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Slowing Down

did we not believe that something that is fast
is good, equating it with the benevolence of efficiency?
we are convinced and we get carried away
and so our nerves are fast our bones do not rattle
our feet keep on running and our hands are always on for something
something to do as though idleness is death
and sickness, as though rest is a mortal sin and death is heinous,
our eyes roll and we keep on talking and talking about plans
plan A, and if this does not work proceed to plan B,
B-1 to B-5, and everyday is always a commotion
of beeps and buzzers, and the doors keep on closing and opening,
never shutting up like our mouths
meetings and overnight discussions with what to do with this world
too, it is never at rest, spinning on its axis and engaging in revolutions.

old age comes with staff and near blindness, arms shaking, feet mossy,
and minds getting stoical to doubts and confusions: it is time to stop
to slow down a bit, to know what wishful thinking is all about:

what if? there are ifs now, and soon there will be a bed of regrets
to bury our weary bodies, soon, there will be a silence not
anymore wanting to ever speak.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Am Time

i am time, more than that, i do not have only hands
i have feet, but like time,
i only move on, i cannot stop, i do not think anymore,
i just run
and i go round and round
not moving that far, i only move in the mind,
like time, i do not see, i have long plucked my eyes
from my sockets, but i still feel, like time,
i know what darkness is
what coldness is, and what anticipation is,
i sense the loneliness of my journey
the eternity of my dreams,
i heal because i forget,
and there is one thing that i wish, like time
weary of its round-the-clock work,
it wants rest, but there is none,
it wishes death, but still unknown.
i am time, and like the river i flow,
like the mirror, i reflect the lights of the world,
uncluttered, unfettered, unbeholden to no one
and there you are wanting to hold me,
like sand, i slip from the fingers
of this world, to space they say
i bend, i tell no one,
i am always moving,
and gone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fundamental Of Liar Chapter CXVIII: I’m Just Talking To Myself

I’m not talking to you
I’m not talking to anyone
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not grumbling
I’m not cursing
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not insane
I’m not in trance
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not mocking
I’m not threatening
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not sharing secret
I’m not hiding something
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not mad
I’m not in rage
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not jealous
I’m not envious
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not afraid
I’m not in pessimism thought
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not whining
I’m not complaining
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not depressed
I’m not in foul mood
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not blaming
I’m not accusing
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not in denial
I’m not in confusion
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not informing
I’m not warning
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not against you
I’m not rebelling
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not help you
I’m not assist you
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not running some plot
I’m not in a mischief plan
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not in great grudge
I’m not in revenge mind
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not suspicious
I’m not curious
I’m just talking to myself

I’m not saying sorry
I’m not saying thank you
I’m just talking to myself

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Overnight Angels

(ian hunter)
In the heat of the indian summer
Out along the appalachian way
You can hear the sound of the overnight angels
As they pray
Charged by the light of some mariners lantern
Spitting out a cold but triangular spray
Cant you hear the screams of the overnight angels
As they play
Talking to the spirits through a silver curtain
Reaching out beyond the length of the light
You can catch a glimpse of an overnight angel
As he shines
Dancing through the toys of the dead and the living
Laughing at the poets changing their rhymes
Cant you feel the pulse of the overnight angels
Beating time
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels
Children of the junkies led the revolution
Push yourselves over get yourselves there
Someone throw their arms round the overnight angels
Cause they care
Angels dont need no phony religion
Throw them out along with the ethnic nowheres
They will never speak to the overnight angels
They can only stare
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Overnight angels
Overnight angels
Talking about
The overnight angels
(fade)

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Slow Down

So far from where I started out
So far from where I wanna be
Listening for answers in the wind
But cant find a rock to plant my feet
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Down on my knees and now Im praying for patience
I know theres gotta be a better way
In the back of my mind I hear my momma say
Slow down, baby youre going too fast
You got you hands in the air
With you feet on the gas
Youre bout to wreck your future
Running from your past
You need to slow down before
You go down baby
Thinking the faster that I go
The faster (that) I will reach my goal
The race is not given to the swift
But to the one who endureth
I thought that all my obstacles were behind me
Walking around like Im made out of diamond
I tripped and fell and it remindedme
Move over and let my angels guideme
Slow down, baby youre going too fast
You got you hands in the air
With you feet on the gas
Youre bout to wreck your future
Running from your past
You need to slow down before
You go down baby
Sometimes you gotta be still
Before you can get ahead
Be still
Ask the universe for help
Be real
You cant do it all by yourself
Ah, no no
Sometimes, sometimes you gotta be still
It take some time to reach you and they
Be still
Take some time to clear your space
Be real
Chaos isnt good for your health
Ah, no no, ahhh
Cuz Im breaking things and losing things
I lost my cell phone again the other day
Now, I dont wanna live this way, no
In the back of my mind I hear my mama say
Slow down, baby youre going too fast
You got you hands in the air
With you feet on the gas
Youre bout to wreck your future
Running from your past
You need to slow down before
You go down baby
(slow down baby)
Slow down (baby)
Youre going too fast
Slow down (baby)
Feet on the gas
Slow down (baby)
Run from your past
Slow down baby (4x)

