Sometimes I Also Wonder If
sometimes i wonder if
this world is listening
to every word that each man
is shouting against each other
to every verbal abuse
that husbands inflict
against their wives
sometimes i wonder if
this world too feels the harshness
of the sound
of the door that is banged against
each frame
at the edge when hinges
begin to fall out
from each rusted
screw
sometimes i ask if it knows
the pain that nails inflict
upon wood
the decent sharpness of the axe
that cuts across
barks and
trunks
in every tree that falls down
to the forest
grounds
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Demand For Justice...
because you inflict pain on me
and i cannot touch you
then i might as well inflict pain
to the society as a whole
for you said you love society more
than what i am
as your next neighbor....
and then you cry out for justice
to the world
and then you call me
the congenital terrorist?
sometimes i throw this question to the air
how can you love the world
without loving me first
your very next door?
how do you ever distinguish this tree
from those shadows of the forest?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Even if the whole world conspired against you -- that would not inflict a quarter of the harm you inflict yourself.
Edgecrusher
Conceived in a hell beyond your depth of perception
Chaotic case of conquering domination
Psychopath snaps fired chains of imprisonment
A bludgeoning force thats undermining the government
Inflict strain upon the structure
Collapsing below my pressure
Inflict strain upon the structure
Collapsing below my pressure
Break of the edgecrusher...
The purist, non-conformist, jaded subhuman terrorist
From flesh to steel and blood to blade I fight to exist
A rival of justice, extreme rush of hatred
Survival in a twisted world where nothing is sacred
Inflict strain upon the structure
Collapsing below my pressure
Inflict strain upon the structure
Collapsing below my pressure
Break of the edgecrusher...
song performed by by Fear Factory
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Screw It All
Screw the World
Screw my friends
Screw the lies that never end
Screw my mom
Screw my dad
Screw the way I feel sad
Screw my teachers
Screw my school
Screw the life of one man's rule
Screw my clothes
Screw my nose
All it is is a fake pose
Screw my body
Screw my face
Screw all the parts below my waist
Screw your life
And Screw mine
Screw the rich who drink and dine
Screw the poor
Screw the sick
All it is is a load of gick
Screw my money
Screw my car
Oh my God, I'm so sick of it all!
poem by Artemis Zeus
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Pitstop
In my pain remaining,
You still dropp more of it.
As if I occupy a pitstop.
And I am there...
To replenish your need,
To gas up...
As you retire your worn out displeasures,
To rebuckle for a rebooting...
For a race you keep,
To speed away to leave me broken.
I pray for you!
To Stop this dance you do with evil.
But emotionally you wish me drained.
So no one else can see,
Who re-energizes you...
After you are through abusing me.
But one day you will come not to feel this way.
The scars dropped by the clock...
Will inflict upon your mind reminders.
Behind closed doors,
You will begin to feel trapped.
By a consciousness that visits.
And your past misdeeds will plead to be forgiven.
But...
From whom or what,
Will release you from those pitstops,
That left me strickened as you struck...
With a letting go for a public showing.
'Stop it,
Let me go.'
The scars dropped by the clock...
Will inflict upon your mind reminders.
'Stop it,
Let me go.'
The scars dropped by the clock...
Will inflict upon your mind reminders.
In my pain remaining,
You would dropp more of it.
As if I occupied a pitstop.
And I was there...
To replenish your need,
To gas up...
As you retired your worn out displeasures.
To rebuckle for a rebooting...
For a race you kept,
To speed away to leave me broken.
One day you will come not to feel this way.
'Stop it,
Let me go.'
The scars dropped by the clock...
Will inflict upon your mind reminders.
'Stop it,
Let me go.'
The scars dropped by the clock...
Will inflict upon your mind reminders.
And it will be your misdeeds.
Not me to haunt you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The violence that you inflict
The violence you inflict in the boy
Is the same violence that he will
Inflict with his peers and
Even friends through and through
From the small petty matters of
His childish games to his
Affairs in school and then to
His fellowmen in the bigger
World and it will go on and on
And then you read the papers
This morning and feel threatened
By the violence that the world
Has inflicted to itself to every
Famine stricken country with
Bullets and asphyxiating gases
And weapons of mass destruction
You ask me and I will tell you
It started with you in the form
Of some discipline sticks and
Mongo beans that you impressed
Upon your little boys and girls.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The new ruler must determine all the injuries that he will need to inflict. He must inflict them once and for all.
quote by Niccolo Machiavelli
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Pretty Girls Aint Smart.
Cat calls and whistle.
The only thing I hear
As I walk down the street.
Girls telling me he only likes me,
Because of the size of my chest.
And my pretty face.
They say it just to be mean,
But there words cut deep.
Deeper then the cuts on my wrists.
People are amazed when I talk.
