The beliefs of the masses
All these have become monuments
Roads always taken and have become so evident
All the while the masses believe that
On this obvious evidence
No one shall be lost no one shall have doubts
These structures of concrete
White paint and towers
There is no more fresh wind
That roam freely on my face
The birds have no more wings
The flowers do not bloom
Pavements smooth and sliding
It is not the road I am taking
I like this one. Grassy, muddy,
There are no footsteps yet
Except mine, I pass this way
I do not live here. I do not sleep here.
There are no certainties. This is the one.
Let me go then, let me kiss this holy ground.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let Me Die In My Footsteps
I will not go down under the ground
Cause somebody tells me that deaths comin round
An I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my grave my head will be high,
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Theres been rumors of war and wars that have been
The meaning of the life has been lost in the wind
And some people thinkin that the end is close by
Stead of learnin to live they are learning to die.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
I dont know if Im smart but I think I can see
When someone is pullin the wool over me
And if this war comes and deaths all around
Let me die on this land fore I die underground.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Theres always been people that have to cause fear
Theyve been talking of the war now for many long years
I have read all their statements and Ive not said a word
But now lawd god, let my poor voice be heard.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
If I had rubies and riches and crowns
Id buy the whole world and change things around
Id throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea
For they are mistakes of a past history.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood
Let me smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Go out in your country where the land meets the sun
See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run
Nevada, new mexico, arizona, idaho
Let every state in this union seep in your souls.
And youll die in your footsteps
Before you go down under the ground.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Kiss Me Red
I could paint your picture in the sky tonight
Your lipstick on the moon it shines so bright
Baby its full and white
Honey its full tonight
(chorus 1)
So kiss me red
Kiss me rogue
Kiss me rough
Kiss me smooth
Oh..
I could paint your picture in my room tonight
Your bodys on my mind its clear and bright
Oh but youre far away
And what I wouldnt pay
(chorus 2)
To kiss you red
Kiss you rogue
Kiss you rough
Kiss you smooth
Oh..
Its black out
And Im alone in the dark
But light a candle to replace your heart
What I wouldnt give to have you here in my bed
So kiss me red
Kiss me rogue
Kiss me rough
Kiss me smooth
Oh..
To kiss you red
Kiss you rogue
Kiss you rough
Kiss you smooth
Oh..
So kiss me red
Kiss me rogue
Kiss me rough
Kiss me smooth
Oh..
To kiss you red
Kiss you rogue
Kiss you rough
Kiss you smooth
Oh..
So kiss me red
Kiss me rogue
Kiss me rough
Kiss me smooth
Oh..
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Born Again
Your soul awake
beneath flowers white,
leaves gleam
in spring daylight
Birds in glee
flap their wings,
on the oak tree
the cuckoo sings
In grass green
violets bloom,
lifting my sorrow
and deep gloom
As I walk on the road
rough and steep,
your footsteps follow
I no more weep
poem by Dr Madhavi Grace
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Kiss Me Red
I could paint your picture in the sky tonight
Your lips stick on the moon in pastel light
Baby, its full and white
Honey, its full tonight
Chorus
So kiss me red
Kiss me rouge
Kiss me rough
Kiss me smooth
Oh
I could paint your picture in my room tonight
Your bodys on my mind, its full and white
Oh, but youre far away
And what I wouldnt pay
Chorus
To kiss you red
Kiss you rouge
Kiss you rough
Kiss you smooth
Oh
Its black out
And Im afraid of the dark
So I light a candle to replace your heart
What I wouldnt give to have you here in my bed
Chorus
To kiss me red
Kiss me rouge
Kiss me rough
Kiss me smooth
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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childhood memories-May Day
I'ts May Day
All the coal carts and horses are
decked with flowers and streamers,
The carts line the street on each side
Waiting for the children to pour onto them,
Yelling and happy children, thrilled
To be taken for a ride,
Out of their tenement street,
To the countryside.
It is a bumpy ride, but no one cares,
This is a happy day in May.
When they foresake concrete street and back yard.
For countryside forest, burns, river and park.
Cake and lemonade is served
in bluebell woods.
And children are happily
collecting flowers, stones and insects.
For many happy hours.
Away they are from bounderies
Of life on a tenement street,
To run freely and happily,
Far from the hard stone concrete.
Of their everyday existence.
To play in streams of cool water,
To roll on the grass and the Land,
To smell the fresh air as they potter,
Around in the woods, this is grand.
That night as they sleep in their beds,
The children all dream of the day,
When its usual for them to play,
In the light, wind and warmth of the sun.
