to survive
You give me HOPE which will never die.
But what you give me most -of that there is no doubt
Is your love that I can’t live without.
You give me dreams that I never dreamt before
You pulled me from the ocean and took me to the shore.
You have given me all that I desire
You have set my soul on fire.
You have made life worth living
And my heart worth giving.
You have become the earth in which all life grows
And from a seed I have grown to be tall and strong
And you as the earth is where I belong.
And as the earth holds on to all that
Grows within and nurtures it till its reached its height
You have done this to me, and given me the might.
My love will grow and flow like the rivers
And the streams for all eternity.
For in your bosom is where I want to be.
YOU - YOU ARE LIFE
poem by Louis Rams
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To Ignore The Pain
to ignore the pain
like there is nothing between
us,
on this critical time of our lives
either one must leave
or one must shut up
away from
the other, closed like all the fingers hiding something
but it is just the beginning of something bigger
something
is gritting beneath, underneath the thickness of the flesh
something gnashes
it grows
expands and multiplies and branches out like
cancer
the pain with roots and tendrils
there is a time
for reckoning
the mounds protrude from the bones
and your mouth can no longer swallow
everything
fed to you
you cannot be ignored anymore like a bomb hidden
under the floor
you explode
lives will be claimed
the people will mourn for a while
and there you are
saying
justice is served
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Roots Of Creation
One two three four!
Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and
Shake your ass like your ready to sing
Well, something muy high
Something muy low
When me ready limo then they follow me home like a
Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
I pull up my hands and I look at my feet
The reggae music make me sound so sweet
Cause we play it morning evening and all of the day
It's the sweet kinda music makes me feel O.K.
The roots of creation
Said I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hat
My coat is so wide
Sometimes, sometimes I feel so high
But all the time I feel airie
I feel airie when I'm down with the scene called
Roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
One more time!
Well, pull up here honey like you got limbo
Well pull up your fingers like you're ready to go
Give me
Give me something high
Give me something slow
Give me something I can use
Give me something I can know
Your the body and the mind one
Part of soul or two
I feel a different person to be a different place
I'm living in a different place
Sometime I feel although its fin
Pull up your style make it sound so fine
With ah
Pull up hands with me
Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
A pull up sound with Mike Happoldt at my left
I got Eric at my right
We rock the reggae music every day and night
We rock the reggae music say it's right on time
Cause you're down with the music that they call Sublime
I'm living in a different nation
Reggae style again!
Gonna win me back gonna feel so fine
Bring me down to the place so right
We rock the music so late at night
With a guitar pick in my hand
What amounts to make me a man
Me help a little girl like this
Called the roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand, left pocket
Do the music, make me say me feel it
Read me on rights and me know me are wrong
Me am a white boy but I sing a reggae song
Called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
My hands are high
My ink is dry
My love for you, it will never die
Say me love you till me will testify
Me love the music make me feel so high
Song called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
Oh in a plastic nation
Such a boring station... a boring
One more time!
Pull up here honey if you got limbo
Pull it up make it up bounce I don't want it to be slow
I wanna make it sound right
I wanna make it sound strong
Give me kind of music make you rock all night
Like a roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
So cheer up my life
Cheer up my life
Take out the trouble
Take out take out the strife
Give me some music make it sound so nice
Give me kinda music make we wanna singa song twice
Like roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand
My seat is wobbly
Pull up your hands and it sounds like this
Cause I like my beer dry
Drink the gin and the gin
Love the kinda drink ya know make me sick
Me don't feel no nice but likewise
Make me drink gin like wine twice
I only make me feel so sadder, aya!
song performed by by Sublime
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Sorrow Seeks...
Sorrow Seeks...
Sorrow seeks...
Like the roots of weeds
And as the roots grow deeper
the weight descends
Like gnarled hands grasping at your throat
Choking out the beauty within
A dandelion with a face that glows of golden sun
But within the soil it's roots grow so deep
With one pluck you think it is gone for good
Only to return stronger than before
Sorrow seeks...
Like the roots of weeds
4 April 2008
Defiant Pattern
you feel betrayed
sometimes
stones like us
some
have turned into birds
behold the clouds
they were once
like us
too
the dropp of rain
comes to you in a dream as
an ocean
black turns gold before
your eyes
the jinx has become
famous Lady Luck
you ask so many questions
they get mad
you get punished for
such a
philosophical misbehavior
defiant pattern
bad to see and must not be
published
you feel betrayed
by a storm of biases
there is no place for you
and so
you do not turn into a bird
or cloud
or ocean
you remain as stone
deep under
you live in silence
apart from the world of birds
and skies
and oceans
you are stone
perfect in your silence
undiscovered gem
how will you ever
discover that stone in you
glittering in silence
depths of black
strata of wisdom
no one knows
they have taken nothing
from you
you have buried your mouth
and eyes
and ears in that blackness of
your chosen silence
defiant pattern
beautiful secret underneath
the
earth of layers of
silence
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Of The Doctors Who Only Go For The Money...
someday i will write a story about some doctors
swallowed by the big mouth of their love for money
and when they are finally swallowed digested by the fangs of their greed,
i will invent those long winding intestines
with lots of hydrochloric acid
so that all of them shall become nothing
but fluids
discharged smoothly in my
anus
as i feel that pleasure of excreting those
that consumed my
budget reserved for other
works of charity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Multiple Choice: Australia
The huge roots of the Daintree tree are known as:
1) fortress roots
2) buttress roots
3) art deco roots
4) neo-gothic roots
5) time-to-rinse roots
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Way You Make Me Feel - Bryan Adams
Couldn't feel much better
Than the way I fell tonight
Feel like Icould live forever
Feel like I could fly
When I thought I'd get it wrong, yeah
You somehow make things right
That's the way you make me feel
Better than I've ever known it
Better than it's ever been
I can't seem to control it, no
The way you make me feel
Like the sun coming up in the morning
Like holding the world in your hands
In a way I could never imagine (yeah)
The way you make me feel
I couldn't feel much better
Than when I'm here with you
You make everything seem so easy
I'm telling you the truth
You never try to please me
But somehow...you always do
CHORUS
The way you make me feel, yeah
The way you make me feel
The simple things you do to me
Simple things you say
I sometimes can't believe it's for real
CHORUS
The way you make me feel, yeah
The way you make me feel
The way you make me feel
song performed by by Ronan Keating
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An uncreative medicine
no hope
no friend
no family
no home
no nativity
no nationality
no fame
no name
no future
no points
no market
no identity
no possessions still a tree without roots
no relationship still a tree without roots
no anarchism still a tree without roots
no hiearchy still a tree without roots
no country still a tree without roots
no colours still a tree without roots
no degrees still a tree without roots
no certificates
no imaginations
no dream
no poetry
no fiction
no story
no news
no media
no happiness still a tree without roots
no genre still a tree without roots
no labels still a tree without roots
no names still a tree without roots
THE FOURTH EYE
of
A post-conceptual poet.
A Lonely Reminder...
because i am a seed
i sprout
i make the bud
and then
i flower facing the
sun
i grow and
i reach the apex
of time and i
know what follows
next is
the wilting of
my flowers
the rotting of
my roots
until i am gone
i know
i shall be back again
into nothing
the seed in me comes
again
i know
i know.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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