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Shrp & Sne

I am away from home
It is nightime in this big city
And i am inside this room
Writing
Absurd travelling
Flying that far only to write about same
Things over and over again
Like a boat moving in circles
Yet
I am not tired
Sleeplessly
Ignited by joy that i am alone &
Still managed
To be
Sharp and
Sane

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Inside That Room

inside that room

clutters of old things
a conglomeration of dusts
silent stones
broken wedges
blunt shapes and sharp edges

inside that room

that silence we both shared
isolated moans
tongues lingering

inside that room
our memories

now the door is closed.
inside that room
the noise of insistence
the clap of a disaster
we disown

inside that room
the impregnation of tough thoughts
with soft laces
of ductile memories

inside that room
oh! there is no

us anymore.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wonderful Wonderful Dream

As i walk by the sea
I hear the breeze blowing in my ear
whispering of things never heard

A land that cover by fog
A city under the sea
A flying city in the sky
And how i wish i could see it all

In the night i dream a wonderful dream
Of a land cover by fog
Where creatures never before seen
Beautiful unicorn
running with the wind
Lovely fairies
Flying everywhere

Of a city under the sea
where lovely mermaid
swim and dance
with lovely music all around

Of a flying city in the sky
where live a race
never known
Wizard, witches, sorcerer and sorceress

From the land that cover by fog
to the city under the sea
From the city under the sea
to the flying city in the sky
From the flying city in the sky
to my bed in a room
where the sun had shine in
and awaken from my wonderful wonderful dream
Sigh.............
How i wish to remain in my wonderful dream

poem by Josephine Lee
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Sky Blue

Lost my time lost my place in
Sky blue
Those two blue eyes light your face in
Sky blue
I know how to fly, I know how to drown in
Sky blue
Warm wind blowing over the earth
Sky blue
I sing through the land, the land sings through me
Sky blue
Reaching into the deepest shade of
Sky blue
Sky blue
So tired of all this travelling
So many miles away from home
I keep moving to be stable
Free to wander, free to roam
Train pulled out said my goodbyes
Sky blue
Back on the road alone with the sky
Sky blue
Theres a presence here no one denies
Sky blue
Sky blue
Sky blue
So tired of all this travelling
So many miles away from home
I keep moving to be stable
Free to wander, free to roam
I can hear the same voice calling
Crying out, from my heart
And that cry, what a cry
What a cry, its going to be
If I can stop to let it out, oh

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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The Sea in The City Where The Boat Sinks

in the sea of the city
the boat leaks and you are inside it
there is no fear
for inside you is a lifesaver

you swim to
the shore of your comfort zone
and take a look
finally at the boat
that sinks
gobbled by all the mouths
of the people
whose faces you cannot
recall anymore

they are
taking nothing from you
as you have none
to boast anyway

when you go home
you tell her about it

she says nothing
knowing you
from the very beginning of that
page of the novel
that you have written
which she has read
after your
wedding

the house is warm
and the air from the sea
begins to blow
the light in the room
is switched
off
and shadows
recently gone begin
to moan

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Invisible letter

An Invisible letter

I would like to write down something
Between me and the invisible city
I would like this silent letter
To be sent
By the perfect shape of wind
You will ask
How is it possible for the whole city
To be invisible
This is absurd
Even for You
You will say
But however, whatever one hawk
Just right now is becoming a wind portrait
Which separates city on syllables
More over, because the hawk is
The roof of one invisible building
Where still live I
Your poet
Who is writing for invisible things
In this city
That is constantly running away
And taking eyes apart.

Borce Panov

poem by Borce Panov
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Travelling Man

The lights of the motel shine on to me
This is the land of the brave, sad and the lonely
The last rides
Coming to me I can feel it
A new life
Screaming out and I cant miss it
Travelling man
Travelling man
You get away if you can
My bodys shaking, my bodys tired
Hookers to the left of me, killers on the inside
The last train
Left this station long ago
The headlights
Shine like diamonds in the snow
Like a travelling man
Im a travelling man
Run away if you can
Cruel world keeps turning Im dead on my feet
From the blue icy mountains to white city heat
Factory fire burns like a phoenix tonight
Spread your wings come on darling
And your eyes
Search for me but I cant see them
And your sweet mouth
It speaks to me but I cant hear it
And your - your sweet smile
Two thousand miles for your warm kisses
And your sweet child
I got one last chance and I cant miss it
No no no no
Travelling man
Like a travelling man
Well Im a travelling man
Written by : kerr/burchill/lipson reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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041611G mom doesn't like way i write

i brought home my papers
with scrambled writing and
folded to look like unknown
bird or boat that really float
i could write my name not
my family name too long

i can't decide which hand
i will use for writing it seems
i can use them both at ease
so i have two gigantic pencil
my mom wasn't please with
so i hide my left hand under