To feel grass not concrete under feet,
To breath air that is fresh, and not stale
From the factory stacks that prevail,
Everywhere around where they live.
Oh! What a heaven it will be,
For a time to come when they see,
Such a vision of life real for them,
So they sleep at await for that day.
That always will be like one in May
poem by Mary Mc Creath
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When The Storms Come
when the storms of the day
come your way
hide, and be safe
save yourself and be calm
they will just pass away
they're temporary
when the storm is over
come out again from your hiding
go out and smile and let the world
be envious of you
you face the new sun
and bathe again on the calm, blue sea
sleep on the grass, gather the flowers that bloom
along the way
watch all the butterflies fluttering
listen to the songs of the birds
and roam these patches of peace
and savor every piece of serenity and beauty
they are all yours
you own them you can hold them
you are the ruler
at least, for the meantime that you are here
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Separate World
guess not
but i live in a different world
not yours
it is dimmer
but it is mine
it is not as joyful
as the bells
of the church
or as naive as the
wind chimes
by the window
but it is mine
i live here
contentedly
watching everyone
that passes
my way
at night when i sleep
i am confident
with the pillow
conscience rests
peacefully as
the moon
above the trees
as fresh as the
wind to the
leaves
as scented as the
flowers
beside the paths
of righteousness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Deserted Fields
seldom do you find this place
tall grasses on the fields
white herons feeding
upon the green frogs gallivanting
on the muddy pools
bluer skies fresh air
trees nested by sparrows
trails of men
there are no houses here
flowers on the pavement bloom
nobody comes here anymore
most of them have left for good for the city
where work is available
where money can be harvested
like fruits from concrete trees
from cemented fields
under the flicker of neon lights
from unfriendly people
i am here, at home, with all my silence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I’m going to Paint my Best Picture Ever
As soon as I wake before my coffee
I’ll grab that canvas brush and oils
To paint a fantastic sky,
With a couple of crows squawking in the blue
Then a mountain with snow on it top
An’ the sun shining on it
With a little road at the bottom,
Now for a bus stop with a little boy waiting
With his dog on a lead, then a little puddle
For boys love to jump in em’.
Just finished lots of black and white cows
Feeding in this huge green paddock,
With horses frolicking fresh from the stables
Running and kicking chasing, hope I get it right
Better paint a fence near the road an’ add a few sheep.
Now let me see ah....Trees lot of trees green as green
To the left and to the right with birds flying all around,
Oh in the distance near the foot of the mountain
I’ll paint the school bus coming down the road
That boy has been waiting for ages.
I think that’s it, oh I’ll add a couple of butterflies,
No flowers its winters end and
They are still pushing up underground.
Now let’s look at this picture and see
What the mind can see.
poem by Ken e Hall
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All My Roads
Looking back from where I stand tonight
I wouldnt change a thing about my life
Wrong turns I had to take back in those crazy years
Could not have been mistakes if they brought me here
cause all my roads have led me to
This night, this love I share with you
And though the road was never smooth
Life has made me someone who
Could be the right someone for you
I dont regret a single broken heart
That taught me what love is and what its not
Someone must have planned our two paths would cross
I couldnt see it then but I was never lost
cause all my roads have led me to
This night, this love I share with you
And though the road was never smooth
Life has made me someone who
Could be the right someone for you
Detours, dead ends, endless explorations
You were my only destination
cause all my roads have led me to
This night, this love I share with you
And though the road was never smooth
Life has made me someone who
Could be the right someone for you
song performed by by Collin Raye
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On this day of Spring Original by Rabindranath Tagore
So many flowers bloom
On this day of Spring
So many flutes are played
So many birds sing
On this day of Spring
On this day of Spring
My friend's heart is as soft
As a little flower
Whose negligence makes it
So terribly suffer
Why do you come to her
And try to make her laugh
The one who used to come
Now doesn't care enough
So many flowers bloom
On this day of Spring
So many flutes are played
So many birds sing
On this day of Spring
On this day of Spring
God please keep the happy
People always happy
And let the Spring season
Of joy pass by smoothly
God don't let the happy
People see her in tears
Since they overlook her
And want to live in cheers
So many flowers bloom
On this day of Spring
So many flutes are played
So many birds sing
On this day of Spring
On this day of Spring
poem by Asif Andalib
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Swallows
O LITTLE hearts, beat home, beat home,
Here is no place to rest.
Night darkens on the falling foam
And on the fading west.
O little wings, beat home, beat home.
Love may no longer roam.
O, Love has touched the fields of wheat
And Love has crowned the corn,
And we must follow Love's white feet
Through all the ways of morn.
