The Moment I See Your Face
i can steal some more gazes
beside you
i will not be bored in this trip
sliding across the foamy seas
crossing longer bridges
hopping from one island to another
seeing old ancestral houses
made of hardwood
recalling the ormoc disasters
with thousands dead
floating bloating on the river
i see your face again
i have always seen them all over again
i am alive again
i should have been dead years ago
without you
i hold your hand
you look at me
there are no words
on these wanderings
these travels
of thoughts and cares
inside our hearts
the tourist guide speaks
'this is the house he made for her
the shrine and these walls
to protect her from harm'
we are holding each others arms
as we listen
i do not think of walls
neither will i in the future
build them for you
your face is beside mine
the camera clicks
and another picture is taken
now we shall go to another room
the tour guide speaks again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When Heart Accept Another, No Bridge Required On River Of Life!
How can people build bridges,
When are busy in building houses
and towers,
Temples, churches
And mosques,
When belief breaks relations, But not interested in invisible
bridges between hearts
only some hearts weep,
Hearing cry of other ones! Either are sincere,
Or reached lonely island,
When ship of life wrecked!
Only faith construct bridges,
Beliefs break them and from that
stones, Build walls of forts! When heart has eyes to look into
another heart,
When one accept another,
No bridge required on river of
life!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Walls
Walls of stone and walls of brick,
Some walls thin and some walls thick,
Walls so high and walls so low,
Walls to hide and walls to show.
Walls quite short and walls quite tall,
Some walls, last well, some walls fall,
Walls for comfort, walls of hate,
Walls for security, walls ornate.
Some as a barricade, some to support,
Walls of wood and walls of iron wrought,
Walls as a barrier, walls to enclose,
Some are to sit on, some to lean and doze.
Walls we build ourselves, these aren't good,
Walls for privacy, walls that have stood,
So many years through weather foul or fine,
Walls, that are yours, walls that are mine.
Brick by brick they are built to last,
Whether built now or in the past,
They shelter us from so many things,
And shield us from whatever this life brings.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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The Walls of My Heart
Within the walls of my heart,
I can hold you close...
I can hold you to me...
Where you belong,
Safe in the walls of my heart.
Within the walls of my heart,
I can see your happy smile,
Keeping me warm and alive...
Your smile is forever mine,
Safe in the walls of my heart.
Within the walls of my heart,
I can hear you whisper my name,
While I lie so still in your arms...
Listening to the gentle sounds of your breathing,
Safe in the walls of my heart.
Within the walls of my heart,
I can taste your kiss,
The sweetest wine I ever tasted
Like the most precious memory ever,
Safe in the walls of my heart.
Within the walls of my heart,
You will never leave....
You will stay here beside me forever,
Holding me close forevermore,
Safe in the walls of my heart.
John & Elvis Are Dead
Close friend of mine as a child fell into a slumber
No sign of life since '75
Then one day he just, what do you know
I guess God just called his number
He called me up he called me up and said
I've been awake about a week
I'm thinking about asking the doctor
If he could put me back to sleep
Then he laughed and said
Hey all the girls they look the same
Don't they know just what their mothers
Paid in blood, and tears to change
But the words that made me cry
The thing he softly said
It stayed with me, it keeps messing with my head
He said, If Jesus Christ is alive and well
Then how come John & Elvis are dead?
Youth, beautiful youth
We walked through the walls until we found the truth
And said Change it, it's ugly just change it
Everyone we used to know
Must have given up, so long ago
You can see it, it's written on their faces
And the inside of their clothes
But the words that made me cry
'Cos I knew just what they meant
He turned to me and said
Hey boy, if Jesus Christ is alive and well
Then how come John & Elvis are dead?
Tell me if Jesus Christ is alive and well
Then how come Marvin & Elvis are dead?
I said If Jesus Christ is going to save us from ourselves
How come peace, love and Elvis are dead?
