The Separation And The Freedom
when she finally decides to leave him
he thought that the world ends
there is no pain like this
he talks to the mouth inside his chest
when will this chaos leave him?
he asks the wind and the rain
he walks upon the grass spreading free on the gentle hills
he rests under the forest trees and
spends a lot of his time talking to the full moon
till it is eaten by the dark sky
he sleeps in caves and makes alliances with
the stalactites and the stalagmites
he eats the worms and borrowed some drops
of the honey from the bees
he talks to the trees and the clouds and worships the sun
and has become a part of this universe
he becomes strong like the rock and stands tall
conquering his pain like the cliff
then the right season has come for him
to fly for he has grown wings and traces his roots
to the genealogy of birds, he is finally free
at the end, the gods free him from the pains of his humanity
his love unrequited has died.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm Free
I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
I'm free to sing
even if my voice
is not like the voice of an angel
I'm free to dance
even if I'm out of the rhythm
I'm free to cry
even if it means to worry you
I'm free to laugh
even if my heart is aching
I'm free to love
even if it will only hurt me
I'm free to dream
even if I cannot reach it.
I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
I'm free to be happy
even if I'm in the middle of crisis
I'm free to live
even if it will then
end in dying.
I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
I'm free...
I'm free!
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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I Have Worms Inside My Mouth
at first i wanted to spit them all
wanting to relieve myself
with all the hassle
in keeping worms
that my friends detest
they tell me
that i must spit them all
for reasons of
sanitation
or perhaps
for my own sanity
i think about it
and the possibilities
of finally throwing up
after all i get
nauseous
this feeling of trying to hide
some things
inside the mouth
(do you know
about it?)
i could not do the throwing up
and so
the worms are still there
it is something
about giving them
temporary shelter
a home
i did not listen to myself
i did not listen to their advices
i decided to keep the worms for good
swallowing each worm
sliding in my esophagus
and finally settling inside the
rooms of my heart
i dream about each worm
wriggling inside my brain
but i keep them still
despite the mixed feelings of
pleasure and pain
one day
the worms become butterflies
and i feel ready for
this beautiful eventuality
i look up
to the heavens
on a very bright day
i spit them
all free
to the skies to the clouds
and to the trees
where they all
rightfully belong
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She Talks To Rainbows
She's a little lost girl in her own little world
She looks so happy but she seems so sad
ah ah oh yea oh oh oh yea
She's a little lost girl in her own little world
I'd like to help her I'd like to try
ah ah oh yea oh oh oh yea
She talks to birds she talks to angels she talks to trees she talks to bees
She don't talk to me
Talks to the rainbows and to the seas she talks to trees
She don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
You know she drives me outta my mind
You know she drives me outta my head
You know she drives me outta my mind
You know she drives me outta my head
She talks to birds she talks to angels she talks to trees she talks to bees
She don't talk to me
Talks to the rainbows and to the seas she talks to trees
She don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
She's a little lost girl in her own little world
She looks so helpless
song performed by by Ramones from Adios Amigos
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Only Time Will Tell
Everybody says its going to take a little time
Might as well get use to her running thru my mind
Her memory brought me to my knees
When will I be back up walkin
Only time will tell but it aint talking
A lot of sleepless nights Im sure are lying up ahead
Wonder when the night will come when I lay down in bed
And her memory finally decides to stop calling
Only time will tell but it aint talking
Only time will tell when I will finally be free
But so far it hasnt spoke a single word to me
Wonder when the pain will end and all the tears will stop fallin
Only time will tell but it aint talking
Only time will tell when I will finally be free
But so far it hasnt spoke a single word to me
Wonder when the pain will end and all the tears will stop fallin
Only time will tell but it aint talking
Only time will tell but it aint talking
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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In My Own Chosen Solitude....
in my solitude i take the walk back to the woods
i go deeper under the trees and it is a world of wanton schemes
i discharge every crowd that resides in my head
i welcome dead leaves falling from the trees that seem to have hands
reaching the dark skies.
i am unloading and i do not stop until i am empty.
each step draws an idea which i fish from the water.
i see what disturbance is. I feel the chaos that wants to escape from
the barks of the trees, from the scales of each fish.
the solitude too struggles like a mouse caught in a trap.
it has learned the trick of calmness, of being steady, of
being still, in its own chosen silence.
the walk has finally taken me like a trap, and i cannot stop anymore.
there, ideas are born. flowers grow. animals talk,
there, dusts have grown the white wings of the doves,
there, man escapes from a hole, stands tall, and finally walks away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She Walks With Me
Michael w. smith/ beth nielsen chapman
Whitney, I hope you know how much I love you. this songs for you. dad.