Through all the silver roads of air
We pass and have no care.
The silver roads of Love are wide,
O winds that turn, O stars that guide.
Sweet are the ways that Love has trod
Through the clear skies that reach to God.
But in the cliff-grass Love builds deep
A place where wandering wings may sleep.
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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The Wind's Journey
Winds blowing from the east
Transplanted scents into the west,
Wandered into jungles of concrete wall,
Struggling to fit in cranny nooks of tall
Structures, that hastens its journey through
Man-made woods – a jungle of towers blew
And drove the wind from western grey mist,
Back to the east, refresh and crisply blest,
While easterly mist touched the west wind
And blow forth again to trees and leaves of green
From east to the west its circular route dawdle
Wanting to re-touch thus lingered to mingle
Attempting to refine a wind made stale
By man’s rancorous ill will, east wind’s wail
The west wind wavered, intertwined forever
To retouch and refresh the earth’s dwindling fresh air
poem by Jona PoloRamirez
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On my way to school (ballad attempt)
It was a pleasant day
walking down the road
too bad it's so early
carrying a heavy load
on my way to school
As I walk down the same street
taking in what I see
quiet birds are flying by
as if they want to flee
on my way to school
then I see a body
lying on the ground
looking cold and brittle
its face showing a frown
on my way to school
I get to the ravine
and smell the fresh air
and hearing the running water
thinking life is fair
on my way to school
I arrive at my goal
tired as can be
the day has only started
and I already want to sleep
because of my journey to school
poem by Venus Fire
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The Green Roads
The green roads that end in the forest
Are strewn with white goose feathers this June,
Life marks left behind by someone gone to the forest
To show his track. But he has never come back.
Down each green road a cottage looks at the forest.
Round one the nettle towers; two are bathed in flowers.
An old man along the green road to the forest
Strays from one, from another a child alone.
In the thicket bordering the forest,
All day long a thrush twiddles his song.
It is old, but the trees are young in the forest,
All but one like a castle keep, in the middle deep.
That oak saw the ages pass in the forest:
They were a host, but their memories are lost,
For the tree is dead: all things forget the forest
Excepting perhaps me, when now I see
The old man, the child, the goose feathers at the edge of the forest,
And hear all day long the thrush repeat his song.
poem by Edward Thomas
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On The Long Road To Pagadian
1979. rough times.
there was this
no man's land.of
rebels
dead bodies
were unaccounted for
on the road to
Pagadian.
we were on the bus.
it was a long travel
north of this
coastal island
the seagulls were
at sea looking
for a catch of
silvery fish
we pass them by
the bus was muddy
and the rain fell
hard on the roof
and we closed the
glass window
afraid to get wet
slowly your weary head
inclined towards
my muscular chest
and rested there
and you began to
sleep soundly and
weave your own dreams
i smelled your soft, black hair
and i saw a beautiful face
with luscious lips
red as a rose in bloom
an inch away from mine
i could have kissed you
without your knowing
a slight touch could have
perfected love
on your cheek
but i didn't.
Now i ask myself
if i ever have any regret
living a longer life in this
world. I have an answer.
it was a long, long travel.
and we at last arrived there.
the rain stopped.
the sun started to shine.
i still ask: why did i not kiss you?
why did i not even ask your name?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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May Song
BIRDS in the green of my garden
Blackbirds and throstle and wren,
Wet your dear wings in the tears that are Spring's
And so to your singing again!
Birds in my blossoming orchard,
Chaffinch and goldfinch and lark,
Preen your bright wings, little happy live things;
The May trees grow white in the park!
Birds in the leafy wet woodlands,
Cuckoo and nightingale brown,
Sing to the sound of the rain on green ground--
The rain on green leaves dripping down!
Fresh with the rain of the May-time,
Rich with the promise of June,
Deep in her heart, where the little leaves part,
Love, like a bird, sings in tune!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Just Another Onionhead
The blessing of the turtles, the eggs lay on the lawn
Paint a pretty picture for me to sit upon
The calling of the rabbit, the falling of the hare
The hat man then begins to play, a song is everywhere
You want the obvious
Youll get the obvious
Tell them groucho said, youre just another onionhead
Another virgin mary, another case is shut
Have another helping, prime cut of babys butt
A sip of holy water, a shot of saving grace
Another western mystic, the words pore out my face
You want the obvious
Youll get the obvious
Ill shave my skull instead, be just another onionhead
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts but if he will be content to begin with doubts he shall end in certainties.
quote by Francis Bacon
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If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts; but if he will be content to begin with doubts he shall end in certainties.
quote by Francis Bacon
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