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The Mazes Of My Life, Of Our Lives

we are mazes,
and some people who take us as
important, follow us in that maze, every turn, every
quizzical path, scheming mind, and at those corners where
there are celebrations, they scrutinize, the reasons,
and in the loopholes of our disappointments, they begin to smile,
embrace the comfort that they are not alone in all these
miseries, that we are all one race, one experience
of leaps and bounds, of manholes and mounds, of hills and trenches,

sometimes, i look at this maze, and i say with all confidence,
i have mastered these secret passages, i have no fear,
i always arrive at what i desire

i don't jump for pains, neither joys,
this is just a path that i have to walk on
and go through, and finish, and when i arrive there,
another maze opens itself, like some kind of doors
which lock and close themselves the moment i enter

for what life is exactly? it is personal, it is i who must
wade through its water flow to its river fall from its cliffs,
rise to its skies, explode to its jubilation,
rain to its drought, fill in the cracks, conceal its cancers,
survive its hurdles, drink its poisons, and
then die with all my colors

flowers on my sides, sunset at my back, their tears on my palms
their whispers passing through my ears
end to end like a wind gushing through
my windows......

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Maze of Life

Onward through the maze of life
Each day forward we trek
Choosing which turn to take
Choices made, through the maze of life

Onward through the maze of life
Enduring our life in pleasures we seek
Engulfed in our own, private world
Slicing a way through the maze of life

Onward through the maze of life
Choices made, yet with little thought
The impact on others, without inclination
No compassion, through the maze of life

Onward through the maze of life
Grasping for all we can gather
Clawing to enhance our fortunes
Monetary wealth, through the maze of life

Onward through the maze of life
Each soul, a world of one
Each world, a kingdom of its own
Wasted soul, through the maze of life

Onward through the maze of life
No thoughts for the future,
Enjoying life, only for today,
, Future ignored, through the maze of life

Onward through the maze of life
Picking the apples, devouring the fruit
Filling our bellies today
Living for today, through the maze of life

Onward through the maze of death
A choice not chosen, a choice not ours
To late for changes, no more choices
Souls in default, through the maze of death!

poem by B.J. Ayers
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The Mouse In The Maze

You did not
need to telephone today
to tell me
that you would not see me.
Today.
I already knew.

You left your job
I knew
you would not see me
very often.
If at all.
From this point on.

You live in the country
you can go nowhere.
Without justifying your time
people knowing.
Letting people know
paying for petrol.

You pay for petrol
money you no longer earn.
Where do you go?
Account for the petrol!
You do not realize yet
that you live in a maze.

You live in a maze
you are a mouse.
Merv runs the maze
you may run the house.
Or your own treadmill
you may run both.

You may run both
but both lead to nowhere.
You are the trained tame pet
caged laboratory mouse.
You may only run the house
and your children's home.

You are a mouse.
Merv the perve runs the maze.

The really sad thing is
he does not even bait you.
With a whole piece of cheese.
You run his prison maze
craving crumbs of affection.
He sometimes lets you keep.

You are only his mouse
running his relocated maze.
You are not as important
as his computer mouse.

Yet isn’t it funny
that I should fall for...
fall in love with
such a funny
mouse in a maze?

Apparently you are destined
to live a maze life,
running your treadmill
in submission,
to all important wishes
satisfying, the maze master?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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A'Maze'ing

Your pain is His pleasure
For the storm has a clearing
And He will begin
Once your end is nearing

He does His work best
When there’s nothing to lose
And your will is all gone
So it’s His will you’ll use

When it’s time to let go
Then you have to hang on
To your faith in the Lord
And not the things that are gone

Even peace has a price
But it has already been paid
When the son of man came
The groundwork was laid

Keep your eyes on His suffering
Then your heart will know His love
Not the kind you seek here
But the kind from above

He gave his life here for all of us
Even those you despise
So let go of your grudges
If you want to rise

It’s like life is a maze
And the walls are too high
But God knows the quick exit
He sees the maze from the sky

