Shutting Up....
if i only
knew
the objective of
art is to keep things
in order
convert chaos into
a well kept room
no messing
everything neat in its place
perhaps
that is what i am doing right now
threshing out
emotions early morning
putting them inside
a canvass of this monitor
a window
where emotions take the shape of words
shit
shut.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hang On To Your Emotions
When your imagination has too much to say
When the chill of the night meets the sweat of the day
And you have trouble understanding what other people have to say
Youd better
Hang on to your emotions, hang on to your emotions
When a demagogue inside your head has taken charge
And by default what you say or do is criticized
And this litany of failures is recited a thousand times
Youd better
Hang on to your emotions, hang on to your emotions
Could it be youve never felt like that
That your minds a cage - inside the cage a cat
That spits and scratches all it can get at
And thats you, and your emotions
Could it be youve never felt like that
Your minds a cage - inside the cage a rat
Rabidly trying to get it, you
And your emotions, you and your emotions
When your imagination has too much to say
When that facile voice inside your head says give your life away
You might think to ask - how it got that way
What books it has read - that make it that way
And where it got the right - to speak to anyone that way
Youd better
Hold on to your emotions, hold on to your emotions
When a night citys breeze blows across the room
And a 5 am moon and sun start their swoon
You hear your lovers breath
And not a moment too soon
You get to
Release all your emotions, you get to
Let go of your emotions, and now
Release all your emotions, youd better
Let go of your emotions
Release, I wanna let go
I wanna release, now
song performed by by Lou Reed
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A Shitty Poem
Some things makes us wise and Some things makes us bad
Sometimes you just wish, you should have listened to your dad
Sometimes you wonder of the things that you have with you
sometimes you just throw them, and bring yourself all new
Sometimes struck in chaos, when your thought seems to shutdown
Thinking of some shit, sometimes black sometimes brown
Why this fkuk has to happen always with me
Like some tire I roll, where dogs come and they pee
Why is that when I sit down to write some serious stuff
I know It aint that easy but it aint that tough
I have tried it in the morning and I have tried it in the night
But why there has to be some shit in whatever I write
Cant I find some good words, some words you might like
To find them I go to some fine place with my driver and my bike
Many songs I have heard and many songs I have sung
But when I sit and write, I see only cow dung
On a fresh morning, looking for something that could inspire
I end up seeing some fresh shit, some fresh shit on some fire
poem by Kanav Justa
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Relax Orange
if you look for sense
for sure there is none
this is the place of senselessness
like the birth of emotions
and the death of emotions
funeral like things are moving
at times
there are baptisms of fire
when you arrive and you expect
for the sun
inside your room
the moon hanging by your window
or the stars
laid in bed like a twinkling mattress
well, it is a crazy day
the rivers are playing football in the banks
the ocean is praying for rain
like a nun
the mountains are playing bowling
with the hills and mounds
i am not thinking
i am emoting i am not writing i am playing
games that are not familiar with you
it is like
oh well, catch me if you can
don't get mad, we have a lot of them here
and don't be too serious
they are waiting to be listed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Room
Through that window—all else being extinct
Except itself and me—I saw the struggle
Of darkness against darkness. Within the room
It turned and turned, dived downward. Then I saw
How order might—if chaos wished—become:
And saw the darkness crush upon itself,
Contracting powerfully; it was as if
It killed itself, slowly: and with much pain.
Pain. The scene was pain, and nothing but pain.
What else, when chaos draws all forces inward
To shape a single leaf? . . .
For the leaf came
Alone and shining in the empty room;
After a while the twig shot downward from it;
And from the twig a bough; and then the trunk,
Massive and coarse; and last the one black root.
The black root cracked the walls. Boughs burst
the window:
The great tree took possession.
Tree of trees!
Remember (when time comes) how chaos died
To shape the shining leaf. Then turn, have courage,
Wrap arms and roots together, be convulsed
With grief, and bring back chaos out of shape.
I will be watching then as I watch now.
I will praise darkness now, but then the leaf.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Sleepless In Mindanao Island
the mind is nude
the air is warm
inside this darkness
a single lamp
flickers... i am sleepless
again in Mindanao island
the last window is closed.
the monitor lights and blinks
and the sound of the keys
start to run, fingers playing
on words, words
making love with thoughts
the ecstasy is felt once,
twice, and then the rapture
of beauty, the dance of grace,
the steady trickle of
emotions, there is music
this poem for you.
love and sleeplessness.
lust and restlessness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Painting dreams...
