Small,
for under your feet
you do not see the ants
until you
feel the sting of their bites,
the bee
above your head
will its buzz
be enough
for you to mind its
existence?
a flower has no mouth
a mountain has only its belly
a wind simply whispers
the sea as usual have no feet
the clouds have no hands
when will you ever mind them?
until something happens in Tokyo
you must have uttered the word
sea.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When we reach the mountaintop
3000 steps up
we climb
we take the rope
beside a cliff
we keep our feet secure
we keep our grip strong
climbing this trail
toward the mountaintop
when we reach there
both of us
we see the whole city
cars running like ants
on its belly
people walking like
small worms
the sun like a bulb
the trees like some
feathers and the
other mountains
bald like brownies
the sea is so blue
from far
the horizon bold
like a departure
the boats sail away
to another island
the plane on a
touchdown on the
cemented pavement
near the shore
some green palms
on the river
look like leaves
of grass
some clouds we touch
cold to our hands
3000 steps up
one hour up to the sky
just to feel
this loneliness
we see what we want to see
we feel what we want to feel
then we go down again
without a word
for ourselves
too tired
we console ourselves
that was solitude
we shall now talk about.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Murmurs Of The Rainy Mind...
the shadows of my
mind
need not be
the shadows of my
body
the spirit longs for
more
of its much needed
solitude
in crisis
it states what it has long
desired
that which the body
keeps on denying
genuflecting knees
hitting hands
bloody backs
worn feet
torn palms
broken limbs
the words come out
much different from a
thirsty mouth
it is not the word
it is the act that tells you more
it is what is done
it is not what is said
there is a house in that far mountain
it rests upon its feet
no one lives there
a stranger cloud sometimes comes a drifting
it sees the emptiness of the surrounding
the humid bedroom it feels though from a distance
and just like the rest who knows
they take refuge in the silence
words are never to be trusted
it is merely the sigh of the falling rain
sometimes you hear the tapping of the rain inside your mind
and you look outside
there the sun shows you
what sometimes are illogical
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tokyo
Oh, oh, oh, oh, tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, tokyo.
I went down to australia,
With my rock n roll band.
Its very hot in australia,
Still Im gonna do the best I can.
Still Im going to tokyo,
Somehow Ive gotta go.
Ive gotta go to oh, oh, oh, oh, tokyo
Oh, oh, oh, oh, tokyo.
When I get to tokyo,
Im gonna see my girlfriend.
She gonna hold me so tight,
She gonna be my friend.
And when we have an argument,
She gonna tell me where to go.
Why dont you get out and go to oh, oh, oh, oh, tokyo
Oh, oh, oh, oh, tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, tokyo.
I went to sushi bar,
I saw pretty tokyo girl.
I had lots of sake, sake, sake,
Make me feel drunk, feel good.
I went for a drink with road hog and romeo,
In oh, oh, oh, oh, tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, tokyo.
Pretty soon,
Im gonna fly away.
Me and my girlfriend,
We gonna come back some day.
When I fly back to england,
Ill think of all the people I know,
Way back in oh, oh, oh, oh, tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, tokyo.
