The Clean And Dirty Side Of Our Lives
the clean side of us
is the one we wear like a white suit with a red carnation in a pocket
it is less visited but we like to have it always worn
in practically all occasions,
we are proud of it but deep inside it we detest it
since it makes us tiptoe upon what we really are and what we want
that happens ever since and all of us wants to deny it
but we always understand what is this truth all about
no one speaks from the crowd and when one speaks we do not bother
for fear that we may be identified
and well you know
how this small world can be too private and too cruel
you do not get it perfectly
the situation is tense
the dirty side of us is actually inside that suit
it stinks but it is the most delicious stink that we ever tasted
it is food and we love it
secretly in the dining table of our room
we feast upon it and out mouths and hands catch the dirt that it is bringing
yet we have many tissues or rugs or handkerchiefs to rub away what
makes others uncomfortable specially those who are more pretentious than we are
pretense is a virtue nowadays
and being a hypocrite is being professional with our
everyday dealings
be it the church or the capitol or even
with the village chief
i do not want to go direct to the point for now
i am hazy, the world is grey anyway
and look at you there is dirt in your lips and your fingernails
are uncut.
i, of course, understand this matter perfectly,
the norms
perhaps you must have noticed by now why the haze is intended
why the fog is not taken from the path
where we all must pass tonight.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All I Need From You Is That You Clean Me, Mama
you lay a mat on the floor
for you to understand dirt and its implications its complications
to the wall
or to the center table and to the rest of the parts of your house,
dirt must be eradicated, that is your rule number one,
so you put lots of mats and rugs, doormats, floormats,
in every door in every corner of the floor
all dirts are not welcome,
it is as though you have studied dirt at length for years,
what is dirt? what are the kinds of dirt? the causes of dirt?
the consequences of dirt? the historical background of dirt,
and your recommendations finally about
dirt
its control and eradication,
you have talked about dirt and how you disliked it,
how you have driven dirt away from this house
how you called they police when dirt resisted to leave
and of course they all were arrested and jailed
without bond
the judge convicted dirt on the basis of those dirty exhibits
and dirty testimonial evidence,
dirt must be poisoned by lethal injection, hanged, electrocuted,
to make them disappear forever
that is your firm belief
your solid conviction
the sound philosophy of
your society
you are talking to me, and i will now tell you who am i really,
my name, the place where i live, my family and how i am related to you,
mother, i am dirt, my name is dirty, my family is dirty,
i live in a dirty place, i am your son,
i cannot step on your doormat, immediately i must leave now
you will report me to the police and i will be arrested
and jailed and even be hanged dead,
all i need is only that you clean me, mama.
now, please........
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Country Red Dirt Road
Down that red dirt road
Off to the side I see
Cattle gracing in herds
Staring sweetly at me
Yes, the red dirt takes us
Past old farmyard barns
Farmers standing ‘round
Spinning red dirt yarns
Daisies waving by the side
Of the red dirt road so fresh
Brilliant colors perfectly
Blend in with all the rest
More cows by the fence
Watch as I go by
Driving a red dirt road
Sure does make time fly!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Dusts
she is a woman fond of cleaning
dust and dirt and
almost everything that
makes this house dirty
or herself, her hands
her clothes and the
furniture that she keeps
on dusting
almost everyday
she slides her fingers
on the table and screens
the surface for dusts
and she thinks
this world must
be free
from dusts
she keeps dusting and dusting
and tonight
she sleeps
deep into
a slumber where
she does not wake up
anymore
she turns to dust
and the wind blows her away at last
poem by Antonio Liao
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Not Bothered
when you understand and really
understand understanding
you do not speak
you only listen
as the other speaks to you
you anticipate when and where and what
you are no longer bothered with the
why.
as others in the corner still scream
crying, this is unfair, this is foul, this is heinous
to understand and really understand understanding
you put your hands inside the pocket of your pants
walk five steps farther
stop on the sixth and find a place for yourself
where you can take your deep breath
and sigh
because you are no longer bothered with the
why.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Red Dirt Ride
I took a little red dirt ride
Along a quiet country road
Peacefulness I felt deep inside
As I watched my day unfold
A red dirt pond all alone
With red dirt cattle too
I felt a sense of belonging
I’d like to share with you
Rock sprouting from the land
Like a sculpture tall and true
Yes, peacefulness I felt inside
And I think you’d feel it too
The sun shone so brightly
Upon my red dirt world
The day was just for me
As calm inside me furled
One thing that I can count on
When I need to take in stride
Problems that come my way
I simply take a red dirt ride!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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I Promised You That We Make Love At Dawn
but then there is this poem
inside my heart
and it wants to be written
at dawn
and so i promised you
another dawn
tomorrow
you perfectly understand
my situation
it is not simple. it is complicated.