Gazing at an empty page,
Thoughts and emotions run wild.
A portrait of words come to life,
Like dreams of emotions dancing.
Images of us live on in written words,
Stirring my mind and emotions.
A world of dreams built within the mind,
Forever floating upon the emotions of fantasy...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Painting is the passage from the chaos of the emotions to the order of the possible.
But...Going On Like This, I Do
You can!
But I can not,
Go on like this.
You can!
But I can not,
Hide my emotions.
Inside to leave distant.
You can!
Remain with pain,
And not let go.
Tell me nothing is wrong.
But I know that's not so.
You can sit in one place...
To stare out of the same window,
All day...
And not move a muscle.
But I can't compete with that.
Something you hold onto has control.
Keeping you attracted.
And my love for you,
Has a kept helplessness about it...
That keeps me attached and trapped.
You can!
But I can not,
Hide my emotions.
Inside to leave distant.
You can!
But I can not,
Go on like this.
And even though I know,
You have heard me admit it...
Going on like this,
I do!
Just to prove...
That my going on like this,
Hopefully...
Will sink in and get through to you.
I am here but for no other reason,
But to give and show...
The love that I have for you one day you will know!
The love that I have for you one day,
To me...
You will learn, as I have...to let that love show.
And even though I know,
You have heard me admit it...
Going on like this,
I do!
And leaving you,
Will never undo it!
But...
Going on like this,
I do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What We Are Really Trying To Achieve
what are we really trying
to achieve in a page?
it is like a room with all things
out of place,
towel on the floor, misplaced pen
in the bath tub
a cat inside the cabinet
behaving like
your skeletons,
your glass is on the window
like a crazy dog wanting to get out
from the frame,
what we have are misfits, pieces in chaos,
times interpolated, interlaced fabrics,
seemingly without a design
improprieties,
we have art, we put things in order
make them beautiful again
back to its ordered beginnings
in the midst of these storms
tornadoes that dispel our belief systems
we go back to work, back to art and
system,
we are tying to piece things
threads into a fabric of beauty
of thoughts in grace
of gentle dreams, of peaceful places
these are...and i
am.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lost key
The key to my emotions is lost.
I lost the key years ago.
Shut down all my feelings.
Now noone can hurt me again.
Noone will get to me.
For I cant feel a thing.
I locked up my emotions
And I threw away the key.
The key to my emotions.
Dont no where the hell it is.
But is doesent matter.
I dont want to feel pain any more.
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Emotions
Emotions are all around us.
Be it good or be it bad.
I always have an emotion in my hart.
My emotions are not healthy ones.
They are allways sad.
Today is no different to yesterday.
My emotions are sad.
To day is worse than any other day.
For today I was told.
Told my gran has cancer.
Now today things really are bad.
Maybe my world will fall apart.
Mabey things will come crashing down.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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One More Word
Spill it all over, just like you used to
Reason to be strong
But you don't like me, but you don't even know me
I will save me, I will save me.
Please fight for me
Shut down in another light, in a hole not yet sewn
Words that make you sickened inside
But you're sucked down in a steady strife
And you bleed without halo
I can tell now, I can tell now.
Please fight for me.
Shut down you don't know us all
Shut down you don't know us all
Shut down you don't know us all
Shut down
It's all inside, so far
it's all inside
One more word, I'm asking you to come and get it
You don't want to wake up and kiss it goodbye
Please fight for me
Shut down you don't know us all
Shut down you don't know us all
Shut down you don't know us all
Shut down
It's all inside, so far
it's all inside, so far.
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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Early In The Morning
Early in the morning and I cant get right
Had a little date with my baby last night
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Now its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to all the places where we used to go
Went to your house but you dont live there no more
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to your friends house but she was out
Knock on your fathers door and he began to shout get out there boy
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to doogie chain to get something to eat
Waiter looked at me and said you sure look beat
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
song performed by by Van Morrison
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When I say manage emotions, I only mean the really distressing, incapacitating emotions. Feeling emotions is what makes life rich. You need your passions.
quote by Daniel Goleman
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The Trigger Called Emotion
when emotions run high
poems come like
a tornado,
when emotions run low
what is happening
to you?
when emotions become
too suspicious
what is next to do?
will you pull the trigger of
the gun and leave
the handwritten note:
because i love
you so?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Such a Terrible Thing.