From the first breath of her life
She flew straight into my arms
I used to catch her from the swings
When she was five...
And now she dances on the wind
In a world as hard as stone
Shes so anxious to begin
And ready to fly...
And she walks with me
And she talks with me
And I hold her hand in mine
I know shell find her way
Like the light of day
Cause its love that makes her strong
Though I cannot stop the rain
And I cannot turn the tide
And I am sure there will be things
That break her heart
I can only let her know
I am always on her side
And even as I let her go
Ill never be far
And she walks with me
And she talks with me
In her eyes I see her truth
Born of her fire and grace
As she finds her place
Cause its love that makes her strong
And she walks with me
And she talks with me
In my eyes shell see my prayer
As she turns each page
Through this tender age
It is love that makes her strong
Its her love that makes her strong
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Those Pains
we finally situate
beyond the threshold of pain
we sit on a chair
look over the window
extend our view to the sea
till the horizon
we familiarize with what
pains too do
with the shores and the
forest
the trees and the
grass
then we look again inward
like the entrails of
the chicken
we feel nothing anymore
those pains have
become a part of our skin
they don't do any harm
anymore
we don't even notice
whether they are still here
or they are gone
for good forever
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Collective Guilt
For the sake of lake, I climbed
on the weeping hills
to see the other side of moon.
The precipice of hunger weighs heavily
on shoulders.
Capricious time moves inwardly,
Strikes at the chest.
I set free the love-birds.
Conflict of trees tramples the grass
All summer the smell of dry winds
was scorching tear drops.
Every word was crying.
Dark in my city
I am wandering alone in alleys
of hostile homes.
The collective guilt of the flesh
blazes the mind.
poem by Satish Verma
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Bodhisattava
For the sake of lake, I climbed
on the weeping hills
to see the other side of moon.
The precipice of hunger weighs heavily
on shoulders.
Capricious time moves inwardly,
Strikes at the chest.
I set free the love-birds.
Conflict of trees tramples the grass
All summer the smell of dry winds
was scorching tear drops.
Every word was crying.
Dark in my city
I am wandering alone in alleys
of hostile homes.
The collective guilt of the flesh
blazes the mind.
poem by Satish Verma
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Sydney
Sydney!
Why'd you have to go
And leave everybody behind!
Help me
Cuz im thinkin' of takin' these
Emotions... these emotions way to far! (way too far)
Baby! you know that and im sorry
For everything i've ever done!
Gonna set you free!
Gonna set you free!
Free! (free free free)
Save me!
From slippin' down my knees are bleedin', im back on the ground!
(on the ground)
No one will ever know what it's like
unless you've been there before
(been there before)
Ageing and i think im heading in the light, but i cant get back home!
Get back home!
Gonna set you free!
Gonna set you free!
Crazy! Goin' crazy!
No one knows me! talks about me!
Im no clown! Look I'm melting!
Just don't touch me! heaven help me!
let me go!
much, you
Mean to!
Sydney!
Why'd you have to go
And leave everybody behind!
(far behind)
Baby! now im gone, you know im gone!
And i hope that your fine!
It's gonna be alright!
Gonna set you free!
Gonna set you free!
Yeah! gonna set you free!
I know that your lookin' down on me!
Sydney Lookin down on me
Come to set you free
Why'd you leave me? [repeat 3 times]
Why'd you leave me by myself?
Why'd you leave me?
Why'd you leave me by myself?
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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Sonnet: The Wind
What shakes the trees so violently? ’Tis Wind;
What moves the clouds hither/ thither? ’Tis Wind;
What takes the tornado around? ’Tis Wind;
What brings the sandstorm on the earth? ’Tis Wind.
What makes the cool and gentle breeze? ’Tis Wind
What makes the boughs and leaves to dance? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the autumn leaves to fall? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the honey-bees to fly? ’Tis Wind.
What makes pollen reach in showers? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the dust to climb towers? ’Tis Wind;
What spreads the perfume of flowers? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the rain-clouds advance far? ’Tis Wind.
What makes the Wind to blow? ’Tis God;
What makes a Tempest stop? ’ Tis our Lord.
7-18-2001
poem by John Celes
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Stone Angel
You are the reason for my pain,
You are the reason I stand in the rain.