i make it complicated.
you look at it simple enough.
lack of love for you.
devotion to poetry.
and sooner, you declare a war.
an end. you write a letter telling about
the word
goodbye.
i understand it too perfectly.
we have two parting worlds now.
floating stars looking for each nest
in some other space.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Red Dirt & Red Skies
The red dirt fascinates me so
It just doesn’t look quite real
Too bright and much too pretty
It has that ‘country’ feel
Skies that shock the senses
At night or early morn
Unlike dark and gloomy skies
Frightening and forlorn
Red is a color of promise to me
It always makes me smile
To sit on a swing and enjoy red dirt
Or the brilliant skies for awhile
The red dirt world is glorious
As the red clouds pass on by
For nothing makes me happier
Than red dirt & red skies!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Operation
I need an...
(instrumental)
Take me to a hospital
Cuz there's too much blood lost to tell
If I'll make it out alive
My body's got a war inside
The bossy nurse I talked to her
Into getting a new doctor
Someone who cares about me
Makes sense
Someone with patience for his patients
Chorus:
I need an OP-ER-A-TION
Oh Lord Please operate
I need an OP-ER-A-TION
Renew the pride, extract the hate
Bring the color back into my cheeks
Beacuse my flesh is wrong
And my spirit's weak
I need a room for this emergency
The ER would suit me perfectly
with tubes and needles stuck into me
I'm on an envoy Turn inside the IV
I think my life just passed me by
20 years, an ugly sight
But God was there through thin and thick
But there's so much thin it makes me sick
Chorus X3
song performed by by Relient K
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Shades of Grey
Black is the color of the night
Grey is the shadow of you I sight
White is the shirt you wear
Black is your suit I declare
White is the wall you lean against
Grey is our path I sensed
Black is the memory I lost
Black is the road we never crossed
Grey is the prospect of the day
Grey is the taxi driving away
Black is the truth to never find you
Black is everything I can't undo
Black is my room without light
White is my color of hope in spite
Grey is the circle around my heart
Black is the truth like a work of art
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Crouchin’ On The Outside
One two three four five six seven eight hey baby you're a little too late
I'm standin' on the outside lookin' in at you on the inside
Lookin' out at me on the outside lookin' in
Through the window of my madness at a place I never been
And you say you understand just what my trouble's all about
But you're sitting on the inside playing on the win side
While I'm freezing on the outside in the what's-it-all-about side
Lookin' in at you on the inside looking out
One two three four five six seven eight hey Jim let's talk about hate
I'm walkin' on the white side lookin' 'round at you on the brown side
Lookin' back at him on the black side lookin' down
And we're mouthin' words of freedom but we don't make any sound
And we clasp our hands in brotherhood and then go wash our hands
While you're stayin' on the brown side on the go-ahead-and-put-me-down side
While I'm standin' on the white side on the got-me-way-up-tight side
Lookin' back at him on the black side lookin' back
One two three four five six seven eight hey Claude don't bother to wait
You're cruisin' on the gay side lookin' straight at me on the straight side
Lookin' way at you on the gay side lookin' straight
And you're screamin' from the rooftops bout the pleasures that won't wait
And your closet's full of queenly gowns for extra special dates
And you're campin' on the gay side on the c'mon-out-and-play side
While I'm over on the trick side on the got-to-find-a-chick side
Lookin' way at you on the gay side lookin' straight
One two four seven nine eight twelve fifteen nineteen eighteen ninety-nine twenty-four else
[ sax ]
One two three four five six seven eight hey Miss hallucinate
You're boppin' on the hip side laughin' at me on the flip side
Chasin' after you on the hip side losin' my grip
And you're walkin' on a tightrope and you're tryin' not to slip
And you say you found out where it's at and give it all a try
So you're groovin' on the hip side in the come-and-take-a-trip side
I'm movin' on the square side in the show-me-when-and-where side
Chasin' after you on the hip side lookin' high
Lookin' at you on the hip side lookin' out yeah
Lookin' at you on the flip side lookin' back
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Cut My Hair
Why should I care
Why should I care
If I have to cut my hair?
If I have to cut my hair?
Ive got to move with the fashions
Ive got to move with the fashions
Or be outcast.
Or be outcast.
I know I should fight
I know I should fight
But my old man hes really alright,
But my old man hes really alright,
And Im still living at home
And Im still living at home
Even though it wont last.
Even though it wont last.
Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents
Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents
Five inches long.
Five inches long.
Im out on the street again
Im out on the street again
And Im leaping along.
And Im leaping along.
Im dressed right for a beach fight,
Im dressed right for a beach fight,
But I just cant explain
But I just cant explain
Why that uncertain feeling is still
Why that uncertain feeling is still
Here in my brain.