That would be such a terrible
Thing she said seeing morning
Come through the window like
Some peeping Tom if he was to
Write and say he didn’t want to
Meet and that he never loved
Me at all or indeed in the first
Place that it was all just pretence
And she waited each day for his
Letter to come saying precisely
That saying what she thought a
Terrible thing written in his neat
Hand with that hard pushed down
Period at the end of the last sentence
And with the absence of those crosses
Of kisses at the bottom of the page
And she lifted her head to the day
Coming through her window wondering
If the mailman would be late or if
Maybe he was on his way and maybe
He knew what the letter would say
And was on his way to deliver like some
Ancient messenger with news of some
Raging war or battle lost and it would
Be a terrible thing she thought if he did
Say those things if he did write them down
And she didn’t know how she would cope
If he did wasn’t sure if she could keep her
World intact wasn’t sure she could cling
On each morning as the sunlight seeped
Its way through to her room and touched
Her bed and skin and head maybe she
Thought he’ll say he loves me and write it
In his fine words and hand with those kisses
Like birds in flight at the bottom of the page
Otherwise she said it would be a terrible thing
For the traitorous two-faced mailman to bring.
poem by Terry Collett
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So I'm not worried about the emotions I carry with me, because I'm happy that I have them; I think it's good for the work I do. The emotions that are not healthy are the ones you hold inside, like anger.
quote by Diana Ross
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Got To Get Away
Ive got to get away
Ive got to move away
Ive got to get away
Ive got to move away
Ive got to get away
Ive got to move away
Ive got to get away
Ive got to move away
I was afraid I kept my feelings inside
We shared our love and the thing
But in the end you took a ride
You didnt come back to me I shut my tears along
It crushed my heart causeyou are never coming home
Emotions swept away to nothing at all
Those were the days that I was loosing control
You got me burning it will never get the same
You just let me standing in the rain.
Ive got to get away
Ive got to move away
Ive got to get away
Ive got to move away
Ive got to get away
Ive got to move away
Ive got to get away
Ive got to move away
Ive got to get away
Ive got to move away
Emotions swept away
Im loosing control
Youve got me burning up
Ive got to let you go
Emotions swept away
Im loosing control
Youve got me burning up
Ive got to let you go
Ive got to get away
Ive got to get away
Ive got to get away
Ive got to move away
Ive got to get away
Ive got to move away
Ive got to get away
Ive got to move away
Ive got to get away
Ive got to move away
song performed by by Alice Deejay
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Back to the Atomic State...
he is looking for an opening
his eyes are angry
but his words are restrained
and will not
let the mouth speak about
emotions
in his place emotions are
rebels
and the owner of everything
will not like it
there are spies and soldiers
of decent speech
and modest actions
and anyone caught shall be
shot to death
or beaten till his flesh
bleeds no more
and so he is looking for an exit
an opening
but there is only nowhere
there is only somewhere
and time seems to be like a road
without a station
and emotions seem to just a random
of planets
evading a collision
that could have made him happy
when the whole universe
bangs against
each other
and thus end everything
everything
so he could become another atom again
beginning anew
on a virginal spin
in a nucleus world
where he can be truly himself again
he is so small
he is so negligible
and let it be again
that no one notices him
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Emotions
Chorus:
You've got me feeling emotions
Deeper than I've ever dreamed of
You've got me feeling emotions
Higher than the heavens above
I feel good
I feel nice
I've never felt so
Satisfied
I'm in love
I'm alive
Intoxicated
Flying high
It feel like a dream
When you touch me tenderly
I don't know if it's real
But I like the way I feel
Inside
Chorus
In the morning
When I rise
You are the first thing
On my mind
And in the middle
Of the night
I feel your heartbeat
next to mine
It feels like a dream
When you love me tenderly
I don't know if you're for real
But I like the way I feel
Inside
Chorus
You know the way to make me
lose control
When you're looking into my eyes
You make me feel so
High
Chorus
song performed by by Mariah Carey from Emotions
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