The Guilt And The Pain Of The Tiny Flesh
the flesh will always have
its own way of
giving you guilt, there is
always that accompanying
pain with
slow and gentle pleasure
the pressure
to transcend its shallowness
however the
necessity of its warmth
and hair and
surface
you take it and learn
that art of having to rub life
with death
no words are uttered
on some
deaths that beat inside
our hearts somehow there
is something that
diminishes us
after
something that spreads us
like a dirty linen
against the almighty
sun
but the need is always
there
which without out
it
we shall wither
and crumple like
brown leaves without
dew
on cracked
soil
as i told you this is
the pendulum of
compromises of
plea bargainings
we take sometimes
the necessity of having
to plea guilty
on the lesser liabilities
of some
tiny flesh which
however deep we
are we by default
take the option of the
fools
and facing another
stupid being
we give them
a straight face of
i was there and
you have no right
to judge me
you have no
scar.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ive Changed My Plea To Guilty
Im standing in the dock
With my innocent hand on my heart
Ive changed my plea
Ive changed my plea to guilty
Because freedom is wasted on me
See how your rules spoil the game
Outside there is a pain
Emotional air raids exhausted my heart
And its safer to be inside
So, Im changing my plea
And no one can dissuade me
Because freedom was wasted on me
See how your rules spoil the game
Something I have learned
If there is one thing in life Ive observed
Its that everybodys got somebody
Ooh no, not me
So Ive changed my plea to guilty
And reason and freedom is a waste
Its a lot like life
song performed by by Morrissey
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Foreman told Ray to plead guilty and he'd then give his brother $500, if Ray didn't cause any problems at the guilty plea hearing, and he could take that $500 and hire a lawyer to set aside the plea. Foreman actually put that in writing.
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T4
between the divine law and
the laws of men
between the id and the superego
the wall and the other wall
between the floor and the
ceiling
between sin and forgiveness
between my flesh and my spirit
lies the secret of my sanity
and like civil law there shall always be compromises
plea bargaining, the golden mean of Aristotle
between right and wrong, there is something
that must make us alive
for the meantime that this journey is not over yet
between my left and right ear
we must listen so we can hear
between two words are the spaces
these are places of compromises
at the extremes of pure solidity
there lies this stupidity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Happiness Is An Option
It is not easy
It is not easy
Looking from a window
At the edge of a house
At the edge of a town
Its grey like the day
When I lost it
Clouds overhead
I talked to a flower
That was almost dead
My body a prison
Why did I do it
Someone want me not to
But I still went through it
(living it upside, you gotta remember, that happiness is an option)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
Needed somewhere to clear my head
Find some strength a warmer bed
Maximum love in a minimal world
Id never achieved it
But then I believed it
So when I lost it - how
Im not sure - now
It was a strange feeling
Like a law repealing itself
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(giving it up, if you are giving it up, if you are giving it up)
I can wake up in the morning
And not believe what I see
Look in a mirror and think
If thats really me
I dont think I suit my face
Its not a catastrophe
Its more a philosophy
Like the russians wondering why
Were born under a blue sky
But die in a dark forest
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
This is neither old nor new
Its always forever
Somewhere between sense
And ambition
Pleasure and decision
We have to make a choice
What do we want
Everyone singing
war, what is it good for?
While planning the next one
I dont need to win
You dont have to loose
We can choose
Happiness is an option
(you can choose)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(chris: happiness is an option)
It is not easy
(no, it is not easy)
The war within us
(so war within us)
(so dont give up)
But it gets easier
(but it gets easier)
The more we learn
(the more we learn)
I dont need to win
(I dont need to win)
You dont have to loose
(you dont have to loose)
So dont give up
We can choose
Happiness is an option
(happiness is an option)
(chris: happiness is an option)
It is not easy
(no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
But dont give up now
(dont give up now)
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
(it is not easy)
Happiness is an option
(happiness is an option)
(if you are giving it up, if you are giving it up)
You dont have to loose
(you dont have to loose)
(if you are giving it up, you gotta remember)
We can choose happiness is an option
(we can choose happiness is an option)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Time Leak
For centuries
we have lain like this,
our warmths intermingled,
our hearts beating
the same two-step,
& our breaths
& our limbs
intertwined.