Here in my brain.
The kids at school
The kids at school
Have parents that seem so cool.
Have parents that seem so cool.
And though I dont want to hurt them
And though I dont want to hurt them
Mine want me their way.
Mine want me their way.
I clean my room and my shoes
I clean my room and my shoes
But my mother found a box of blues,
But my mother found a box of blues,
And there doesnt seem much hope
And there doesnt seem much hope
Theyll let me stay.
Theyll let me stay.
Zoot suit, etc.
Zoot suit, etc.
Why do I have to be different to them?
Why do I have to be different to them?
Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend,
Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend,
We have the same old row, again and again.
We have the same old row, again and again.
Why do I have to move with a crowd
Why do I have to move with a crowd
Of kids that hardly notice Im around,
Of kids that hardly notice Im around,
I have to work myself to death just to fit in.
I have to work myself to death just to fit in.
Im coming down
Im coming down
Got home on the very first train from town.
Got home on the very first train from town.
My dad just left for work
My dad just left for work
He wasnt talking.
He wasnt talking.
Its all a game,
Its all a game,
cos inside Im just the same,
cos inside Im just the same,
My fried egg makes me sick
My fried egg makes me sick
First thing in the morning.
First thing in the morning.
song performed by by Who
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What Is A Lonely Woman?
when you greet me first
and say hello and ask if i am ok
when i also talk to you
and it will be long
and we are not tired
honing words like cleaning a bottle
or making a
glass figurine shine against the light
when i listen, when i stop doing other things
giving you time,
and then inside myself i make a definition of you
and then
i say, 'oh i perfectly understand the situation'
and it doesn't bother me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What In The World
Youre just a little girl with grey eyes
Never mind, say something
Wait until the crowd cries
Oh, wait until the crowd cries
Youre just a little girl with grey eyes
So deep in your room, you never leave your room
Something deep inside of me - yearning deep inside of me
Talking through the gloom
What in the world can you do
What in the world can you do
Im in the mood for your love
For your love
For your love
For your love
Oh
Im just a little bit afraid of you
Cause love wont make you cry
But, wait until the crowd goes
Oh, wait until the crowd goes
Im just a little bit afraid of you
So deep in your room, you never leave your room
Something deep inside of me - yearning deep inside of me
Talking through the gloom
What in the world can I do
What in the world can I do
Im in the mood for your love
For your love
For your love
Oh, what you gonna say?
Oh, what you gonna do?
Ah, what you gonna be?
To be real me, to the real me
Under the cool, under the cool and under having a ball
What you gonna say to the real me, to the real me
Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh
song performed by by David Bowie
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My Red Dirt World
Did you ever see a red dirt road
With a red dirt pond ‘long side?
Brilliant yellow sunflowers
In the grass where burrs might hide?
Oil wells thriving endlessly
White gobs from a cotton patch
Bolls in the patch ready to burst
Sweet blooms like a bird that hatched
All my red dirt rides in the country
Are laced with these wondrous things
They sum up the life I’ve lived so far
Kinda tug at my worn heart strings
Ah yes, such red dirt memories
As I wonder through life’s plan
But I do my best along the way
For I’m just a red dirt man!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Victory comes late
690
Victory comes late—
And is held low to freezing lips—
Too rapt with frost
To take it—
How sweet it would have tasted—
Just a Drop—
Was God so economical?