song performed by by Kinks
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Where Is My Mind
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
You tried this trick, and spin it
Your head would collapse but theres nothing in it, so you ask your self
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water
See it swimming
I was swimming in the carribean
Animals were hiding behind the rock
Except for the fish and it told me
I swear its trying to talk to me
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
You tried this trick, spinning
Your head would collapse but theres nothing in it, so you ask your self
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water
See it swimming
song performed by by Nada Surf
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Tokyo
Transistorised, and anodised
Chrome plated, squeaky clean
Oh tokyo, oh tokyo
Oh tokyo I love you
Youre trembling, youre choking
But youre magical to me
Oh tokyo, oh tokyo
Oh tokyo I love you
Kimonos, and geisha girls
From grade one, down to three
Oh tokyo, oh tokyo
Oh tokyo I love you
Land of the rising sun
You have taken my heart away
With your beauty you nearly blinded me
In your beauty I want to stay
I bow to you with my heart
I think of you every day
When I dream you are there beside me
But when I waken youre far away
Perfection, in miniature
With tiny hands, smiling eyes
Oh tokyo, oh tokyo
Oh tokyo I love you
Tokyo
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Its Over My Head
You couldve had anyone you wanted
That just goes to show how crazy love can be
Look at us now baby who would have thought it
I dont know why you chose me
Its over my head and Im six feet tall
This beats anything I ever saw
Well I dont see what you see in me at all
Its over my head and Im six feet tall
You could be riding in a big mercedes
But here you are with me in a pickup truck
I never had a way with the ladies
So howd I fool ol ladyluck
Its over my head and Im six feet tall
This beats anything I ever saw
Well I dont see what you see in me at all
Its over my head and Im six feet tall
Lovin you comes easy girl my heard is in your hands
Its why you take a chance on me that I cant understand
Its over my head and Im six feet tall
This beats anything I ever saw
Well I dont see what you see in me at all
Its over my head and Im six feet tall
Its over my head and Im six feet tall
song performed by by Wade Hayes
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Its Over My Head
You couldve had anyone you wanted
That just goes to show how crazy love can be
Look at us now baby who would have thought it
I dont know why you chose me
Its over my head and Im six feet tall
This beats anything I ever saw
Well I dont see what you see in me at all
Its over my head and Im six feet tall
You could be riding in a big mercedes
But here you are with me in a pickup truck
I never had a way with the ladies
So howd I fool ol ladyluck
Its over my head and Im six feet tall
This beats anything I ever saw
Well I dont see what you see in me at all
Its over my head and Im six feet tall
Lovin you comes easy girl my heard is in your hands
Its why you take a chance on me that I cant understand
Its over my head and Im six feet tall
This beats anything I ever saw
Well I dont see what you see in me at all
Its over my head and Im six feet tall
Its over my head and Im six feet tall
song performed by by Wade Hayes
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Pointy Toes
Pointy toes,
Elegance shows.
A dancer's feet,
Worn and Weary,
A ballerina's feat,
Makes it look easy.
We abuse our feet,
Scrapped till it bites,
We abuse our feet,
Tie knots too tight,
We abuse our feet,
Stand till sore,
We abuse our feet,
Curl like claw.
High heels, tall.
We abuse our feet,
Bound feet small.
Abuse our feet most than rest of body?
Take care, your feet, Everybody.
Our Points Of View
We now differ on how we look
At things. I am silent. I want to be silent.
You wish we are noisy. Or at least
We must talk.
You wish there is a glass of wine
In our hands
I still think we need coffee.
I am secure. I feet that so.
Your hands are shaky,
Reflections of the waves
Inside your mind.
You are picking on some little
Things that grow on the
Pavement. You want to kill them.
I say, I gesture, leave them
Let them be.
I situate myself on a hammock
Riding with the wind
This afternoon the breeze is cold
From the seashore.
Finally you do not resist
Getting near me and you complain
“I hate this place, it is too lonely
For me”
I do not mind. Deep inside my mind
I like this place. It is too peaceful.
I swing with the wind
With the hammock. You hold it.
You want it to stop.
I look at you and you cry.
Tears flood the creeks of your cheeks.
I cannot wipe them now.
I know, you want to leave.
I am silent. I am secure now.
I ride with the wind on the wings
Of my dreams.
I am listening to the
Footsteps of the ants
I am counting how many
Time the grasshopper jumps.
I like it here. It is peaceful
Now go, find your place.
Your dreams. Take your trip
To your sighs.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whispers In The Wind [How I Write]
The words I write
Are just whispers in the wind
Coming home to greet me
Like an old friend
Swirling around in my head
Waiting to be set free
From my mind to my fingertips
On paper they must be
Written down before they're gone
Oh Lord how can this be
Word by word they hit the page
In an order I do not know
But once all are written
They are where they all should go
Telling a story in magnificent words that
Jesus whispers to me
poem by David Kush
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What Is Music
What is music?