He just wants to guide you
When you hit the maze wall
Because the healing is greater
The harder you fall

So when your storm is raging
Know that God’s got your hand
For one day it will clear
And you’ll see His big plan

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Never Be The Same

Dont stand around
Like friends at a funeral
Eyes to the ground
It couldve been you
Why do you weep
For the passing of ages
You slip with the back of your hand
Youre taking it out on the one you love
I couldnt believe it
But we might still survive
And rise up through the maze
If you could change your life
And never be the same
How long must I wait
For you to release me
I pay for each mistake
While you suffer in silence
I could still have an easy life
But the lie aint worth the living
Once more will I hear you say
We might still survive
And rise up through the maze
If you could change your life
And never be the same
Dont stand around
Like friends at a funeral
Eyes to the ground
Dont suffer in silence
cause we might still survive
And rise up through the maze
If you could change your life
And never be the same
Everytime I hear you
Never be the same
And everytime I mess up
Never be the same

song performed by by Crowded House
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Maze

The overhead view is of me in a maze
And you see what Im hunting a few steps away
And I take a wrong turn and Im on the wrong path
And the people all watching enjoy a good laugh
Embarrassed with failure, I try to reverse
The course that my tread had already traversed
So doing the trauma engulfing my dream
Invaded through what was an unguarded seam
The torrent of helplessness swept me away
To the cavern of shame and the hall of dismay
Inside me a voice was repeating this phrase:
Youve lost it, youll never get out of this maze
Youll never get out of this maze x7

song performed by by Phish
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Slave To The Wage

Run away from all your boredom
Run away from all your whoredom and wave
Your worries and cares
Goodbye
All it takes is one decision
A lot of guts, a little vision to wave
Your worries and cares
Goodbye
Its a maze for rats to try
Its a maze for rats to try
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Sick and tired of maggies farm
Shes a bitch with broken arms to wave
Your worries and cares
Goodbye
Its a maze for rats to try
Its a maze for rats to try
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Burn away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away

song performed by by Placebo
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When I was in New York it was like a maze, a rat maze, going from one little box to another little box and passing through passageways to get from one safe haven to another.

quote by Bruce Conner
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In Wanting To Be Another

as we arrive at the house
of insufficiency
and begin to ponder upon
the deficiency
of our vocabulary for life
its syntax
trend and nuances
we sometimes wish we were
another person
or perhaps another famous creature
with a certain expertise
for doing something that other people
cannot do
or having a talent
that pleases most
the crowd

we sit on a bench
lay our head
wear our sunglasses and
try to look directly at the sun
to make a plea
for our wishes
for our weird dreams to come true

nothing happens
it is the same path that we walk upon
the same stones spread
the same boring yellow flowers at the sides

like water seeking its own level
we begin to adjust
want from need
ambition form wish
power from life
mere from far.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Riverwalk

High above the mile high Colorado Rocky mountains,
Anywhere I see, I see the tall cliffs with silver lined snow caps,
The Alpine fir, blue spruce and oak trees abound,
The winter snow is gone, the summer greenery has come to stay.

In and around the trails,
I hear the music of river creek flowing down the hills,
The sparkling clean glacier water sings its own divine tune,
The gentle wind blows over and serenades her with whispering chime.

There are many obstacles in the river's path,
The fallen limbs, boulders and numerous rocks,
The river embraces these hurdles with tender touch,
It embraces, under flows, overflows, still playing its melodious tune.