His Table's spread too high for Us—
Unless We dine on tiptoe—
Crumbs—fit such little mouths—
Cherries—suit Robbins—
The Eagle's Golden Breakfast strangles—Them—
God keep His Oath to Sparrows—
Who of little Love—know how to starve—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Talk To Her
When you talk to her talk to her
Like it was somebody else
Talk to your mama
Dont get smart
But I have a heart to heart
And just like you would
Would you doubt us
Cause everything you do or say
You got to live with everyday
Shes somebodys baby
Shes somebodys sister
Shes somebodys mama
Now when you go to her
Speak truthfully
Honest as you can be from your heart
Youre in a situation
But youre losing patience
Take your time and look her in the eyes
When you just cant find the words you want
And its hard to reach a point
Where you both can understand
Dont just tell the truth
But tell the whole truth
Itll make a better man out of you
When you talk to her talk to her
Like it was somebody else
Talk to your mama
Dont get smart
But I have a heart to heart
And just like you would
Would you doubt us
Cause everything you do or say
You got to live with everyday
Shes somebodys baby
Shes somebodys sister
Shes somebodys mama
He doesnt matter if
Shes wearing mini skirt or business suit
Whether shes twenty-five or ninety-nine
Treat her the way your mama talked you to
She could be the queen shieber, she could be a school teacher
A homemaker or lawyer
I think its good for your comma
Cause when you talk to her
When you talk to her talk to her
Like it was somebody else
Talk to your mama
Dont get smart
But I have a heart to heart
And just like you would
Would you doubt us
Cause everything you do or say
You got to live with everyday
Shes somebodys baby
Shes somebodys sister
Shes somebodys mama
Now lets keep it real
Nothing in this world will ever exist without the opposite
There has to be a sun and a moon
A man and a woman
Thats just the way it is
Humanity inside it
And everybodys fighting
How do we restore the peace
Mama earth is hurting
When everybodys searching for that benefit of energy
You gotta talk to her
When you talk to her talk to her
Like it was somebody else
Talk to your mama (watch your mouth, yeah yeah)
Dont get smart
But I have a heart to heart
And just like you would
Would you doubt us
Cause everything you do or say
You got to live with everyday
Shes somebodys baby
Shes somebodys sister
Shes somebodys mama
When you talk to her talk to her
Like it was somebody else
Talk to your mama
Just like you thought for your sister
If you knew that someone dissed her
How you gonna care for your daughter
Turn around and talk bad about the mama
Say will you listen to your auntie
Never interupt while she speaks
Make your words sweet like candy
As if you were talking to your granny yeah
If you really loved them (say so)
If you really needed them (say so)
Love the way she thinks (say so)
You love the way she speaks (say so)
When you need some good conversation (say so)
Say so (say so)
If you want her in your life (say so)
You want her to be your wife (say so)
Tell her shes your best friend (say so) (alright)
Youll be that to the end (alright)(say so)
If youre thinking about leaving (say so)
If you wonder where shes going (say so)
If you need to breathe with her (say so)
You just want to be with her (say so)
If you love her hair (say so)
If you wanted her (say so)
Tell me if you really wanted her (say so)
You wanna step down (say so)
Say so...
If you feel like loving (say so)
If you wanna feel the hugging (say so)
song performed by by India Arie
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Understand Me
Oh baby,that day you came to me
As everything i'd dreamed you'd be
And more
But you broke my heart
By not even trying to
Understand me
You can't understand me
Instead you acted like a bitch
And blamed it all on me
As if it was all my fault
You've made my eyes bleed
You've made my heart shatter
Deep inside of me
For all this it doesnt even matter anymore
People think im insane
Some think im just weird
Just because the old me disappeared
Im in a mental prison
I won't let me out
Ive been broken into a million pieces
So just get away from me
Im sorry for calling you names
But you cant deny
How you acted towards me
I've lost everything
You dont know how this feels
All the expectations
That i cant live upto
Even if i wanted to
Its everything i dispise in this world
Put together to make my life
How is that for ya
Tonight
It all has to end tonight
No more feeling down
Im not fooling around
Tonight
It all has to end tonight
song performed by by Yellow 5
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Inside The House Of Pain
a damaged brain inside a house of pain.
pieces of broken porcelain, all white and tiny.
under my feet. flying plates landing on walls.
smashed to the sound of bangs and cracks.
running mantels and falling glasses.
and viands splattering on the floors.
dirty carpets. stained curtains. broken windows.
loud words buzzing like giant bees in such a small
room. where everything is a crowd of cruel
words and slapping hands and pulling hairs.
mother wails and shouts for help.
father strikes her face. some blood bleeding
on unwashed handkerchiefs.
children running away. hiding in corners of
this world. all silent not needing any help because
they are all to afraid to become big like them.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ideas For Walls
So many things in my head, Ive always had them before
No reason to be upset, theyre just ideas for walls
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing, demanding that the nightlife be called the right life
Like putting paint on my feet & walking sideways in rows
My walls could be so complete, complete with patterns of toes
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing the left side, right side, which is the right side
Now-ideas
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
A little m for the mirror, a double u for the wall
To make things perfectly clear, a great big h in the hall
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing, demanding that the nightlife be called the right life
Is everybody confused? (no) Im making no sense at all
You want a room with a view you need ideas for walls
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing inside, outside, outside, right side
Inside, outside, which is the right side
Now -- ideas
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas
Theyre just ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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His Red Dirt Life
So many red dirt roads he’s traveled
Along his long red dirt life
Children born and raised with
His charming red dirt wife
A home was built and furnished
Upon his red dirt land
He’s done the very best he could
Always taking a red dirt stand
Red dirt roads that lead up to
A bridge to the other side
He tries to go right with the flow
Along life’s red dirt ride
And during that ride it seems
There are some pot holes in the road
But he just keep pluggin’ along you see
Just carrying his red dirt load
The streams and valleys continue
Until the end of his red dirt time
And when the sun beats down on him
He loves to see that red dirt shine!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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