The Process Of This Manner...
groping for the metaphors
to illustrate the dark, light, and
twilight,
going back to the days of
childhood trying to see if
adulthood is well deserved,
the process is tedious, and
so much time is wasted, and
all for these, in these trying times,
the essence of what to really say
is lost.
to save this species of speech
from extinction, i gather all
dusts, equate that patience,
raised so many spiders between
the frames of my windows,
as light is let through, as though
there is a saint kneeling on
the floor, i must, give this language
what mystery it deserves, learn
the art of wanting to speak but
not speaking at all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Times Like These (One-Way Motorway)
I am a one way motorway
I'm the one that drives away
then follows you back home
I am a street light shining
I'm a wild light blinding bright
burning off alone
it's times like these you learn to live again
it's times like these you give and give again
it's times like these you learn to love again
it's times like these time and time again
I am a new day rising
I'm a brand new sky
to hang the stars upon tonight
I am a little divided
do I stay or run away
and leave it all behind?
it's times like these you learn to live again
it's times like these you give and give again
it's times like these you learn to love again
it's times like these time and time again
song performed by by Foo Fighters from One By One
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Groping.....
the language is barbaric,
do not equate it violence but with something that
we cannot understand
because no matter what we do
open our minds like windows
scrub the floor to start with a clean slate
even take the roof
at its senseless option
the vessel still cannot hold on
to what is given
perhaps the vessel is just too small
or the message is
egyptian
like thai characters or
arabic
we give up
perhaps there is nothing to be understood at all
but something only to be felt
like warm or cold,
or hot potato or melting ice cream in our tongues
yes, do not figure out
because there is nothing to be
figured
it is a jargon, a drool,
a language of feelings,
so miserable and
enigmatic simply because
the hands of thoughts are groping in the darkness
and there is nothing there
except the coldness
and the silence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When Day met Night
When Day met the Night,
there was a story to tell.
About heavenly Light,
falling in love with Dark Hell.
The Light was nice,
and curtsied when due.
the Dark had no manners,
not a noted a' due.
So when Light found Dark,
she hugged him deep.
Instead he slithered away,
making Light weep.
Dark looked back before he ran,
Seeing Light kneeling and broken down.
Dark ran over and pulled her lips up,
'Upside down goes that frown! '
He snickered and fled,
back down to Hell.
Light blushed and smiled,
leaving as well.
So when Light met Dark,
on that faithful day.
Dark gained a moon,
to lead Light's way.
poem by Samantha Bush
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Wanting Out
I turned around
and there you were
standing in front of me
i can't ignore
the fact that you were back for more
It's kind of funny when you think about it
It's kind of hard to agree to disagree
now we're back to the start
no buts, no buts
but you want me back
so take me away
'cause I don't wanna be found
I should learn to speak up
When enough is enough
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out
I saw you smiling in that photograph
and I remember how we used to laugh
but that was then
forgive and forget
that was easiest
so take me away
'cause I don't wanna be found
I should learn to speak up
When enough is enough
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out------
ohhh
dadadadada dadada ohhh
And I don't know if I can get through this
and I never knew that before
you make up your mind
and suddenly find you're wanting more
so take me away
'cause I don't wanna be found
I should learn to speak up
When enough is enough
ohh
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out
so take me away
'cause I don't wanna be found
I should learn to speak up
When enough is enough
ohh
and I'm wanting out
ohh
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out
song performed by by Michelle Branch
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Just A Bit Of Light Is Enough
A bit of light will be enough
To reach again for my lost delights
With a bit of light may I can revive to get back my broken wings
With bit of light I will try
May I can fly
With bit of light may I can once again touch far skies
A bit of light may gives me the courage to scream
May I can freely cry even smile or fall
In love
Just a bit of light will be enough
To gather one more time again to put together my broken spirit
May my soul from the dark escapes free and finds the light.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Total Trust.....Lost
This is the story of the total trust
You gave me and I lost
I was a bad thing
I never used to think
More than once I dropped
And you helped me on my feet up
And then again I didn't care
And walked in that very same dark track
You pushed me to show me the light
And that there is a better track
Straight, bright and no one can dropp in it
In front of you I walked in it
But still the dark was what I wished
You saw me walk to the light
You gave me your total trust
You never thought I'll go back to the dark
After I knew that there was light
But too bad I did
You somehow saw me in it
And all the trust you gave me I lost
Because you saw me dropp again
But it was a bigger drop
You told me help yourself out
This time I really regret
But you said to late
You've dropped
And only you can help yourself out
Because if I help you
You'll return back to it
That very dark scary track
And here I'm begging you
To help me out of it
And you'll see me in that light
Never wanting that dark life
Please help me out
And give me Ur forgiveness
After I take Allah's.