Life after life,
I return to flesh
to join my flesh
to your flesh.
Sometimes I am the woman
& you the man;
sometimes,
the other way around.
It hardly matters.
Flesh after flesh,
our spirits return
to mingle.
Death is no barrier
& life's noisy matinee
where the suburban ladies
cough & sputter
& their programs crackle like kindling
merely goes on & on.
They sit on their deaths
as if they were sitting
on fur coats,
while we touch
for the first time
remembering
the next.
poem by Erica Jong
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To The Six Furies Of My Mind...
we,
who are being attacked by
the Five Furies
mine now Six
have no other possible defense
to protect
our minds
but to write these lines
so do not ask me
why i am writing th
ese
i am being chased
and so i am running away
i have to run away still
because i am being chased like wind to another wind
like nothing
to another nothing
i am
perhaps still afraid of
the death of my
mind
the death of the wind
the trees will die too
the fireflies turn off their lights
the birds fall down the trees
i, who want
to still think and think to think some more
has no other option
i write
to make the Six Furies know
that i also know how to protect myself
that i am
a survivor
i do not speak here
but the Six Furies must stop a while and hear
they must listen
lest they shall die in their own noise
like fire on their long hair
i make
my plea,
i am guilty, i am guilty
i know i am guilty of all the lies and deceit
but give me more time please
to choose
a happy
death.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All That Matters Simply Come Home And Look At Us
straight in the eye
what we did, they come home and look at us
straight in the eye
feeding us morsels of guilt, and asking us again
why?
we try to look at them straight in the eye too and we justify
ourselves, with
it was a necessity, the inevitable, and all with the face of the human
being
bones and flesh and hair and skin
with balls or no balls
will just do the same: kill to save oneself, the doctrine of self-defense,
that innate self which must preserve itself
and always ready to strike
when in danger, not even running, but keeping itself
unafraid, to stand firm and tall and
unmoved,
they all come today, like her chickens, but i see them all
snakes, and scorpions, and
even fire-breathing dragons and witches and
wolves and blood sucking leeches
i do not run, i keep myself composed to all these now,
i am ready, i have prepared myself,
if they ask for reason, i give them the reasons,
if they don't and they just stare, i too must stare without blinking
i am a brave man
i am an honest man
i harmed no one
and no one harms me now.
i am at home and if they, of the past, and today, live with me,
i always have the room to spare, and some padlocks too
and iron bars, and air tight spaces
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Flesh Prisoner
I am the prisoner of my flesh which I have thoughtlessly
Inherited from the genes of nowhere
I am convicted of a mysterious crime
Nobody wants
I am the prisoner of weaknesses
Shackles my limbs, shrinks my nerves
Shrouds my mind to act perfectly in
The world of mistakes
Flesh is the jail where I am imprisoned
Wicked strengths are the metal chains fettered me
Eyes of the folks are the guards of my faults
Their tounges are like guns
Firing my head un-blood
Justice? I pervert not justice
Divine Judge
Justice is within me
I have no suspicious offender but my flesh
I beg one Divine Judge
A day of chance to pardon my life-long sentence
I confess
I am waiting now for that miracle
Please hearken my plea!
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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sorrow ***** PRISONER OF THE FLESH
I am the prisoner of my flesh which I have thoughtlessly
Inherited from the genes of nowhere
I am convicted of a mysterious crime
Nobody wants
I am the prisoner of weaknesses
Shackles my limbs, shrinks my nerves
Shrouds my mind to act perfectly in
The world of mistakes
Flesh is the jail where I am imprisoned
Wicked strengths are the metal chains fettered me
Eyes of the folks are the guards of my faults
Their tounges are like guns
Firing my head un-blood
Justice? I pervert not justice
Divine Judge
Justice is within me
I have no suspicious offender but my flesh
I beg one Divine Judge
A day of chance to pardon my life-long sentence
I confess
I am waiting now for that miracle
Please hearken my plea!
