So Many Silences
it is no longer that question
whether one is happy or not
it is a matter of just meeting moments
using the eye
feeling those hands
and then as usual making goodbyes
it is a routine repeating one after the other
meanings rubbing elbows with other elbows
useless chatter empty promises rolling stones
nothing mossy temporary wetness
sunny days cool shades eyeopening
nothing pleading
washing out letting go
social cliches drained brains
broken hearts repairing visions
living more making more beginnings
candle lights and then the pretenses of
so many silences.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cold
distance becomes sweet
roller coaster love
repeating the constancy
of beginnings
the same windows
and doors that open
and close
familiar light
getting in every morning
cliches of promises
boring days and hours unchallenged
cold, everything i touch is cold,
i retreat to this bitter victories
sorrow shall i love more
numbing sweetness
this nameless state
what is no longer a question
the roof and the ceiling
crushing us both
let us have a little space between us
let us plant the words.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whatever Makes You Happy
You ain't gotta make it hard if it's easy
Applying pressure on the wound when it's bleeding
Hangin' with the guys cos it's just cool being me
Too much talking from the girls drive me crazy
You're telling me your definition of a pop star
You give a smile as you cover up your heart
So tell me what to say and I'll deliver it
I won't stop, can't stop, cos I'm living it
Chorus:
Whatever makes you happy
Is it crazy to be happy?
Cos it's doing it for me
Is it making you crazy that I'm happy?
Lately, you ain't doing it for me
Now let me break it down
Tell you what it means to me
I don't wanna spend my time in the VIP
I gotta meet someone who doesn't need publicity
Cos your style is....
And you can justify everything
But it don't really matter when reality kicks in
So tell me what to say and I'll deliver it
I won't stop, can't stop, cos I'm living it
Chorus:
Whatever makes you happy
Is it crazy to be happy?
Cos it's doing it for me
Is it making you crazy that I'm happy?
Lately, you ain't doing it for me
(You ain't doing it for me)
So whatever makes you happy
Is it crazy to be happy?
Cos it's doing it for me
Is it making you crazy that I'm happy?
Lately, you ain't doing it for me
(You ain't doing it for me)
I'm finding out I don't wanna be in this place
Cos it's about the music, not the fame
Chorus:
So whatever makes you happy
Is it crazy to be happy?
Cos it's doing it for me (cos it's doing it for me)
Is it making you crazy that I'm happy?
Lately, you ain't doing it for me
(You ain't doing it for me)
So whatever makes you happy
Is it crazy to be happy?
Cos it's doing it for me
Is it making you crazy (crazy) that I'm happy (happy)?
Lately, you ain't doing it for me
(You ain't doing it for me)
So whatever makes you happy
Is it crazy to be happy?
Cos it's doing it for me
song performed by by Sugababes
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Im In Love
I’m in love is that what this is this truly what I’m felling
It’s for you and only you its why my heart is beating
I can’t keep my mind of you it’s just impossible to do
You just make me feel complete like no other can
The love it’s flowing out of me from the floor to ceiling
And the wonderful feeling I get from every meeting
It’s just the way I feel for no other no one just you
You and your smile alone can make me feel bigger than any man
Your making me laugh I don’t think you even mean to
Making me smile from ear to ear of which I can not help
You’re making my ego large just by letting me know that you love me
And the thing is you don’t even have to say anything I just know
And now the question begs would I ever let you go NO
When someone says that I don’t love you they expect me to be a welp
Because I’m not a welp I do love you they just don’t see
And now Ive expressed myself I think its time to go on the down low
poem by Daniel Laurence
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Thanks To The Rolling Sea
(words & music by batchelor - roberts)
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Fish on the table and fish on the fire, fried fish hanging on the tree
Everything here that your heart desires, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling sea
Living is good and living is fine, were happy as can be
We owe all this to the salty brine, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling sea
We work all day but our hearts are gay, and while we work we sing
The mighty sea is good to us and weve got everything
Abalone steaks and tuna fish cakes, taste so heavenly
We know who we owe it to, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Bring back me soul, Bring back us
They say it's funny the way that it is
But deep down it's not funny at all
From the first day, We promised that we would never in our lives part
But today is the day we question it all
We had an incredible journey
Through many memories it will be remembered
Promises we made, promises weve broken
Lead to the crumbling path beneath our feet
The distance let our hands slip
And our hearts be broken
The pain from inside seeps through my eyes and finds its way to the floor
Because their is no longer someone there to catch them
The season is getting colder im growing older
Never imagined a futur without you
Please tell me its not true
Days go by I still hope its a dream
Please can someone pull me out of this spiraling down stream?
At The Bomb Testing Site
At noon in the desert a panting lizard
waited for history, its elbows tense,
watching the curve of a particular road
as if something might happen.