I wouldn't be here by choice,
But I was forced, and I can still hear your voice.
I push the memory of you away,
But somehow it always finds a way to stay.
You are the one who hurt me, who stole my rights,
And now I have to endure lonely nights.
You put me in this place,
I remember what you did, I remember your face.
And now I stand, in rain, in sun,
If it weren't for what you did, I'd run.
I'd run faster than you,
I would run until I could find away to start new.
But that would happen; I will never be able to go,
Because of you, because I couldn't say no.
But now I stand through everything like stone,
I'll always be hard as stone, I will always be alone.
You made sure I'd be alone, that I'd stay here,
But I won't show you my pain I wouldn't even shed a tear.
Yet still I shall fade,
I will crumple no matter how strong I was made.
I will fall to the ground,
I will go without the slightest sound.
And then I shall be gone, I will no longer be your slave,
But soon I will go and leave behind all the pain you gave.
You are the one, who shall hold my pain once I leave,
And you will believe what you never wanted to believe.
You will believe that I was stronger, I am stronger,
I am stronger than you, than your anger.
And with that I will crumble to your feet,
And then I'll be strong than concrete.
For then I shall be free from your,
But for you, for you it will be late.
You took everything from me,
But that's something you will never see.
I know you put me here, under all this weight,
But that doesn't mean I won't stand.
That I won't stand for who I am,
For the truth of what I am.
I stand hard as stone,
I am rock I am the unbreakable stone.
You will never break me,
Only time can, and then I will be free.
You won't control me anymore,
I will be a lion free of a cage, and you will hear me roar.
The world will hear me roar,
And then they'll know the truth, and I will be in pain no more.
But for now I know the guilt you see,
I know that you are the one who enslaved me.
Yet for now I stand tall and strong, alone,
For I am the angel carved in stone.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Set It Free
I can see the rain,
Come into my room again.
Broken window pane,
Now reminds me Im alive.
Could it be right,
Givin up, my darlin?
Ill wait for you now,
To remind me why Ive gone.
How I love to write,
Songs that have no answers.
Oh, theres nothin on my mind,
That I want to let go of.
Letting it go on pretendin,
Everything has its way of endin.
And Im a loner,
The way I should be.
Set it free,
Let it free my love to fly,
Set it free.
Set it free,
Let it free my love to be,
Can I be free?
(instrumental)
Still its gotta rain,
Wonder when Ill see a change in weather.
Somethins gettin tangled up again,
And I cant find an end.
Cant let it go on returnin,
Ive given everything that the harlequin boy can find.
And Im tired of trying,
Id rather leave than tell lies.
Set it free,
Let it free my love to fly,
Set it free.
Set it free,
Let it free my love to be,
Youll be free.
Youll be free my love to fly,
Free to be what I cant face.
In love again,
Set it free.
Free,
Set it free,
Set it free my love.
Free,
Set it free,
Set it free my love.
(repeat to fade)
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Escape Mechanism
I was in pain, in agony
and saw no way to gain relief.
Then all at once I seemed to be
beside myself quite literally.
Some how I had escaped my pain
just left my agony behind
so I was comfortable again.
I thought at first I was insane.
And yet I knew I was still me
but by some magic of my mind.
I had escaped I’d struggled free.
Although it felt quite strange to see.
My body sitting in my chair.
To see myself from the outside.
As though I was both here and there.
I found it rather hard to bear.
I wondered then if I had died
and that was how I came to be
Observing myself from outside
I understood I must decide
I had a choice to be pain free
and leave the life I knew behind.
I chose somewhat reluctantly
and I returned immediately.
Back to the inside looking out
I don’t pretend to understand
what happened but I have no doubt.
Although I rarely talk about.
The day I found that I could be
in two places at one time.
Experience simultaneously
to be pain wracked and be pain free.
I sometimes voluntarliy
decide to take a holiday
from aches and pains which distress me.
Be pain free temporarily.
All men must die and so will I,
I do not let it worry me.
But until then I can but try
to bear my suffering patiently.
When it gets to much to bear
I close my eyes and I escape
to somewhere else I‘m not sure where
nor do I think I really care.