poem by Rudy Hossam
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Taking Time
i tried to ask myself what are days for
they always equate it with walking and the nights
always with sleep. Some have taken the courage
to redefine the colors.
black need not be dark, and white need
not be waking,
sleep would be pink at times
and twilight blue.
i do most of the thinking at night
when everyone hides in the darkness of their sleep.
there are colors and sounds and scents.
and i begin to love the variations,
the aberrations have become adventures
and no one in the house knows
no one understands what is happening to my
eyelids, my mouth does not speak
and my eyes,
having seen much, have desired days
to be the place for the dead,
the white mausoleums, the scents of the flowers
for the weary.
i sleep and dream at noontime and
nobody is there anymore to
mind. I am alone and i have began to love
this moment.
my day is dark. my night is light.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Are My Light Through The Dark!
You are my light through the dark of night,
That guides me to the light of day.
When my light fades from day,
You help me in the dark.
For awhile now my heart’s been in the dark,
But you came along and brought in the light.
It’s been shattered and lost,
Until you found the pieces and put them back together again.
Sometimes the dark is scary,
Other times it’s calming.
Sometimes the light is nice,
Other times it hurts.
When the dark is scary and comes creeping in,
You’re always there in more ways then one,
Keeping me calm.
When the dark is calming and I’m asleep,
I picture you there with me,
Holding me close.
When the light is nice,
You make me laugh,
Happy with joy.
When the light hurts me so,
You also feel the pain I feel,
But still help me to relax.
In many ways you’re my light through the dark.
poem by Sara Tober
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Light My Way
In my hour of need
On the sea of grey
On my knees
I prey to you
Help me find the bones of the dying dead
Will you light my way
Wont you light my way
Wont you light my way
Wont you light my way
The bullet is a man
From time to time he strays
I compare my life to theres
To this I remain
And unwilling to listen to your answers
And Im not ashamed to tell you I need you today
Wont you light my way
Wont you light my way
Wont you light my way
Wont you light my way
And so when Im lost
And Im tired and depressed
And when my mind goes astray
Wont you light my way
Dont save it for another day
Dont save it for another day
Hey! dont save it for another day
Hey! dont save it for another day
Hey! dont save it for another day
Wont you light my way
Wont you light my way
Wont you light my way
Wont you light my way
song performed by by Audioslave
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Extinct Of Childhood
childhood is matching out
My generation is not watching out
The genesis of a blackout
In a scene that must not be cut out
Scene is a stage of life
Childhood! I am in retrospect
I wonder at the turn of events
Imagine the exit of a crucial stage
These days they recognise contraceptives
That is why I am hypertensive
Children can not comprehend comprehensively
English teacher in comprehension
A child's exposure to adulthood
Achild's experience of adulthood
Equal to taking two steps at a time
Which causes a faall of a lifetime
Abomination now normal occurences
Adult language now children songs
Their songs leave our mouth ajar
Our taboo is now their faboo
Girl raped when a toddler
Exploring, performing before teenager
Perishing before adulthood
Who is the future of tomorrow?