song performed by by George Michael
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXVIII: Paradox Room
When we run from reality
And build a border wall called lie
We will runaway too from the lie we made
To find the satisfying truth we want
Without realize, we have built another walls
Those finally trap us in closed room
When we can’t find ourselves in that room and feel scared
Will we face those walls or choose to disappear?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Between Walls Between Walls
walls around us
always walls around us
morning till noon
till night walls always walls between
us i try to inser some words
of consolation between us
all walls rain walls between us
there is no word for us
for it
we, it, we, us, there is nothing
between us
air, between, us, air, air, air,
between us, still walls, walls,
speak, speak
why, why are these walls still walls
between us
i guess, you are dead, then
cogito, eureka,
will i be a happy man then?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hers That Is Mine
You are a mystery, an impression on depression
You help me fight against any type of regression
So you are my saviour, one I owe a great favour
You help easy this misery and life's bland flavour
You are a promise of future with burning sunshine
You are a warning that everything might not be fine
Yet in your arms I can lay and I know no hell will pay
Because you are my safe house and I know I'll be okay
I listen with great intent as the rain caresses the glass
Playing with my thoughts as it drowns the trodden grass
These four walls shield my heart and I know that I am here
Even if I don't know where here is, I'm home because you're near
So I'll keep searching for a little more excitement out there
And pretend that I don't want to know, I don't care
Because even though you protect me throughout the day
You go back to that house so you and she can play
So I apologise beforehand because you do seem content
Holding her in your arms like she belongs, it's time to repent
Did you forget that you are mine, what a preposterous mistake!
But don't worry we will be together after I dispose of the fake
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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The Camiguin Escapade....
on those nights in that island i was confronted with
configurations,
curves, strong lines, bold strokes,
opulence, complacency
dark corners, dead ends, walls, twisted paths,
roasted scents, too general for you to really specifically picture,
heat, hot springs, cool nights, bird calls, dewy leaves,
roots of tall ancient trees,
i disregarded memories, i am into creativity, into something new,
what i never had before, falls, ripples, floating drifting wood,
rivers,
i never make a call, and i never receive calls from you,
my mornings are stares, gazes into far seas,
there were some storms that no one ever notice
such is the story behind my escapade.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Out Of Mind Travels
If one chooses to venture into the woods,
Without a guide and alone.
Because of pride one hides,
Without admitting a fear felt inside,
Condoned on one's own.
That choice to be made,
Is theirs alone.
And yet,
With a foolishness decides to continue...
By pushing concerned voices aside!
The experience of this,
Will either make one quickly grow.
Or quicken the end...
Of a stubborn mind that goes...bye bye.
Never to be comprehended or understood!
With a communication seen done publicly...
But,
With self throughout one's neighborhood.
Some people observed seem to enjoy,
These out of mind travels by themselves.
And stuck,
In a rut with the walls built up!
In a twilight zone to stay.
And stuck,
In a rut with the walls built up!
In a twilight zone to stay.
And stuck,
In a rut with the walls built up!
In a twilight zone to stay.
In a twilight zone to stay.
In a rut with the walls built up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Caring For a Dead Fish
When the cupboard is bare
And the cat’s had the cream,
Who cares about a dead fish?
When the house is on fire
And the birds have all flown,
Who cares about a dead fish?
When your loved ones have gone
And you’re left all alone,
Who cares about a dead fish?
When the seas have dried up
And the land is all desert,
Who cares about a dead fish?
When the Sun has gone Nova
And we’re all blown to bits,
Who cares about a dead fish?
When it’s all empty space
And there’s nothing at all,
Even a dead fish would be worth caring about.
poem by Pete Crowther
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In My Arms
The deal is on the rise again.
The ship comes into shore.
Theyve been away to somewhere,
But life goes on no less.
Through the foreign oceans,
Underneath the seas.
And walls come tumbling down;
Well be forever calm.
And youll be here in my arms,
Ill keep you away from harm.
I thought about you twice just then;
You get me everytime.
Keeps coming out of nowhere;
It cannot be defined.
Your colors are magnificent:
From magenta to bright blue.
And walls come tumbling down;
Well be forever calm.
And youll be here in my arms,
Ill keep you away from harm.
And walls come tumbling down;
Well be forever calm.
And youll be here in my arms,
Ill keep you away from harm.
song performed by by Erasure
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The Wicked
I only have so long to make a safe place for you
I can twist my fingers in and build another one
Look through this face and find it
Let the hands of the Man guide it
When I put you through this...
When I put you through this you'll need me
Oh, suffer to be mine
I wanna be cruel to be kind
I'll get inside your head
Live so hard you'll wish you were dead, yeah
A touch of the WICKED
I can't help living for you, I wish I could climb inside you
Slip you on like a second skin and be another one
You'll live forever with me
You can have another soul and rape me
When I step into this...
When I step into this you'll be me
Oh, suffer to be mine
I wanna be cruel to be kind
I'll get inside your head
Live so hard you'll wish you were dead, yeah
A touch of the WICKED
You feel so tight around me- I don't wanna be the man I must be
I raise my arms and grip my head- cuz I'm seein' RED
I'll take good care of you, love
I could never ever love you enough
When I get to use this...