***
i'm writing my recollection about
my mother as a reminder to mom's
that we kids does keep in mind
lots of things concerning our mom's
and of course we remember at
'MOTHER'S DAY'

poem by Manonton Dalan
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A Letter From A Writer Searching For Her Soul And Wanting To Feel Not With Her Hands

Hello (to whom it may concern) ,

It's been awhile since we exchanged messages. Sorry, I'm not much of an |'onliner' these days. I resigned from my job. I'm, in the process of soul searching. Funny but I don't really know why I'm looking for a soul, my soul, when I cannot even see it. I'm on an unplanned vacation in some quaint town some miles outside the city while writing this email.

I guess I never had the chance to tell you how you took the glint from my eye. To write from the soul and not for the awards. I have overlook that writing is an Art. Thus it is priceless. A gold medal does not define you as an artist. Write until it ceases to become a craft.But more than just stringing words after words, conscious of your weary grammar, punctuations, right words, and subject matter. To write is to turn your heart inside out.

Beyond 'writing' and its technical definitions, it is actually a journey - a self surrender - towards the oblivion you are willing to traverse with your pen. And you find yourself in another state.

To write is to 'see' but not with your eyes. To 'feel' but not with your hands. And at the end of it all, you know that it's there. Writing takes over you. Thus, I often wonder: am i writing with the pen? Or is it the pen using me to write? But I know somewhere deep inside, there is a thing mightier than the pen that prompts me to write. And that is the soul.

I want to find my center. My creative process in writing. Ironic, but to find it, I must loose myself.

hahahahaha. whew. I know i sound stupid. Sorry. Thanks for bearing with me. Hope it's not too late to greet you a Happy New Year! ! ! ! =)

Always,
(name witheld, but this could be you)

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heathen Town

We used to call it sin city
Now its gone way past that.
Painting the town
And then burning it down.
And even thats old hat.
Now there a choir of angles
And the fall of rome
Singing ave maria
Or home sweet home
Chorus:
Its just a heathen town
I hear only evil
As my tongue is tightened.
I used to be god-fearing
Now Im so frightened
cause the devil will drag you under
By the sharp tailfin
Of your checquered cab (? )
Now I cant sit down,
Im going overboard
In this heathen town.
Starts as an a flirtation
And ends up as an expensive habit.
With one eye on her place (? ? )
And thats his prison
And the other on a girl
Dressed as a rabbit.
Now you can live forever
In your fits and starts
The only stake you cannot raise
Is the one driven through your heart.
Chorus
The people all said sit down,
Sit down youre rocking the boat.
The people all said sit down,
Sit down youre rocking the boat.
cause the devil will drag you under
By the sharp lapels of your checkered coat.
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down,
Sit down youre rocking the boat.

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Simple Song

I am travelling by bus on the lonely highway
And there is no other cars onr truck in this lonely high way because it is Easter and everybody else is spending easter at home
But I am travelling by bus on the lonely highway and I am going by bus To Mexico city so that I can have a break from the long winter
But I will be back in may home when it will be spring at home by then
And I am so happy at the same time to get away from home
But also my heart jumps with ioy

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Pay You Back With Interest

(clarke / hicks / nash)
Too many people need me
Ive got so much, so much to do
But when my travelling is over
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
It seems unfair to leave you
And sell myself the way I do
But when my wandering is over
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
Most of my life Ive been moving
And when I tire out Ill come home to you
But until then Ill be waiting
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
How cold is my room, (how cold is my room)
Without your love beside me
We look at the same old moon (looking at the moon)
But youre not here beside me
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
Break
Too many people need me
Ive got so much, so much to do
But when my travelling is over
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest

song performed by by Hollies
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Rio