What is music?
Is music the languages that shoot out of my mouth and speak in silence?
Is music the moving of my lip according to my mind command?
What is music?
Music is the one two word that my mind put together in my mouth
Music is the airs that escape a snap of my violence teeth
Music is the wisdom sound my mind and mouth produce
Music is the combine sound that entertain my ear drum
What is music?
Music is a simple sound I verbalize to state my joyful soul
Music is the jingle that loosen my soul in time of desire
Music is the sounds that launch me to a free world
Music is the spirit that struggle in me
What is music?
Music is the sound I scream from my mouth to a free humanity
Music is a one two word I yell
Music is the lyric I cry to express my mental mind,
My beating heart
My jumping feet
My shouting soul
My sweating body
What is music?
Music is the rhythm of my voice, what is music? ?
poem by Robert Otim
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You Need Your Head
You dont need your feet
cause you know you got wheels
You dont need your hands
cause you know how it feels
You dont need your eyes
cause you know how she looks
You dont need your tongue
cause you know how she cooks
But you need your head
You dont need your belly
cause theres nothing to eat
You dont need your heart
cause it just cant be beat
You dont need your mouth
cause you talk too much
You dont need your crotch,
Ah you know its only a crutch
But you need your head
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Alankar(Decor) -88
Simply Couplets-1(uneven couplet)
The doors of the mouth ever unshut on a pretext
Craving mouth craves blaming the teeth in set
The tainted teeth of gourmet-colours
Act to curse the tongue of tastes
Doused in tastes the luscious tongue
Chides the cooking hands fakely in slang
Berate the hands falsely the walking feet
For often they 're on a shopping fleet
'The order'mutter the shopping legs
'By the stomach and its hungry yowls'
It's the mind of my master
Grumbles the stomach with its hunger
O'mind what do you say
Towing your master your way
Gluttonous self clutches an impaired castle dangerous
O'master cherish a life then gorgeous?
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Sleep To Dream
I tell you how I feel, but you dont care.
I say tell me the truth, but you dont dare.
You say love is a hell you cannot bare.
And I say gimme mine back and then go there - for all I care.
I got my feet on the ground and I dont go to sleep to dream.
You got your head in the clouds and youre not at all what you seem.
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways.
So dont forget what I told you, dont come around, I got my own hell to raise.
I have never been insulted in all my life.
I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride.
First you run like a fool just to be at my side.
And now you run like a fool, but you just run to hide, and I cant abide.
I got my feet on the ground and I dont go to sleep to dream.
You got this head in the clouds and youre not at all what you seem.
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways.
So dont forget what I told you, dont come around, I got my own hell to raise.
Dont make it a big deal, dont be so sensitive.
Were not playing a game anymore, you dont have to be so defensive.
Dont you plead me your case, dont bother to explain.
Dont even show me your face, cuz its a crying shame.
Just go back to the rock from under which you came.
Take the sorrow you gave and all the stakes you claim -
And dont forget the blame.
I got my feet on the ground and I dont go to sleep to dream.
You got this head in the clouds and youre not at all what you seem.
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways.
So dont forget what I told you, dont come around, I got my own hell to raise.
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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About Antonio's Infection
antonio's infection comes
from my own infection, and
so is candice's and
hazelen's infection of the
beautiful mind,
ahh, poetry, the beauty
of each word uttered in silence
each word be it sliding in the
snow and nesting in the
snowflakes
be it in the rustling of the
leaves in the tropical
sun of our islands
be it anywhere, the sound of
each word like a hush from
someone who is far away
and yet so near in the
touch of your sighs
ahh. poetry, the infection
of your sound and
rhythm
filling us softly with clouds
and stars and moon and
sun
upon the loneliness of our
plains and mountains
like a wind, a very cool wind
inside our hearts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dance
Dance!