Because they see my face,
And cant believe I’m smart.
There stereotypes hurt.
They hurt more then the bruises
That I inflict upon myself.
We live in a world where pretty girls
Can never be smart
And men abuse with eyes and words.
I feel I stand alone,
In my fight for equality
And alone I fall.
I have admitted my defeat.
And I live a life of idiotic stupidity.
Only for the enjoyment of many.
poem by Lilly Mandrell
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L a s t - R e q u e s t {Ariel's Promise}
Standing close, yet not quite o'er you,
so as not to disturb your stilled presence;
your flesh, shades of ecru, 'n like an aura,
I feel the pulse of your once amber heart...
touching me...cotton gentle, bisquit warm...,
telling me, 'Love......I am not far away''.
But come 'morrow, when they open th'earth,
lower you.....into your final stead,
will i no longer feel that aura about me,
as that would inflict great pain on this heart,
like long rusted nails thru' my arteries;
tell me love.....you'll not be far away.
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Please Excuse Me While I Kick Myself
Please excuse me,
While I kick myself...
With a bit of bruising.
Only I can do this.
And I have proven it.
You can choose to stand back and watch.
Or assist if you wish!
Please excuse me,
While I kick myself...
With a bit of bruising.
I would not say it is enjoyed.
Nor do I inflict the kicking,
With a stiffer swiftness...
I'm sure you would employ.
But since I am doing it,
Submit your suggestions...
With multiple choices,
As to why I have reasons to abuse myself...
Where others find these 'areas' comfortably spreading.
And I am not pleased to sit with ease.
Please excuse me,
While I kick myself...
With a bit of bruising.
I have discovered myself to be impatient.
And if I inflict my own pain,
The sensation of it keeps me motivated.
Applied to re-energize,
An acceptance I reject and despise.
Upon the arrival of malaise.
Many express with wishes to have stay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Abuser
it does not matter if you're male or female
in the mind of a abuser
they will always prevail.
when you allow the abuse from the start
in you life, it becomes a part.
whether it's verbal or physical, it matters not
you let it start, and it won't stop.
the verbal can be more damaging than the physical
because it becomes daily.
like a sculptor chipping away at its mold
until it becomes the way that they want it to be.
and if you don't stop it
you will never be free.
they do it because of their own inadequacy.
which is something that their mind won't see.
how much abuse should you take
before it becomes much to late?
the verbal abuser will always put you to the ground
and expect you to not make a sound.
they will tell you that you was put here to serve.
and to make a move, you have no nerve.
that you must obey their every command
and that you are the scum of the land.
if you have no - or low self esteem
it is something which will be seen.
and when an abuser has you in their sight
no matter what you do, it won't be right.
STOP the abuse, before it's too late.
for this can not be your destined fate.
the verbal abuse will always start first
then from there, it will get worse.
YOU must walk away, so that they can see
a victim you will not be.
(abuse is like a broken tool, it could damage whatever is good)
poem by Louis Rams
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We must not inflict life on children who will be resented; we must not inflict unwanted children on society.
quote by Anne Lamott
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The World At Large
when you feel pain
you justify it that the world is like this and that
that most of its parts is pain
and you take every pain as part of you
and shall never refuse anything that comes
like uninvited guests of your house
when you become a voluntary prey
to all these parasites
and predators
host of all hosts you welcome
the code of stupidity
but soon you realize that there is no use to all these
why pain?
why inflict it upon a self that knows
the freedom of choices?
you go away and find the ways of having another life
to the world at large
that shows to you the vastness of the skies
the wideness of the oceans
the myriad islands and the unexplored continents
the mysterious universe
all these tell you, why not try wonder? why not take the side
of the happy moments?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Tree (a Repost)
the tree
when the big tree falls
hit by lightning
roared by thunder
when the big tree finally falls
and i am there
the big sound
of a giant old tree
falling finally to the ground
the arrogance
that used to be
of that big old tree
we all look up
it is so high
and we do not
climb it anyhow
we fear
and
perhaps we too pay respect
for its grandeur
and today this big tree falls
hit by lightning and roared by thunder
the universe claps upon the
fall of arrogance and pride
and a tree's belief about
its hugeness and
strength
now this tree falls
and i am here watching it
you are not here
you are in some foreign country
how can i tell you
that this tree has fallen
and there is nothing to fear anymore?
when a tree falls and you are not there
your logic tells
there is no tree
there is no tree of such strength and posture
there is no tree like that
that can ever fall
all because a lightning hit it
and all because the thunder roared
without you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poetic Testimony....