Bring back childhood days
Let membership be mandatory
Make Right of Participation obligatory
In togetherness we rescue childhood
Children deserve the right to choose
Heavenly endowment from Mother Nature
Allow these children to nurture
Never force them to mature
My propagation about childhood
Let childhood songs be babbling
Let their dance be jumping
Let their dressing be decent
Be free to twinkle again
Stars are permanently up
Mothers should sit and watch
That Humpty might fall again
You will soon devour an elephant
With a lifetime ahead of you
Your year of Yahooze by the corner
No hurry in life, time for everything
poem by Olutosin Oladosu Adebowale
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Dark and Light
Here where I live it is dark.
Abide within and it is dark.
Sinister beings dwell in the dark.
Seeing is not possible in the dark.
They are Dark.
Cavort about in the dark.
Come and surround in the dark.
Laugh and howl in the dark.
See them not, hear them yet, here in the dark.
They are Dark.
Not always do I live in the dark.
Comes a time without the dark.
Sinister beings exists in the dark.
Cannot survive without the dark.
They are Dark
When it is not dark,
And it is not always dark.
Beings of warmth pierce the dark.
Crack and splinter the dark.
They are Light.
Then sometimes I live in the light
Warm and safe in the light
Want to stay in the light.
Surrounded by life and love in the light.
They are Light
Sometimes light, sometimes dark.
In one world, than in the other.
In one, fear; love in the other.
Back and Forth, Light and Dark
I am Dark! I am Light!
poem by Jeff Manion
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Life after death..... a journey
the shadow of the mystery of the
new life, awake
the womb of
life forever
life has wondered the solitude of time,
the stream of life of light
echo in a distance,
transcending the
ray that gives the
breath of life
time has drown to reveals
the essence of existence,
where wisdom has
lighted to glitter
in the dark
illusion of passion intertwine the
mystery of life, for the
twilight zone of dawn
of a new life is the
beginning of
life after death
face the dawn my dear soul... its the
end of time....a beginning of an
endless life time
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Golden Twilight
It was the golden twilight,
When my mother caressed me in delight.
In thoughtless thinking, aimless future, my childhood was shining like lambent moonlight.
In the river of happiness, mountainous innocence, I was the princes of enkindling light.
It was the golden twilight
The time before the youthful moonlight
After the playful sunlight
I welcomed artificial intelligence to guide my innocence’s aplite.
Now in the unfriendly world my childhood and its innocence is hushed in the darkness of the night.
Crimson love, purple kindred, towards gray career, pinkish buddies all evanesced in the melancholy sight.
Longing to have a heart of gold, coloured with juvenile crescent's peacefulness in the scarce twilight.
The golden twilight,
Is the cycle of wishes in the life’s hopeful ignite.
Hope for venerating light,
Princely light,
Unending light.
To return to the shells of memories childhood seashore site.
poem by Jyothsnaphanija Bolla
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Wistfully Watching
They explore the world
through windows,
church windows,
school windows,
two up, two down windows,
castle windows,
large windows,
small windows.
They see it all,
from blameless to guilty,
from noble to treacherous,
through windows.
From skyscraper windows,
to basement flat windows,
from paupers windows,
and palace windows
they watch, absorb, suck it in.
Later when they have grown
they will remember,
try to empathise,
rationalise
decipher the coded metaphors,
but some day
they will be demoralised
by the windows of life.
There they sit __ wistfully watching __
the children
of our times.