I walk miles along the river walk,
I try to listen to the joy in the music of the current flowing fast and slow,
Whatever the intricacies and hurdles we face,
We must flow like the river, singing, dancing and living with joy.

poem by Jay P Narain
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Editing Same Path

I HAVE walked upon this path
alone
and that was years ago
when i still cry
water the pebbles with tears
they do not grow
flowers
there are no trees there

One day
I come down from the clouds
since i am heavy with
rain in my
heart and decide to
walk back the path
of stones

I have seeds of clouds in my pocket
rainbow shoots in my hands

The path have since then
bloomed with dew
and vapors rise to the skies
in prayers

Trees grow and
bees pollinate
a new world is born
since then
and children come and play
their games
again

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Too Close To The Sun

(parsons, bairnson, elliott)
There must be a thousand ways
Holding us within this maze
Every path we take leads us astray
Comfort me my only son
Till the day my work is done
Theres no earthly reason we should stay
And when the wind gets under these wings
You will feel what freedom brings
Stay right by me, walk dont run
I dont want you flying too close to the sun
Turn your eyes towards the light
Steal away in silent flight
The skies are calling out to you and me
Over sea and over land
God protect us with your hand
Bring us safely to our destiny
And now the wind is under our wings
We can taste what freedom brings
Stay right by me, walk dont run
I dont want you flying too close to the sun
God forgive his fall from grace
The sea conceals his resting place
Can we learn to stay behind the line
If we have the means to fly
Some of us will surely die
Being reckless was his only crime
And now the wind is under our wings
We can taste what freedom brings
Stay right by me, walk dont run
I dont want you flying too close to the sun
Vocal niel lockwood
Guitars ian bairnson
Drums stuart elliott
Bass john giblin
Keyboards gary sanctuary, richard cottle and alan parsons
Saxophone richard cottle

song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Anywhere

I WALK THE MAZE OF MOMENTS
BUT EVERYWHERE I TURN TO
BEGINS A NEW BEGINNING
BUT NEVER FINDS A FINISH
I WALK TO THE HORIZON
AND THERE I FIND ANOTHER
IT ALL SEEMS SO SURPRISING
AND THEN I FIND THAT I KNOW
YOU GO THERE YOURE GONE FOREVER
I GO THERE ILL LOSE MY WAY
IF WE STAY HERE WERE NOT TOGETHER
ANYWHERE IS
THE MOON UPON THE OCEAN
IS SWEPT AROUND IN MOTION
BUT WITHOUT EVER KNOWING
THE REASON FOR ITS FLOWING
IN MOTION ON THE OCEAN
THE MOON STILL KEEPS ON MOVING
THE WAVES STILL KEEP ON WAVING
AND I STILL KEEP ON GOING
YOU GO THERE YOURE GONE FOREVER...
I WONDER IF THE STARS SIGN
THE LIFE THAT IS TO BE MINE
AND WOULD THEY LET THEIR LIGHT SHINE
ENOUGH FOR ME TO FOLLOW
I LOOK UP TO THE HEAVENS
BUT NIGHT HAS CLOUDED OVER
NO SPARK OF CONSTELLATION
NO VELA NO ORION
THE SHELLS UPON THE WARM SANDS
HAVE TAKEN FROM THEIR OWN LANDS
THE ECHO OF THEIR STORY
BUT ALL I HEAR ARE LOW SOUNDS
AS PILLOW WORDS ARE WEAVING
AND WILLOW WAVES ARE LEAVING
BUT SHOULD I BE BELIEVING
THAT I AM ONLY DREAMING
YOU GO THERE YOURE GONE FOREVER...
TO LEAVE THE THREAD OF ALL TIME
AND LET IT MAKE A DARK LINE
IN HOPES THAT I CAN STILL FIND
THW WAY BACK TO THE MOMENT
I TOOK THE TURN AND TURN TO
BEGIN A NEW BEGINNING
STILL LOOKING FOR THE ANSWER
I CANNOT FIND THE FINISH
ITS EITHER THIS OR THAT WAY
ITS ONE WAY OR THE OTHER
IT SHOULD BE ONE DIRECTION
IT COULD BE ON REFLECTION
THE TURN I HAVE JUST TAKEN
THE TURN THAT I WAS MAKING
I MIGHT BE JUST BEGINNING
I MIGHT BE NEAR THE END

song performed by by Enya
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Waterfall