song performed by by India Arie
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In The Middle Of The Crowd

in the middle of the crowd
where there is so much noise
all mouths talking
with no one listening
all arms and hands
moving and shouting
and all feet walking to
and fro like grandfather's
clock's mechanical pendulum

when the world seems to be
crowded not just with people
but with words
dishonest words and other
things that we do not really mean

why not try the silence of the stars
outside this crowd

on the grass, soft, soft grass
with the wind, cool cool winds

why not try the silence of the stars
under the sky
why not spend a little time with
the moon

let us try silence for a while
who knows
this world may still have peace
who knows
our overbeating hearts may
find its needed rest

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Crashing World

The world was so perfect
now spinning endlessly, now imperfect
what was grand, now barely stands
As the walls come crumbling down
the doors keep closing, options nearly down
what to do, where to go, will it ever stop
the sun was shining so bright
now the sky so gray and dark
laughter and smiles got to frowns and tears
time flying by, bills just piling
money falling like tumbling fall leaves
mind is wandering, head is pounding
faster, fast the ground is opening
like a black hole sucking up space
where to find answers looking everywhere
down, down the world is sinking fast
have to clear them mind and reorganize
praying for faith and trust
stop this world form spinning and make it prefect

poem by Michael Peterson
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One Sweet World

Nine planets round the sun
Only one does the sun embrace
Upon this watered one
So much we take for granted
So let us sleep outside tonight
Lay down in our mothers arms
For here we can rest safely
If green should slip to grey
But our hearts still bloody be
And if mountains crumble away
And the river dry would it stop the stepping feet
Take all that we can get
When its done
Nobody left to bury here
Nobody left to dig the holes
And here we can rest safely
One sweet world
Around a star is spinning
One sweet world
And in her breath Im swimming
And here we will rest in peace

song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Buzzcity Talking

What makes you wander far
Dont know who you are
Now if the vibe is right
Ill go out tonight
Cause its buzzcity talking
Its buzzcity talking
Go and find a late night bar
If Im not back, leave the door ajar
Its buzzcity talking
Talking to me
We have sickness in our hair
We have time to spare
You close another door
Break another law when its
Fast, night goes fast
Oh! oh! oh!

song performed by by Xtc
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Buzzcity Talking

What makes you wander far
Dont know who you are
Now if the vibe is right
Ill go out tonight
Cause its buzzcity talking
Its buzzcity talking
Go and find a late night bar
If Im not back, leave the door ajar
Its buzzcity talking
Talking to me
We have sickness in our hair
We have time to spare
You close another door
Break another law when its
Fast, night goes fast
Oh! oh! oh!

song performed by by Xtc
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Travelling

a travel is a metaphor of a journey
and a journey is always
what life is all about

arrivals and departures and i see it well
at airports
and well, so well, at pre-departures

then we move inside the plane and
the doors close and we are lifted to the skies

for hours you are beside the clouds
but you never have the courage to open the window
and touch each fine cotton beside you

crazy but sometimes i think that way
opening closed windows and think not of the
prohibitions and the consequencies,

there is so much silence up there and it is the mind
that does much of the talking and you listen
always for the reminders of the stewardess
and the captain telling you that

we are 30,000 feet above sea level and out there
you see Panay Island
we will be flying for one hour and a half
it is a fine day

and then the seat belt sign is on for the
turbulence but you do not mind

you look forward to an arrival and the another
opening of a door to a destination

touchdown, the plane lands perfectly as always
no plane crash, no headlines for the daily news

but i do not really think about these matters anymore
i am thinking of the silence. I am thinking about the mind that
keeps on talking. Data. Ideas. Sad memories.
Dead parents. Sick sibling. Flowers. Trees.
The sun brightly shining behind a
Thick Cumulus cloud.

the stewardess announces an arrival, fifteen minutes
earlier than scheduled. Fast plane. My thoughts unconsumed.

we step down. we take our bags. this journey never stops.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Death Married Death To Death