Patrick simmons / jeffrey baxter
When things get stale
You get on a boat and sail to rio
The beaches and the sea
Thats where I long to be
In rio
But Im workin for the man every day up in the city
Got to get away on a boat around the corner
And its waiting there for you and me
In rio
Dark eyed lady
Drive mercedes everywhere
In rio
She said, do you wanna take a ride?
So I jumped right in beside her
In rio
But Im workin for the man every day up in the city
Got to get away on a boat around the corner
And its waiting there for you and me
In rio
When things get stale
You get on a boat and sail to rio
The beaches and the sea
Thats where I long to be
In rio
But Im workin for the man every day up in the city
Got to get away on a boat around the corner
And its waiting there for you and me
In rio

song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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The Need To Be Faraway

it is only when
i am far away

beyond the reach of
this civilization

that for a
little while

i quit
writing because it is this
distance
that keeps me
sane

it is the nearness
of all these
little things around me
that keeps
my hands moving

cultivating a garden of
words
to hide
the weeds

to please what has
been
creating havoc
in that warring
hole of
my empty being

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Inertia Creeps

3d
Recollect me darling raise me to your lips
2 undernourished egos 4 rotating hips
Hold on to me tightly Im a sliding scale
Cant endure then you can inhale
Clearly out of body experience
Interferes and dreams of flying I fit nearly
Surrounds me though I get lonely
Slowly
Moving up slowly
Inertia keeps
Shes moving up slowly
Slowly
Moving up slowly
Interia creeps
Moving up slowly
She comes moving up slowly
She comes moving up slowly
Inertia creeps
Moving up slowly
She comes
Moving up slowly (x2)
In my home no chrome as clear as
See me now with my nearest dearest
Been there when Im over-careering
Room shifting is endearing
Between us is our kitchen
Where she finds my irritants itching
Been here before been here forever
Moving up slowly
Inertia keeps moving up slowly
Inertia creeps moving up slowly
Inertia keeps moving up slowly
She comes
Moving up slowly (x2)
She comes moving up slowly
Inertia creeps moving up slowly
She comes
There be no sound in my eiderdown
Awake I lie in the morning blue
Room is still my antenna in you
Nylon burns the bedspread with 2
Gravity zero see me stall
I bounce off the walls lose my footing and fall
It can be sweet though incomplete though
And the frames will freeze see me on all 4s
Its been a long time
She comes (x2)
Comes
I want to x you, she comes
I want to x you, she comes
I caught your radio waves
I caught your radio waves
With tin cans and string
Say you string me along
Say string me along
Say inertia creeps
Inertia creeps and she comes
Say she comes (x4)

song performed by by Massive Attack
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This Poem This Afternoon

this poem
has nothing much to give you

some words
discarded that i
keep again
on this monitor

perhaps garbage
or dust or pieces of
scratch papers,

but somehow
i go on writing,
without any purpose
at all

in mind, just
to let the hours pass
by
the minutes wasted
for having to wait
on something else,
the next scene
another event
of my life
a meeting in
another room
a riding of
a vehicle to the city
and then
wait again for the
students in the
university

i talk much
and write too
little

for hours and hours
until it gets so dark
at the late hour
of the night

and then i go home
drive my car
no talking now
just paying attention
to the road
meeting my face

and the faint sound
of the aircon
of the car until i
arrive on the side
of the house

the gate opens
i turn on the light
and go inside the room
to sleep
on this chilly evening.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why Do I Write

I write from my sadness
I write from the madness
I write because I have something to say
I write to pass the day
I write only from the heart
I write for sometimes I am not that smart
Whatever is in head just comes out on paper (in this case a word document) , and I go with the flow
Write to let my mind go

I follow my hand to where ever it takes me
I write all the things that I can see
I write when I am happy, but not as much
I write from my heart that you can touch
I write because I’d go insane
I am driven to write quell my pain

At times I feel alone so I write what I am feeling
I write for it is self-healing
Confident not so I write it all away
I write and write to pass the day
I write to comfort my soul that cries out in the night
I write for love is always out of sight
I write so I don't have to cry any more
I write for I have no one to adore
I write so someone somewhere will hear my plea
I write for someone is out there for me
I am lost and I the clown
I write to turn my frown upside down