It was looking at something farther off
than people could see, an important scene
acted in stone for little selves
at the flute end of consequences.
There was just a continent without much on it
under a sky that never cared less.
Ready for a change, the elbows waited.
The hands gripped hard on the desert.
poem by William Stafford
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The problem is no longer that with every pair of hands that comes into the world there comes a hungry stomach. Rather it is that, attached to those hands are sharp elbows.
quote by Paul Samuelson
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Living In Polaroid
Breathing in, spitting out
The bittersweet sugar of life
It used to taste better
Sucking in, pulling in
Emotions I just can't hide
Cheap smiles and promises
Cause we're polaroid
We're living in polaroid
Polaroid, it's making me paranoid
Hanging on, holding on
To cables inside my mind
Cut loose and crashing in
Serenade, the volume raise
Breaking glass heads and hands
I can't go on living
Cause we're polaroid
We're living in polaroid
Polaroid, it's making me paranoid
Polaroid, she's living in polaroid
Polaroid, it's making me paranoid, paranoid
You gotta set me free
You gotta set me free
You gotta set me free
Polaroid, we're living in polaroid
Polaroid, it's making me paranoid
She's polaroid, we're living in polaroid
Polaroid, it's making me paranoid
Polaroid (polaroid, polaroid, polaroid...)
She's my polaroid
Polaroid, it's missing in polaroid
Polaroid
song performed by by Feeder
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There Will Be No More Flowers
you finally decide to leave the garden
the grass are taller now
and the little flowers are drowned
there is nothing worth the keeping and the cultivating
the rains have becomes useless seasons
like the sun and its sunny days
now is the season of departure
the packing and letting things go
the trees wildly growing
the mud sticking and the stones silent
living with the moss and the rotten leaves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Happy Family
playing the role of the happy family,
acting carefully like a perfect family,
putting a lie,
in everyone's eye,
making promises that can't be broken,
putting smiles that can't be taken,
feeling bad and not happy,
but being good at acting happy.
playing the role of the happy family,
father, mother, sister and brother,
but none of them bothers,
everyone is all alone.
talking in a different phone,
talking with a different language,
eating at the same table everyday,
acting happy by every way,
playing the role of the happy family
but there is always the quite,
for every single day and night.
wearing a faked smile,
letting between each one of them, a mile
watching together the television,
but each one is seeing it from his vision,
trying to love and care,
but they can't even share,
each one is in adifferent place.
wearing a big mask on his or her face
a mask of a big smile like a clown,
as all of them are living in a different town,
but still playing the role of the happy family,
still acting like a happy family
still wanting to make us believe that they are a family.
poem by Sarah Abu Zeid
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Fallen, Empty, And Broken
fallen soldier
fallen sky
fallen angel
from on high
fallen heartache
fallen soul
fallen man
losing control
empty bed
empty arms
empty dreams
empty heart
empty wallet
empty hands
cant take nothin'
from an empty man
broken promises
broken vows
broken spirit
wont allow
broken fences
broken lives
broken tomorrows
broken nights
fallen, empty, and broken
every road is the same
bent, bruised, and shaken
still numb from the pain
now you dont answer
when i call out your name
fallen, empty, and broken
walking in the rain...
fallen, empty, and broken...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Imagination
roof houses
in a row with
snowtops
trees budding
leaves
meteors merely
passing by
a group of stars
rumor
mongering along
a lonely street
lights singing
light
parks with empty
benches
children huddled
in schools
mothers frying eggs
and fathers
repairing broken
promises at the
barn
golden spread of
wheat and
hay at the stacks
nothing real for
that matter
these are all
imaginations of the
mind
which was never
there in the
first place.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Im so sorry
I'm so sorry
Sorry for making you think all men are the same
Sorry for making you feel naked
Sorry for sharing my dreams with the outside world
I'm so sorry
Sorry for taking late night calls in your presence
Sorry for not making you my number one
Sorry for not saying thank you
I'm so sorry
Sorry for the tears I've made you cry
Sorry for not answering when you called upon my name
Sorry for waking up and not finding me there
Sorry for making you feel unappreciated and unloved
I'm so sorry
Sorry for not saying Happy Birthday
Sorry for being a nightmare in your life
Sorry for making you my punching bag
I'm so sorry
Sorry for making you say sorry when it was not your fault
Sorry for the promises I made but never kept
I'm so sorry
poem by Neo tshegofatso Molefe
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Waterfall
(carly simon)
Somethings going down like a waterfall
Some strong feelings some old love
I saw you and it made no sense at all
Now I feel like theres too much caffeine in my blood
Like a waterfall goin down
Like a waterfall washing me down
Spinnin me around
Lord, and Im drownin
Like a waterfall going down
Just like a waterfall washing me down
Like a waterfall going down and down and down
Youre an old lover making new contact
Making those cold defenses melt
And though lying in your arms is after the fact
Once again Im feeling like Ive never felt
Its like a waterfall going down
Like a waterfall washing me down
Spinninme round
Lord, and Im drowning
Like a waterfall going down
Just like a waterfall washing me down
Like a waterfall going down and down and down
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Just Beyond
And Auntie saying Don’t
Go too far so I can’t see you
And off you’d go off down
The iron stairs with the dog
In pursuit and the wind in the
Sails of your coat and the sky
Beckoning above and Auntie’s
Voice trailing away on the wind’s
Wings and you happy as the sun
In the morning sky making your
Feet rush across grass and the dog
Overtaking looking back tongue
Out of the side of its mouth and
You saying Go on you mutt run
Run and your young legs taking
You far from Auntie’s sight and
Yet looking back you know she’ll
Be there hands in the clothes
Wash scrubbing away her elbows
Wet from the plunge and you
Throwing hands to the sky and
Saying Lift me up wind take me
To the great place beyond the clouds
Of white and sky of blue with just
The mutt and five year old you.