poem by Ruth Walters
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These Are The Times
I hear voices from beyond the veil
They reverberate in mystery
There are shadows in my heart
And they multiply in memory
And the comrades that I've lost out there
In the scattered ruins still speak to me
If the flickering light of your campfire dims
The world grows smaller
It's closing in
I'm standing here
And I want you to live
I know
These are the times we find out who we really are
This will be when a true friend stands at your side
Someone like me who wants to
Believe in the days of high times and innocence
Drawing the lines and shouting back to the night
Someone like me who wants you to live
And from those who've seen the light beyond
We know the end will bring tranquility
But the voices of the friends they heard
Brought them back to this reality
Tough the beacon of light in your life seems dim
The sun's coming up on the world we're in
There are choices here
And I want you to live
I know
These are the times we find out who we really are
This will be when a true friend stands at your side
One more like me
Who wants to believe in the truth of all we experienced
To live again to jump back into the fight
Someone like me who wants you to live
Pouring light from the sky
Portends you and I
Disappears in the night
I still remember
I hear voices from beyond the veil
Like a faint unfinished symphony
Though the beacon of light in your life seems dim
The sun's coming up on the world we're in
I'm standing here
And I want you to live
I know
These are the times we find out who we really are
This will be when a true friend stands at
song performed by by Styx
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The Blur
I’m feeling empty
I’m feeling lost
I’m feeling like
My life’s going to cost
I don’t know why
They did that to me
I cant see the light
In all my misery
The countless years
Of covering this under
Are making me sick
And making me wonder
How did I know
What sex was at two
And how did I cope
And somehow pull through
Then leading me to turn
To everything wrong
And making me cover
Up this for so long
Why did it happen
Why couldn’t they see
That all of my actions
Were cries to save me
I lost my childhood
I lost my friends
I lost my innocence
When will this all end?
I cant turn back time
I know that for sure
But my childhood was lost
…forever to be a blur!
poem by Isabella Afanasieff
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Light
Light that can be kind. Light that can smell sweet. Light that can be soft.
Light that can be porcelain. Light that can be silent. Light that can speak.
Light that can hold many colors. Light that can be romantic. Light that can be harsh.
Light that can be cold. Light that can be warm. Light that can be dry.
Light that can be loud. Light that can be love. Light that can be faith.
Light that can be full of strength. Light that can be pure. Light that can be dark.
Light that can be fragile. Light that can be crazy. Light that can be weird.
Light that can be old. Light that can be new. Light that can be inbetween.
Light that can be swift. Light that can be sharp. Light that can wonder.
Light that can be insane. Light that can be smooth. Light that can dream.
Light that can be free. Light that can be everlasting. Light that can be wild.
Light that is the lord. Light that is Jesus. Light that is holy.
Light that is the trinity. Light that can belong. Light that can be fast.
Light that can sing. Light that is the holy ghost. Light that is the Bible.
Light that can be a mith. Light that can be still. Light that can be different.
Light that can be hole. Light that can be true. Light that can be whimsical.
Light that can be bright. Light that can be formed. Light that is blessed.
Light that can be full of presence. Light that can tell a story. Light that can be intelligent.
Light that is like no other!
poem by Shania K. Younce
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Childhood - 3
Give me back the moment
while nothing was impossible to me
give me back the moment
while i was kissed by all guys
Give me back the moment
when Mom lull to make me asleep
i cannot forget the moment
when i stole spoons of sugar from kitchen
i can not forgo the moment
flying kite to touch the sky
Can I forget when I gazed at the stars
at their twinkling light
when i gazed at the moon
thinking to be a silver dish on the sky
while i was thinking
a deep valley at the end of earth
Give me back my childhood
when i was thinking to fly
like a butterfly.
When i was trying to understand
the language of birds and crow
i weep over the crow
when snatched biscuits from my hand
My childhood was a splendid moment
when the lap of my mother
was more than any heavenly bed
My childhood was the out give of my life
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Absence of light
Absence of light
is not dark.
And in dark
one cannot see
not true.
Threat is there
death threat is
more there.
In death
no body knows
where to go
And here no
begining no end.
Not getting answer
relating to death
is not mystery.
Mystery is what
we see what we
touch what
we smell.
Mystery is we
all are here
at this time
in this light.
Mystery is
not dark
not death.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Meaning Of My Sunset
i know what a sunset means
you always equate it with surrender
and defeat
i have a different version though
it is the flaming
the burning of the last cloud
the spreading of my blood to the sea
the blackening of my horizon
an end that deserves
a commendation
for its bravery
still glorious till the last
orange light, the last fight for light.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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