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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The Role Of The Flesh When The Mind Breaks Away...
one does not have to condemn the flesh
it too serves some purpose,
when the mind goes beyond our fences
when we cannot take the pressure anymore
there the flesh waits for temporary reliefs
it gives you warmth
the pleasures at hand
when the intellect abandons you
in the middle of your
miseries.
the flesh beats us to a dance of life
like wine it can make us drunk and we become wild
there is that fire in the heart
that the flesh can easily so provide
there is the laughter and the ecstasy
that the flesh only knows
when the storm is over, when the night breaks into dusk
when light comes again in our eyes
the flesh is there beside us
it is there, when the mind breaks
it is patient to all our desires.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Have Not Met Yet
as you read my poems
you imagine what my face would be
given said facts and thoughts like
the way i spend my nights writing
and facing the computer till twilight,
i must be thin, and since i have
lesser sleep, i must have dark
deep, sunken, almond eyes
like the insomniac's night,
my lips may have cracked
due to many coffee cups
giving liveliness to my lines,
my shoulders may have fallen,
due to extreme exhaustion,
my skin may have dried and
my hair may have been scattered
by the strong wind
like those poets who no longer
care for their health and hygiene.
i am sorry but you are wrong.
You have to see me to know me.
You have to touch my hand and
feel the warmth of my palms.
You have to touch my hair to
feel the softness of my soul.
i will that poet who orders plain
mineral water instead of beer.
I may wear a black coat but
there will be no white carnations
inside the pocket of my chest.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Please Dont Let Me Love You
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by ralph jones
Oh! [d] plea-ease - dont let me [g] love you
Just be-[d] cause Im feelin [a7] blue
And [d] plea-ease - dont let me [g] kiss you
cause I [d] know you-[a7] ll be un-[d] true.
Because youre [a7] sweet dear, I want to [d] love you
[e7] plea-ease - stay away from my [a7] heart
And [d] plea-ease - dont let me [g] love you
cause I [d] know you-[a7] ll break my [d] heart.
Oh! plea-ease - dont call me darlin
When I know you dont love me
And plea-ease - dont whisper sweetheart
For I know it just cant be
When Im lonely, I want you only
Where is the dream I once knew
Oh! plea-ease - dont let me love you
cause I know youll be untrue.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Mom or son, who is guilty?
“Mr. John, do you plead guilty,
Or, say for this theft not guilty? ”
The judge asked the young thief,
At the end, this question in brief.
“No, My Lord, I’m not guilty,
I say this upon the Almighty.
To tell the truth, my mom is guilty,
For her care upon me faulty.”
“My dad passed away,
I still remember that day,
When my mom cried,
I was then just a child.”
“In my student days,
I stole in small ways,
Coins from my house.
But my mom ignored this.”
“When I was grown up,
My wants also grew up.
I became a pick pocket,
Around the busy market.”
“My mom didn’t say a word,
Much about me when she heard,
No corrective steps she had taken,
Nor, with a stick I was beaten.”
“For her fault, I bear the brunt.
I’m taken to the court front.
This is a lesson to every mom.
Now it’s my duty to inform.”
The judge found some reason in this,
But failed to admit the plea of his,
As his blame on the mom to shift,
Never did the law book permit.
poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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Our seed of love
If like an apple, ours is meant to be
That a little bite more, a little us less
Then let us as gentle as we can be
Take each bite even as we regress
Till we eat deep into our love's flesh
And nothing more in us to bless
For apple season must come and go
Such path all things must flow
But an apple has many seeds
A little soil and a little moist it needs
Sunshine and a little kiss of life
To give green to its tiny leaf
Pray as we swallow that final part
Ours will grow again in the fertile soil of our heart! !
poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves.
quote by William Pitt
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Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants it is the creed of slaves.