IN MY life i am making poems
numbering in thousands and those who read them
must have felt that i sound like a machine gun to an enemy
it is funny
but it is not intended to be that way
THERE is a wounded snake if you have seen it
if you have once lived in the forest
looking for the herbal cure for its wounds
near the center of its heart
IT IS not only a question of love, but also of hate,
not only life but also of death
not just death but the series of deaths that one experiences
with humanity
Those that love to hate, to injure, to inflict pain
and those that receive this pain, those that taste their wars
those that witness the dying, the dead
those that listen to the unexpected fires and explosions
those that are part of the shattered and the shatters
ONE WORLD
in the nooks of poetry.
Pity and Piety
The Pieta and the Sunless Sea
Clouds of Van Gogh
Guns of the Piedra
ALL THESE
In the hues of the lights of sunsets and sunrises
trying to be captured in the lenses of mere words.
Just listen, watch, just be a spectator
Do not say any word.
Savor.Do not complain.
If bad, just spit it out. Go, go, go.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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when the big tree falls
hit by lightning
roared by thunder
when the big tree finally falls
and i was there
a big sound
of a giant old tree
falling finally to the ground
the arrogance
that used to be
by that big old tree
we all looked upon
it was so high
and we did not
climb it anyhow
for fear
and
perhaps respect for its grandeur
and today this big tree falls
hit by lightning and roared by thunder
the universe claps upon the
fall of arrogance and pride
and a tree's belief about
its hugeness and
strength
now this tree falls
and i am here watching it
you are not here
you are in some foreign country
how can i tell you
that this tree has fallen
and there is nothing to fear anymore?
when a tree falls and you are not there
your logic tells
there is no tree
there is no tree of such strength and posture
there is no tree like that
that can ever fall
all because a lightning hits it
and all because the thunder roared
without you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The tree
When the big tree falls
Hit by lightning
Roared by thunder
When the big tree finally falls
And I was there
A big sound
Of a giant old tree
Falling finally to the ground
The arrogance
That used to be
By that big old tree
We all looked upon
It was so high
And we did not
Climb it anyhow
For fear
And
Perhaps respect for its grandeur
And today this big tree falls
Hit by lightning and roared by thunder
The universe claps upon the
Fall of arrogance and pride
And a tree's belief about
Its hugeness and
Strength
Now this tree falls
And I am here watching it
You are not here
You are in some foreign country
How can I tell you
That this tree has fallen
And there is nothing to fear anymore?
When a tree falls and you are not there
Your logic tells
There is no tree
There is no tree of such strength and posture
There is no tree like that
That can ever fall
All because a lightning hits it
And all because the thunder roared
Without you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Tree
when the big tree falls
hit by lightning
roared by thunder
when the big tree finally falls
and i was there
a big sound
of a giant old tree
falling finally to the ground
the arrogance
that used to be
by that big old tree
we all looked upon
it was so high
and we did not
climb it anyhow
for fear
and
perhaps respect for its grandeur
and today this big tree falls
hit by lightning and roared by thunder
the universe claps upon the
fall of arrogance and pride
and a tree's belief about
its hugeness and
strength
now this tree falls
and i am here watching it
you are not here
you are in some foreign country
how can i tell you
that this tree has fallen
and there is nothing to fear anymore?
when a tree falls and you are not there
your logic tells
there is no tree
there is no tree of such strength and posture
there is no tree like that
that can ever fall
all because a lightning hits it
and all because the thunder roared
without you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sound Of Silence....
it speaks no words,
yet they fall on the soul..
quietly falls on the heart so heavy,
pain wrapped, the words of silence....
filth and grime,
pure and honest,
the words do a medley of sorts,
ever felt the sound of silence..
the world pulls down,
the dust seems sticking,
tears entrapped in the soul,
commotion in the worldly shows.
what's life? regret, remorse..
the dull light always burning,
resonating from inside,
try listening, the sound of silence...
the voice screams,
it brings the truth,
momentarily, the pain halts,
with the tasting of the salt.
ironical the world is,
contradiction filled...
sounds stupid, but true,
the sound of silence...
befriend silence,
redemption u find...
the lost answers,
u will find.
sound, so enthralling,
sound, so enigmatic..
yet so healing, , ,
the sound of silence..
poem by Nupur Singhal
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Standing On The Edge
There's a message on my bed
A new engraving in my overloading head
Feel the walls are caving in
As the wire cuts into my butter skin
Overload, love's the antidote we need
Love's the antidote we really need
When you're all by yourself
Standing on the edge of the world
Take a look at yourself
Don't fall back in
I thought I'd shot my conscience dead
But he's come back again to break my china head
Blown a hole right through my dream
Brought me back to earth in a rocket made for one
Overload, love's the antidote we need
It's the antidote we really need
When you're all by yourself
Standing on the edge of the world
Take a look at yourself
Don't fall back in
'Cause when you're all by yourself
Standing on the edge of the world
Take a look at yourself
Don't fall back in
Don't fall back in
song performed by by Feeder
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