They wanna see where they don't see
Put my hand in the guillotine
Throw my hand on the grill again
Screaming out as the water stings
Take a punch in another face
Keepin' up in a city race
Feel the weight of another day
In the maze at the seaway
Home, just take me home
Cause when I see the waterfall
Just like a dream when flowers fall
I see the colours as they run
I see the rainman kiss the sun
Sugarfree is a slip away
Breaking out of the monkey cage
Hear the sirens as they sing
Be the kids of another sin
Something new in a different place
Some one cool may be in his face
Get a life far away from this
Heal the womb with a woman's kiss
Home, just take me home
Cause when I see the waterfall
Just like a dream when flowers fall
I see the colours as they run
I see the rainman kiss the sun
Running free like the blood in me
In my veins should I count to three
Feel the weight of another day
In the maze at the seaway
Home, just take me home
Cause when I see the waterfall
Just like a dream when flowers fall
I see the colours as they run
I see the rainman kiss the sun...

song performed by by Feeder
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Amazing Maze! -Sonnet

What looks like eazy, at instant gaze
Will surely take you by surprise
Certainly it is the amazing maze
Time to be in the running is on the rise

Every direction seems alike
Leading to a block, a dead end
Finding your way back when ideas strike
Back on route without much bend

All is fun, when you are out and free
From the fear of being lost and trapped
And the ways of the world seem open and spree
As the Maze's ways being confusing and blocked

You realise the value of responsibility and freedom
Strength gains from patience, sensibility and wisdom!

poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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5: 10 P.m. Along A Narrow Path

late afternoon at 5: 10 i look at my watch.
darkness is coming like a grey blanket to the mountain.
i walk on this narrow path.
Grassy.
It means no one passes here as often.
Secluded path.
Less entered.
Or maybe forgotten.
Or maybe avoided.
Dangerous perhaps.
I walk on it for a time now.
No sound of birds.
Just darkness trying to steal every light of day.

And then i meet you.
My eyes are poor to sight now.
I see a shadow meeting me,
and when we are too near
i see your smile. It is met with my smile too,
like lovers.
I like them.
these smiles to be lovers anyhow.
I am thirsty.
I am hungry, for love.
Or even lust.
I am very hungry.Indeed i am very thirsty.

Then you pass by my shoulder on this narrow path.
You smell like a big basket of flowers,
the champaca that i grow
right in my own backyard that i always smell at night
in my place.Alone.

The cold air carries your perfume inside my nostrils.
It rebounds within the corners of my mind.
It seeps in my soul.It is absorbed like urine to a pamper.
It stays in my heart.
I am reborn.
My heart is restless again.
IT is you that i meet.
It is your perfume pervading on that narrow path
deep down into the bonemarrow of my soul.

I like the dark clouds to rain.Hard, unstopping.
I like to run.
Anywhere.
I like to bathe
under the rain. I like to get wet all over.
I like to play a game under
the rain. I like to be a child again. Hardheaded. Sick.
The ground where i stand is dry. My chest is empty and my
body is fuming with hot lava like a volcano.
I like to erupt.

I like to undress and be naked.
I like to throw my hat to the trees.
Myjacket to the wind.
My shoes to the forest.
My socks to the creeks.
My watch to the farthest skies.

I like to throw away this book of poetry that i keep inside my armpit.
I like to burn it even. I like its pages to be blown like leaves
anywhere. Anywhere. I like them lost forever.

I like to jump into the river. I like to drown. I like to be lost
at the bottom.I like to close my eyes. I like to be carried away.

i do not like to go back to the narrow path.
I do not like to meet you
again and pass me by.
It is always like that.
Meeting. Opposite ways.
Leaving. Departure. Regrets. Silence.
Perfumes that do not leave me.