When I get to use this, it's OVER!!
Oh, suffer to be mine
I wanna be cruel to be kind
I'll get inside your head
Live so hard you'll wish you were dead, yeah
A touch of the WICKED
Wicked!!!
song performed by by Stone Sour
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We Once Had All These
bridges that fell down to the river
roads that end
dead,
ships that sink and touch
the bottom of
the ocean
abandoned houses
forests and murky waters of the lake
misty mornings
foggy nights
floating states and nowhere thoughts
fists clenched
sewn lips, bored teeth,
bound legs, and tangled hair
bruises and wounds
scars and fluffy eyes
deaths in November
a December that failed to connect.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Crossing Over
I see the lights,
I see the road
I see everything in the
highway code
I've been whipped
and I've been spun cown
there ain't no religion here
And I'm homeward bound
Wherever you go,
wherever you are
I am crossing over
to the other side
And now I am waiting for an answer,
some kind of sign
Looking for a love
to be my guide
I am crossing over
to the other side
Friendships come
and lifetimes go
In their passing to the
bigger show
The river runs,
the tides will turn
If there's a hell,
well I've yet to learn
Wherever you go,
wherever you are
I am crossing over
to the other side
And now I am waiting for an answer,
some kind of sign
Looking for a love
to be my guide
I am crossing over
to the other side
To dream the dream that's over
before it's gone
To hold your lover here
while your heart beats so strong
Baby when I love you
when everything is gone
When I'm kissing heaven
this love is never wrong
Solo
I hear the singing,
I hear the shout
The talk of meaning
for those in doubt
But amid all the wailing and
the wringing hands
Everybody thinks
does anyone understand?
Wherever you go,
wherever you are
I am crossing over
to the other side
And now I am waiting for an answer,
some kind of sign
Looking for a love
to be my guide
I am crossing over
to the other side
I am crossing over
to the other side
And now I am waiting for an answer,
some kind of sign
Looking for a love
to be my guide
Cos I am crossing over
to the other side
song performed by by Ufo
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Face & Ghost
You got it bad
You got it good
You saw the sun
Like i knew that you would
We gotta make this better
Gotta make this right
Ain't no peace in the valley baby
'til the darkness turns to light
Can you hear that children's song?
Can you take me to that place?
High above the lamentation up on the desert plane
Do you hear that children's song?
Can you take me there?
Lost in the maya
Overboard in the sea
There was void and then that water broke
Then something called "me"
Now a trip to the desert to look at the sky
It's like never-ending mirrors
Playin' tricks on my eyes
Can you hear that children's song?
Can you take me to that place?
High above the lamentation up on the desert plane
Do you hear the children's song?
Can you take me there?
The face and ghost my guide
I must move on
It's the face of one ravaged by love
It's both dead and alive
You got it bad lover
No you got it good
You saw the sun
Like i knew that you would
In spite of my confusion
Up above all my pain
I gotta death-grip on this vision
Here we go again
The face and ghost my guide
I must move on
It's the face of one ravaged by love
It's both dead and alive
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
Can you hear them singin'?
Can you hear them singin'?
Can you hear that children's song?
Can you take me to that place?
Do you hear that pilgrim's song?
Can you take me there?
song performed by by Live
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Face And Ghost
you got it bad
you got it good
you saw the sun
like you knew that you would
we gotta make this better
gotta make this right
ain't no peace in the valley baby
'til the darkness turns to light
can you hear that children's song?
can you take me to that place?
high above the lamentation up on the
desert plane
do you hear that children's song?
can you take me there?
lost in the maya
overboard in the sea
there was void and then that water broke
then something called "me"
now a trip to the desert to look at the sky
it's like never-ending mirrors
playing tricks on my eyes
can you hear that children's song?
can you take me to that place?
high above the lamentation up on the
desert plane
do you hear that children's song?
can you take me there?
the face and ghost my guide
i must move on
it's the face of one ravaged by love
it's both dead and alive
you got it bad lover
no you got it good
you saw the sun
like you knew that you would
in spite of my confusion
up above all my pain
I gotta death-grip on this vision
here we go again
the face and ghost my guide
i must move on
it's the face of one ravaged by love
it's both dead and alive
sha la la la la la la
sha la la la la la la
sha la la la la la la
can you hear them singin'?
can you hear them singin'?
can you hear that children's song?
can you take me to that place?
do you hear that pilgrim's song?
can you take me there
song performed by by Live
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Face Ghost
You got it bad
You got it good
You saw the sun
Like I knew that you would
We gotta make this better
Gotta make this right
Aint no peace in the valley baby
til the darkness turns to light
Can you hear that childrens song?