When you get the chance.
It's okay to pat your feet.
And sway as you move,
To the rhythmic beat.
Dance!
Enhance your prancing,
By letting loose.
Get up and shake that butt.
Give all those excuses up!
Wave your hands and feel free to do it.
Remove those restrictions with thoughts deluded.
What is there to prove if you don't or do?
Improve your health and state of mind too!
Tighten up those muscles in that sagging behind...
And,
Dance!
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance!
From your head down to your feet.
Dance!
Get rid of those excuses you keep.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance!
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance!
From your head down to your feet.
Dance!
Get rid of those excuses you keep.
And...
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance!
Wave your hands and feel free to do it.
Remove those restrictions with thoughts deluded.
What is there to prove if you don't or do?
Improve your health and state of mind too!
Tighten up those muscles in that sagging behind...
And dance.
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance!
From your head down to your feet.
Dance!
Get rid of those excuses you keep.
And...
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance!
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance.
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance.
Treat it like a mental release!
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
And keep on dancing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stomp Your Hands, Clap Your Feet
Whoa!
Woo-woo yeah
Turn it up until it bangs your head
Tear it down now mother don't play dead
People stand the noise
All the little toys
Put some more coke on the fire
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Stomp your hands
To the beat
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Stomp your hands
To the beat
Mixed up kids lookin' for that night
They're getting higher everything in sight, well alright
The music's pretty loud
Someone in the crowd
Think they're gonna cause us a riot
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Stomp your hands
To the beat, oh
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Stomp your hands
To the beat
Rock on, rock on, rock on
Yow!
How how how how how
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa-oh-oh-oh ho ho ho
Stomp your hands
Clap those feet, yeah
Stomp your hands
To the beat
C'mon boys
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Whoa-whoa, all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
Stomp your hands
(Oh whoa oh oh)
Clap your feet
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Stomp your hands
To the beat
All night long
Stomp your hands
(Everybody)
Clap your feet
(Everybody stomp your hands to the beat in the heat yeah yeah yeah yeah woo!)
Stomp your hands
(Oh!)
Clap your feet
(Oh whoa whoa whoa whoa, rock all night, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Oh yeah
Stomp your hands
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Clap your feet
(My my my, my my my my my my, my, my, m
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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In Whatever Situation, Whenever I Can Be Found
you shall look for me
i know, you shall miss me
you think, this is the last
a swan song
no, you are bound by your own
longing
my word, my sighs
my soul moaning for love
my love singing
the ecstasy of outburst
the gentleness of the eyes
the softness of my lips
the caresses of my hands
the plateau of my belly
you shall look for me
inside your mind
and then, tears shall fall
for i am no longer there
without within
for i can no longer stay under the soles
of your feet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Gardener XI: Come As You Are
Come as you are; do not loiter over
your toilet.
If your braided hair has loosened if
the parting of your hair be not straight,
if the ribbons of your bodice be not
fastened, do not mind.
Come as you are; do not loiter over
your toilet.
Come, with quick steps over the
grass.
If the raddle come from your feet
because of the dew, of the rings of bells
upon your feet slacken, if pearls drop
out of your chain, do not mind.
Come, with quick steps over the
grass.
Do you see the clouds wrapping the
sky?
Flocks of cranes fly up from the
further river-bank and fitful gusts of
wind rush over the heath.
The anxious cattle run to their stalls
in the village.
Do you see the clouds wrapping the
sky?
In vain you light your toilet lamp
--it flickers and goes out in the
wind.
Who can know that your eyelids
have not been touched with lamp-
black? For your eyes are darker
than rain-clouds.
In vain you light your toilet lamp--
it goes out.
Come as you are; do not loiter over
your toilet.
If the wreath is not woven, who
cares; if the wrist-chain had not been
linked, let it be.
The sky is overcast with clouds--it
is late.
Come as you are; do not loiter over
your toilet.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Your Feet
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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