Where does love live? what is her name?
I do not know you, Love.
Why is it always like that?
Opposite ways. Repulsion. I never felt
what true love is. Obstructed. I don't know.
I was never embraced with the warmth of
its armpits.
I am the air gushing, going and going, arriving at nothing.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Conscious Intent Of The Mind

We all create with our mind
and so it is we find
so much diversity that challenges our days.
We create the freedom and the uneasiness
of movement in our own maze.
Some come in with humble beginnings
and never create any beauty.
Some come in with silver spoons
and believe it is not their duty
to contribute the seeds of kindness
and therefore their creations
become lost in a maze of blindness.

Some come in with a world of pain
and see right through it, don't let it remain.
For they've found the secret for happiness.
They revel in the sun and in the rain.
The secret is to never think of the future
and focus on the now.
And then the pain can be dealt with
as we uncreate it somehow.

So as humans we must learn to create
the thing that makes us content.
We must work at it every day
and make it our conscious intent.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Water Vortex

It's hot on the river walk
Where to River? Play in new clothes
And rivers, remote back over at a friend inside.

Words to break the outer covering tears
What is the path to climb stricken with hardship Play
The sweet cruelty
Stone water fall flowing all evening
Away drag it out of the river
Danaya the birds glow, deep sigh Anonymous
And tears of your feet and flowers in water
Stand up to water, the loneliness at school.

You know, water's water, water vortex breakdown silence
None of the ship's mast Tear
The Black Keys pray for rain at night?

I was crying, asking plunged music.

poem by Shafi Sumodro
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If life’s a river

If life’s a river
Flowing on a course
Long proven to be the best way
To reach the sea, then flow on

If the rocks and boulders
Are the cross
Each one of us is given to bear
Let our river flow around rocks

Over time, the sharp edged rocks will
Be rounded by the rivers flow
Ever there, but not so jagged
As they were before

The ever changing banks have seen
A trickle grow into a youthful stream
And swelling into a mighty river
That sometimes mingles with another

Every river looks for a path
That’s less rocky, a shorter way to the sea
Ever quietly flowing
Ceaselessly searching

Until one day, when it is time
A new path opens
The river changes path
And yet, every river pours into the sea.

poem by Anita Atina
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Escape

As I lose myself inside of a world of my own-
Perhaps a shadow would pass me by,
Or maybe a fawn would wade in the creek
Along side of the path I walk-
I fear other people, this world’s intruders.
I would break away from reality if only
There was a point of no return and escape towards
A place where I can look down
Upon this path I have walked before-
Far away from all of the people who slight, follow and wish me harm-
Evergreens and maple trees-
Wild rabbits, squirrels and wild geese roam about-
These are the ones I call my true friends-
I would dance in the sky if I could-
Lost inside of a world behind the clouds, as
The sun behind me is casting shadows
Upon the path that I am now walking
Shadows that shall transform to dreams-
Dreams of an eternal life inside this world of my own-
Listen- can you hear the calling of the wild?
Listen- can you hear the gentle breeze rustling the leaves within
The litheness of nature surrounding me?
Listen- can you hear the sound of my heart beating amorously as
My own shadow disappears behind myriads of towering oak trees?
Rain could begin to fall and
A storm could approach and now I can say in all honesty it would not matter-
My mind has finally locked the door to reality and I have tossed the key
To the rapids rushing up the creek beside me-I have finally escaped.
If thousands of people were to approach and cross the path upon which I make my way-
I have lost touch with all that is real and in flight of the imagination
There is no turning back- even if it is only with in a dream;
Nobody needs war, cacophony and disaster,
If one can be in union with nature and fantasy that can be found in
One’s own back yard and a gust of wind can carry away that key to the door of
Pain and misfortune. Follow the shadows cast by the sun, and
Never look back, as this world inside of your dreams could last for an eternity…

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Morning Ritual

morning offerings
a rested mind opens itself to
a leaf of a tree
another heart feels the
dance of the
still wind with the vines
the slow steps towards
the path
leading to the valley
are chants
when you arrive there
you become a temple of peace
overlooking the hill
meeting with the embrace
of a distant horizon
the sun sees this
and so it glows

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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