Death looks at the flower, and it screams,
I am wet, moist and beautiful, look at me.
Why do I stand here alone, come and beat me,
I will wait, I will wait you must come over here to speak.
Death hovers, smiling, winking and always talking,
and by you walking, knowing that, this time is yours
there is no rest, that death must ignore you as well.
Any thing that you touch will also never die, neglected.
Death is love, love is death, why are you both, here.
Death is your pet pink pig, two flying pearls,
slapping against deaths face.
Death is a dry cracked nipple, asleep, holding on until
the flesh falls off and the milk is yellow and dry..
Death is a bullet fixed, never moving, and why does the
world move you through it always with impertinence to show..
Death is a mysterious voice, so disturbing and your quite,
coming aligns along the border, sounding alarms to no one,
while you walk across the street knowing you never look
at death as it comes over to you while you talk to some
one else never paying attention and embarrassed death
again leaves you to rest over some other you know.
Death is reaching in your casket and squeezing dry cotton,
and holding it's nose while he wipes your face from above.
Death is a woman, who is happy, thinking the world is
spinning into her fruit cake while death drinks coffee.
Death to all men who think they can save the woman
by marring death and eating her tuna fish sandwich.
Death fingered you, and you loved it, now you finger me,
leaving a bee exposed on your flower, that decays..saying,
Death's own flower it's always sweet and poignant and..
Death is always waiting for you to open and smell them.......
Death is more than the lilies and roses, it crawls out of one,
and comes out of the other and covers the worm with lilacs.

poem by Is It Poetry
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I'll Sleep When I Am Dead

J. Bon Jovi, R. Sambora, D. Child)
Seven days of saturday
Is all that I need
Got no use for Sunday
'Cause I don't rest in peace
Don't need no Mondays
Or the rest of the week
I spend a lot of time in bed
But baby I don't like to sleep no
I won't lie to you
I'm necer gonna cry to you
I'll probably drive you wild 8 days a week
Until I'm 6 feet under
Baby I don't need a bed
Gonna live while I'm alive
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Till they roll me over
And lay my bones to rest
Gonna live while I'm alive
I'll sleep when I'm dead
So you're looking for some action
I got got everything you need
Better keep your motor running
'cause I was built for speed
This ain't no slumber party
Got no time for catching z's
If they say that that ain't healthy
Well then living's a disease
We're never going to die baby
Come on let me drive you crazy
We'll make every night another New Year's Eve
Till I'm six feet under
I won't need a bed
Gonna live while I'm alive
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Till they roll me over
And lay my bones to rest
Gonna live while I'm alive
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Sleep when I'm dead, sleep when I'm dead
Gonna live while I'm alive,
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Seven days of Saturday
Is all that I need
Got no use for Sunday
'Cause I don't rest in peace
I was born to live
You know I wasn't born to die
But if they party down in heaven
I'll be sure to be on time
Until I'm six feet under
I don't need a bed
Gonna live while I'm alive
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Till they roll me over
And lay my bones to rest
Gonna live while I'm alive
I'll sleep when I'm dead
I feel like I'm exploding
Going out of my head
Gonna live while I'm alive
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Till I'm six feet under
And they lay my bones to rest
Gonna live while I'm alive
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Sleep when I'm dead, sleep when I'm dead
Gonna live while I'm alive, sleep when I'm dead

song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Out Of My Bones

Im in need of a remedy to cure me from loving you
It may sound a little extreme Ill do what I have to do
Chorus:
Bury your jacket in my backyard
Carry your picture in my shoe
Keep walking till the hurting stops
Keep walking till my temperature drops
Keep walking till the fever is gone
And youre out of my bones
Im in need of a medicine
Something strong thatll work real fast
That I can take to fortify me
To keep my arm from taking you back
Chase that ghost out from under my bed
Still these voices in my head
They keep talking weaving their spell
But Im talking to myself
I keep em talking to daylight to dawn
Till youre out of my bones
Sweet amnesia come and set me free
I just need to get you out of me

song performed by by Randy Travis
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I Lost It

Sometime ago I lost my grip on reality
and drifted from here to there.
The whole experience was totally surreal,
and it’s something I don’t usually share.

Life in that world is not to be recommended,
the places were pure science fiction and weird,
the creatures were illogical, but intelligent,
extremely intriguing, and yet to be feared.

No one moved their mouths when talking,
and they gestured with arms and feet.
Their eyes and tongues did incredible things;
and the places we were in, did speak.

I was moving without thinking or walking,
in an instant I was here and then there.
With no idea of where I was going next,
I travelled between zip codes in the air.