I write to embrace the sadness I hide inside
I write with my heart opened wide
I write to silence the ghost
I write for I’ve been let down by the one I loved the most
I write through the stormy weather
I write for I am light as a feather
I am not a writer nor am I a poet
I write for the grief I do know it

I will write until I draw my last breath
I write because I'll die a lonely death
I have to write for strangers delight
I write because I have to write
I write for my own happiness
I write to relieve my stress
I write because I have no other choice
I write as if I was writing a letter
I write because I can’t do any better
I write because I am afraid not to
I write for this is what I do
I write for I give a damn
I write just because I am

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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The White Room

Spanna noo na noo na ne na naho
Spanna noo na ne ne naho
Spa noo na naho
Noo na naho
Noo na naho
Spa noo na naho
Spanna noo na noo na noo na naho
Spanna noo na noo na nehhey
Spa noo na nehhey
Noo na naho
Noo na naho
Spanna noo na noo na ne na naho
Spanna noo na ne ne naho
[more spa na noo ne na noo things]
Talk to me, talk to me
If you want to know the things we see
Then step inside our skins
The white room, the white room
We spin, we turn, watch and wait
As the world just creeps on bye
The white room, the white room
Ooohhaaa
Talk to me, talk to me
Far below, a small boat sails,
Catching fish from the sea.
The white room, the white room
We climb the mountain,
Feel the wind,
We climbed to touch the stars.
The white room, the white room
Ooohhaaa
The white room, the white room
[more spetta na noo ne na noo things]
The white room, the white room
The white room, the white room
[more spetta na noo ne na noo things]
The white room, the white room

song performed by by KLF
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However Absurd

Ears twitch, like a dog, breaking eggs in a dish.
Do not mock me when I say this is not a lie.
Its funny thing, half serious, with our hands on our ears.
Living dreams with mouths ajar, wide awake, we go to sleep.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
Something special between us, when we mmade love the game was over.
I couldnt say the words, words wouldnt get ny feelings through,
So I keep talking to you...
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
Custom made dinosaurs, too late now, for a change.
Everything is under the sun, but nothing is for keeps...
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Little Girl and The Moon

once upon a time there was a little girl.
she liked to sit outside at night and talk to the moon.
everynight she kept the moon company.
one night she noticed the moon seemed tired, so
she climbed upon the roof, to tell the moon a secret.
the old moon smiled, so she reaches up
takes the moon in her hands and puts him in her pocket.
then she climbs down and goes into her house, up the stairs
to her room.there she takes the moon out and lets lay on
her bed.for hours they talked, told secrets and giggled.
then they heard people asking where the moon was.
outside was so dark, they couldnt find their ways.
the old moon says to the little girl
'maybe you should put me back into the sky,
so the people can find their way home at night'.
the little girl agreed.so she picks up the moon,
puts him back into her pocket.
she walks downstairs and goes outside.
it was very dark, but she wasnt afraid,
she had her friend the moon to help
show her the way.
she climbs back upon the roof, takes the moon out
of her pocket. holding him with both hands
she tells the moon'i love you,
we will still talk every night, but you must go back
give people light at nightime'.
she leans over kisses the moon goodnight.
then reaches back and tosses the moon
hard as she could back into the
nightime sky.
then the little girl and the moon hear, all the people
shouting and laughing.
after everything quietened down
the stars who were so happy the moon returned
all gave the moon kisses.
the little girl climbed down
with the moon lighting her way
went inside up to her room
took 1 last peek out
blowing the moon a big kiss goodnight.

poem by Sandy Nobody
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My Dream Home

My dream home would be a log home in the city
Downstairs would be the kitchen with the laundryroom in it
And a storage area
Also there would be a family room with a living room
The log home would have 4 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms
In the hall of the log home would be the linen closset
At the front of the log home there would be the stone driveway
But at the back of the log home there would be the indoor garden so that We could use it all year round
The floor in the log home would be wood
And the walls in the log home would be beige
There would be Ikea furniture inside of the log home
Also the neighbourhood would be a well established neighbourhood
But very quiet indeed
Not too much traffic
The parks nearby would be very sophisticated with colorful
Flowers and beautiful trees

poem by Aldo Kraas
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