poem by Terry Collett
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From a King to a Clown
Now that you are no longer around,
I feel like a King without a crown
Or a clown with a happy face,
Making everybody laugh in town
But feeling lost in space
For he has been broken apart,
Just playing his part
In the big stage of life
While feeling like a hound
With a destiny he cannot defy...
You made me a king,
Enjoying the pleasure
Of your amazing kingdom,
Letting me invade your dreams
Every single night
And held my hands every day
Whether it was Winter or Spring
With the tenderness and love
Of a real Queen...
To my life, You brought light
And the mirth of a gentle dove
But suddenly, you left town
Leaving me behind
With a broken heart
And lovely memories of yesterday
And from a king, I became a clown
To make the people laugh
The day you left my town
In the name of freedom!
Now, without you,
I feel lonely and sad! ...
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Daily Life
the procedure is the same all day
repeating and
always repeated
for making a difference is
a risk
altering the pattern simply
gives birth to
pain and so one goes all over
again
start with a picture of oneself
then the other
perhaps a model or the object
of your
physical desire and stay there
for a while
somehow you wish you move
to a higher level
like something emotional or
self-redeeming like something
higher than oneself
the spiritual but you come to the
conclusion that the environment
is simple enough
all images or tangible walls
and wooden bridges below the boats
keep on sailing even without you
in it
you hold on to what is
routine
there is no fear here
the formula keeps on working for you
a self, a picture of yourself, another
picture of the other
then you wrap your body with
your arms
and it is so comforting
no sweat
things shall begin again as usual
you step outside the
door and
mix as usual with the crowd
where no one knows you
and you know no one
at night you arrive on a room
nothing's altered
the smell is the same
and then
you open the window
there are no stars
all city lights
damned.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Layover
Making love in the sun, in the morning sun
in a hotel room
above the alley
where poor men poke for bottles;
making love in the sun
making love by a carpet redder than our blood,
making love while the boys sell headlines
and Cadillacs,
making love by a photograph of Paris
and an open pack of Chesterfields,
making love while other men- poor folks-
work.
That moment- to this. . .
may be years in the way they measure,
but it's only one sentence back in my mind-
there are so many days
when living stops and pulls up and sits
and waits like a train on the rails.
I pass the hotel at 8
and at 5; there are cats in the alleys
and bottles and bums,
and I look up at the window and think,
I no longer know where you are,
and I walk on and wonder where
the living goes
when it stops.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Mr. Sun
Do not forget to wake me at morn.
You've been there for me since I was born
Making me cheerful
Making me warm
Making me happy
Making me form
the habit of checking to see if you're there,
Not hidden by clouds that are thick in the air.
Please Mr. Sun I look for your rays.
Shine all around me. Shine on my days.
When you are hidden my mood seems to change.
Why does this happen?
Isn't it strange?
When you are back. I'm right back on track
You're
Making me cheerful
Making me warm
Making me happy
like when I was born.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Trust 2
When trust gets broken, there is no repair
and your belief in someone ebbs away.
You wonder if you can ever trust anyone again.
Something dies within you,
not that you feel bitter against them,
but you feel simply betrayed
by what was supposed to be a friend.
You want to keep believing, but the trust says no.
Too many promises have been broken,
making you feel a fool.
It was one trust too many
and you won’t do it again,
even though the next time
might be the real thing.
Trust is in our nature
until it is twisted and torn
and making you feel foolish.
You say nothing, but feel a dagger
has been thrust into your back.
You are disillusioned by words
and look at yourself, asking questions
you don’t want answers for.
Could I trust them again?
Would I want to trust them again?
The question list grows long
until you want to put it behind you,
as trust has died another death
in the hands of someone
you thought to be a friend.
15 January 2011
poem by David Harris
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