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Flesh Wound
Its four o clock in the mornin and the daylights creepin in
Im lyin awake in bed
Outside my window the rains just pourin down
And theres a pain inside my head
I looked hard into the mirror, took some water in my hands
And threw it on my face
But your memory wont fade away, I can see you everywhere
Around this empty space
This nights too long, Im fadin fast
I tell myself, this pain wont last
Its just a flesh wound
Missin my heart but it still cuts deep
Nothin but a flesh wound
It tore me apart and I still cant sleep
You know you really did it well
Now Im lyin on a bed of nails
But its nothin but a flesh wound
Better pull myself together, gotta hold my head up high
Thats what i;ve got to do
No damage done, but deep inside my heart
Who am I tryin to fool
Its over now, all in the past
I tell myself, this pain wont last
Its just a flesh wound
Missin, my heart, but it still cuts deep
Nothin but a flesh wound
It tore me apart and I still cant sleep
Ive got no choice, I must be strong
Cant lie here thinkin about it all night long
Its nothin but a flesh wound
(repeat chorus....)
song performed by by Foreigner
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(Choices Poem) Circumstances Unending
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
To let the one you love go for the better
Or the happiness of poverty in suffering
Like a mother choosing for a child
you must make the decision out of true love.
Forever the greater good.
The eagle looks upon us all with his eyes.
Only if I could see it that way.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
When you do such a thing their is no going back
Chasing after something you threw away.
All in a attempt to be the better man.
The homeless playing a game of kick the can.
Nobody ever wins.
It is to pass time as it will always do.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
Regret and bitter
Feelings that will never sit well with you
Your determined to overcome, and it not be prolonged
She is gone.
Forever a bad choice.
That you wouldn't want to change.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
The portrait of your face betrays the feeling inside.
The things you try to bury and hide.
At one time you were happy.
At one time you smiling and so full of spirit.
But now you fall into a very empty depression.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
No one will come and pick you up.
If you fall it will be you last one.
Like a soldier you still march as if you were still on call.
Duty and service is all you've ever known.
And now a world sits before you.
And still your all alone.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I Sit Beneath This Tree
I sit beneath this tree,
Bared beneath the moon,
I'm touched by it's coolness,
I'm loved by it's light,
I sit beneath the tree,
The world can see my scars,
The hollow where my heart layed,
And where my soul escaped,
Then in my hand the dagger,
In your hands my heart,
As it quickly slows,
The necklace round my throat,
Slowly drips down my chest,
I sit beneath this tree,
As you hold onto my hand,
My soul it tries to fly,
With wongs broken from guilt,
I sit upon the earth,
As you hold my hands and plea,
Plea for my forgiveness,
Before the darkness takes control,
Plea for my love,
Before I journey to my grave,
I sit beneath this tree,
As you pain my death,
With your guilt and no forgiveness,
I sit beneath this tree,
As my soul it walks away,
Towards loved gates of Hell.
poem by Holly Heron
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Warmth
Pull over
Let me do all the work
Chorus
My hands wrapped around
Stroking up and down
But nothing can compare to
The warmth of my mouth
I love every sound you make
When I'm down
Nothing can prepare you for
The Warmth of my
Verse 1
Mouth against your mouth
Getting you aroused
Whisper in your ear
I think I'll take it further south
Kissing on your neck
Rubbing on your leg
Slide a little further up
I feel you get erect
And now we're flesh against flesh
Breathing on your chest
So anxious to touch it
My mouth is getting wet
Just like the water from the shore
Let your rain pour
Baby brace yourself for
Chorus 2
My hands wrapped around
Stroking up and down (let's see how long you can last inside)
But nothing can compare to the warmth of my mouth
I love every sound you make
When I'm down (Just hear the water splash about)
But nothing can prepare you for
The warmth of my mouth
No place warmer than my mouth....
Bridge
Start off slow
Circles
Then deeper and deep it goes
Kisses so sensual
Tasteful
I love giving you a show
The warmth of my...
Do you like that?
Now it's my turn
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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