The imaginary combined with reality,
and this became normality everyday.
I couldn’t distinguish between them,
until the unreal just faded away.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Force Of Habit

Too much coffee's gonna shatter my nerves,
too much whiskey's gonna stutter my words
A whole lotta speed gonna take me to fast,
how much longer can I last
Too many women gonna put me to waste,
too much money gonna spoil my taste
Doctor says to slow down if you wanna stay alive,
how am I gonna survive - I wanna know
I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know, oh yea
Been working to hard don't got no time to rest,
don't look to well I ain't feeling my best
Can't push much harder before I fall on the ground,
I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown
I've gotta slow down,
get my feet on the ground, yeah
I better slow down fast,
today could be my last, all right

song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Everything Is Going To Be Like My Plan

Duty must be fulfilled
But everything is going to be like my plan
People could lie to me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Pray may be often
But everything is going to be like my plan
Time flies uncontrolled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Destiny may not be cooperated
But everything is going to be like my plan
Other plan may ruin mine
But everything is going to be like my plan
Body is reaching the limit
But everything is going to be like my plan
The will should be strengthened
But everything is going to be like my plan
The anxiety may be doubled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Critics never disappear
But everything is going to be like my plan
Life is unfair
But everything is going to be like my plan
The way seems lost
But everything is going to be like my plan
Regret is gnawing my sense
But everything is going to be like my plan
The goal still far away
But everything is going to be like my plan
The future end may unseen
But everything is going to be like my plan
Source may not be enough
But everything is going to be like my plan
Things always change
But everything is going to be like my plan
Problem keeps occurring
But everything is going to be like my plan
World would laugh
But everything is going to be like my plan
Failure keeps happening
But everything is going to be like my plan
Memories may not help
But everything is going to be like my plan
Luck may test me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Love may not support me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Weather wants to rebel
But everything is going to be like my plan
The form may be different
But everything is going to be like my plan
Hope could fool me
But everything is going to be like my plan

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Last Night

She was there at the bar, she heard my guitar
She was long and tall, she was the queen of them all
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
She was dark and discreet, she was light on her feet
We went up to her room and she lowered the boom
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
Down below they danced and sang in the street
While up above the walls were steaming with heat
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
I was feeling no pain, feeling good in my brain
I looked in her eyes, they were full of surprise
Last night, talking about last night
Last night, talking about last night
I asked her to marry me she smiled and pulled out a knife
The partys just beginning she said, its your money or you life
Last night, talking about last night
Last night, talking about last night
Now Im back at the bar, she went a little too far
She done me wrong, all I got is this song
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night

song performed by by George Harrison
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Bed Time

Here I am struggling to say I love you
A hundred times more in the short time
I have left before I know I have to go to bed
Fighting to stay awake in the mean time

My body is slowing down and
Telling me it’s time to rest
But I cant stop talking to you
My love
Never wanting to go
Never thinking that
I’ve spent enough time with you

The time is here
We say are final good-bye and
I love you’s
With one click of the phone
Your voice no longer rings in my ears
But I dream of your smile,
I look at the phone for a few more seconds
And almost call back and tell you
How much I love you
(Witch would be pointless cause
I don’t know words to express something as strong as that)
And that I never want to stop talking to you

I walk down stairs slowly because I’m so tired
I can barley stay awake
I hang up the phone
Then look at it one more time
Then with what’s left of my energy
I go up stairs to my room
The room we should be sharing together
But we are not,
So I climb into my comfortable bed
Lay my weary head upon the soft pillow
My last thought is
Gosh I wish he was here beside me
When it becomes
Our bed time

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Time Is Running Out

i think i'm drowning
asphyxiated
i wanna break this spell
that you've created
you're something beautiful
a contradiction
i wanna play the game
i want the friction
you will be the death of me
you will be the death of me
bury it
i won't let you bury it
i won't let you smother it
i won't let you murder it
our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out
i wanted freedom
but I'm restricted
i tried to give you up
but i'm addicted
now that you know i'm trapped
sense of elation
you'd never dream of
breaking this fixation
you will squeeze the life out of me
bury it
i won't let you bury it
i won't let you smother it
i won't let you murder it
and our time is running out
and our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out
has it come to this?
oooooohh
you will suck the life out of me
bury it
i won't let you bury it
i won't let you smother it
i won't let you murder it
and our time is running out
and our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out
how did it come to this?
ooooooohh

song performed by by Muse
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One Less To Give

So often exasperated, I draw another breath,
slow it down, go easy, I'm racing to my death
more work, more worry, no time left to live,
does each anxious gasp mean one less to give,

mad dash of frezy, running out of time,
more work, more flow, forced to dropp or climb
take a rest, need a rest, hear the grass grow
grind it out, burn it out, hear my mind blow,

so dead on your feet, your eyes can't sleep,
the work whistle blows, too afraid to weep,
you promise yourself time off with a friend,
the whistle still screams, there is no end,

awakened at night, dreaming of work,
absent of self, just another kneejerk,
what's it all for, is it just for more,
another gasp, your blood spills to the floor,

all of you breath living enslaved,
all of the time you haven't saved,
to languish sweetly in this world you live,
breath in deep, fearless of, One Less To Give

poem by keith Durante
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