Can you take me to that place?
High above the lamentation up on the desert plane
Do you hear that childrens song?
Can you take me there?
Lost in the maya
Overboard in the sea
There was void and then that water broke
Then something called me
Now a trip to the desert to look at the sky
Its like never-ending mirrors
Playin tricks on my eyes
Can you hear that childrens song?
Can you take me to that place?
High above the lamentation up on the desert plane
Do you hear the childrens song?
Can you take me there?
The face and ghost my guide
I must move on
Its the face of one ravaged by love
Its both dead and alive
You got it bad lover
No you got it good
You saw the sun
Like I knew that you would
In spite of my confusion
Up above all my pain
I gotta death-grip on this vision
Here we go again
The face and ghost my guide
I must move on
Its the face of one ravaged by love
Its both dead and alive
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
Can you hear them singin?
Can you hear them singin?
Can you hear that childrens song?
Can you take me to that place?
Do you hear that pilgrims song?
Can you take me there?
song performed by by Live
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Mother (Two)
On my love,
I do not like to talk too much
As a lot of words
Will only create a commotion
So I prefer to keep a silence
On my nuance
Rest of all I leave,
For your better comprehension
In your child hood
When you do not eat
And in your adult hood
When you do not give me food
Silently I always cry
But still on my brave face
I keep a broad smile..
I do not call you to come in
When I burn myself under the sun,
But when I see you to face cold out-side
I must welcome you to this cave
Even I have to burn my ribs to give you warmth inside.
I do not allow you to hold my hand
When we cross a river or pass a narrow bridge
In danger I know you can leave
But I always hold your hand, tight,
And throw you up to the other side
Though I never think whether I will be dead or alive.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Houses chapter IX
A mason came forth and said, "Speak to us of Houses."
And he answered and said:
Build of your imaginings a bower in the wilderness ere you build a house within the city walls.
For even as you have home-comings in your twilight, so has the wanderer in you, the ever distant and alone.
Your house is your larger body.
It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless.
Does not your house dream? And dreaming, leave the city for grove or hilltop?
Would that I could gather your houses into my hand, and like a sower scatter them in forest and meadow.
Would the valleys were your streets, and the green paths your alleys, that you might seek one another through vineyards, and come with the fragrance of the earth in your garments.
But these things are not yet to be.
In their fear your forefathers gathered you too near together. And that fear shall endure a little longer. A little longer shall your city walls separate your hearths from your fields.
And tell me, people of Orphalese, what have you in these houses? And what is it you guard with fastened doors?
Have you peace, the quiet urge that reveals your power?
Have you remembrances, the glimmering arches that span the summits of the mind?
Have you beauty, that leads the heart from things fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain?
Tell me, have you these in your houses?
Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and becomes a host, and then a master?
Ay, and it becomes a tamer, and with hook and scourge makes puppets of your larger desires.
Though its hands are silken, its heart is of iron.
It lulls you to sleep only to stand by your bed and jeer at the dignity of the flesh.
It makes mock of your sound senses, and lays them in thistledown like fragile vessels.
Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.
But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed.
Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast.
It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.
You shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors, nor bend your heads that they strike not against a ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down.
You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living.
And though of magnificence and splendour, your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing.
For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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These Walls
If these walls could talk,
I wonder what what would they say
Would they thank me for being painted
Or will they ask me, to wash the paint away.
Would they tell me of the pictures
That once hung upon them their
Pictures that once adorn those walls
Or I wonder would they even care.
Would they speak upon the stories
That was heard within these walls
That no one else even knows about,
That is if the stories these walls could recall.
Was there children laughter all about
Or any secrets heard and being told
I wonder what have they listened to
And I wonder if anyone will ever know.
These walls inside this house
That for years have stood alone
With the stories that was told and heard
While this house had became a home.
The Sadness that they might had seen
And the worries and sorrow that they felt
Maybe they don't want to remember it at all
And maybe they too keep it bottled upon their self.
Were they painted to cover up secrets
Was they battered as to protect someone's lies
Or were they wallpapered to cover up the truth
And did they hear the whispers and the cries.
These walls they are still standing
Through the years of the days and nights
While listening and knowing all done and said
In the darkness and also in the light.
I look at these walls just one last time
As I head home from my walk,
How I wish I knew what they heard and know,
But that is, if these walls could only talk.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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