1-Oct-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Monsoons Back Home
the rain talks to me...softly
as it splatters down
on the green grass,
the rain talks to me knowingly,
as it brushes my nose
pressed against the window glass
it reminds me of the monsoons,
that must have arrived back in my land,
monsoons that greened the landscape,
as if with a magic wand................
the rain brings back, powerful memories
of hot pakoras and fragrant tea
so many things, so many images
the rain conveys to me...
people forever, sweating
, looking hopefully at the sky
praying to the rain Gods
not to let the crops die,
and finally the rain Gods answer...
with black sheets of welcome rain
that time of season
has finally arrived again.......
no lover waits more eagerly for its beloved,
than my people, waiting for the rain
the heavenly smell of mangoes
and the cry of the cuckoo bird
the buzzing of insects and
many strange sounds, till now unheard,
all bring back the magic, the romance
of the rains....
the magical silver moon
how it waxes and wanes...............
the rain talks to me.......
..
and here in a new land
the rain wafts down gently
, my heart is back home
though I am here presently,
how beautiful and soothing
is the sound that it makes
will cleanse out my soul
and fill up the lakes........
the rain speaks to me softly..........
and when the clouds have lightened
and watered the earth,
the flowers have brightened,
the butterflies dance in mirth,
my soul has been cleansed
and my spirits uplifted
what a beautiful sight, nature has gifted
the rain and I
finish our conversation,
a revival of hopes, a joyous observation
Im refreshed and happy,
my soul has been lightened
the longing and sadness
have cleverly been quietened,
by the rain,
so softly it spoke to me.....
as it continued, its quenching jouney
I love the soft splattering
the incessant chattering,
sometimes in slanting sheets,
sometimes it almost beats
my face, and soaks me to the bone
I love its insistent, sometimes thundering tone..
so gently, so softly
when it speaks to me
of happy times that will be....
I love the rain.................
poem by Arti Chopra
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New Season
Up from the hills and down through the valley,
A stream whispers unendingly a fading melody,
As it continues on its aimless journey.
The blazing heat scorching innocent vegetation,
Green leaves gently fading to brown.
The grass shriveled up;
Wilted, forgotten and began to die.
Up high in the treetops birds yet sing their songs,
In ritual of prayers to their gods.
Their songs heard even beyond the blue skies.
Suddenly everything changes,
From elsewhere came the darkening clouds;
Stopping over.................,
The shadow obscuring the sun.
Then the rumble of the rolling thunder
overpowers the birds gentle songs,
The mighty thunder scares the birds.
Trees fall silent as the clouds darkens thick;
It sends down a single drop;
Then another and yet another one.
They patter on the leaves then onto the ground.
In no time the mighty delude overpowers the streams
as it floods to the banks swallowing dirty from the bush.
It cleans the forest as it prepares for the new season
to rein.
As the downpour ceases;
Like birds even trees shake drops of rain to the ground.
The birds tease the summer as it runs away from the
coming season, They bid farewell to it.
The branches swing as they rejoice
to welcome king Autumn.
Vegetation sinking beneath the earth,
Holding firm; it begins to grow in full bloom.
With flowers all over
Giving thanks to the mighty AUTUMN.
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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Rain Drops
Here comes the grey clouds
rolling in,
Spreading rain all over the
town.
Rain drops help to moisten
the earth's beautiful green
grass.
Sidewalks once dusty are
washed and cleaned.
Rivers and lakes are given
plenty more water.
Fishes swim around happy
beneath the rain drops,
creating millions of ripples
upon the water.
Flowers and plants no longer
Thirst,
Even trees and bushes seem
to dance after a good drink
of water,
Animals get their fill of
water too.
Just Like a shower,
Rain drops clean and
cleanse everything,
Leaving the earth refreshed
and renewed.
After the storm has passed,
The sun shines spreading its
warmth.
Rain drops that are left behind
on Flowers, plants, trees and
grass,
It is like heaven for many insects
to fill their thirsty little
mouths.
Without clouds we would have no
rain drops,
Without rain drops everything would
never be the same.
poem by Derek James
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Disease
Feels like you made a mistake
You made somebodys heart break
But now I have to let you go
I have to let you go
You left a stain
On every one of my good days
But I am stronger than you know
I have to let you go
No ones ever turned you over
No ones tried
To ever let you down,
Beautiful girl
Bless your heart
I got a disease
Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy baby
I cant live without you
Tell me what I am supposed to do about it
Keep your distance from it
Dont pay no attention to me
I got a disease
Feels like youre making a mess
Youre hell on wheels in a black dress
You drove me to the fire
And left me there to burn
Every little thing you do is tragic
All my life, oh was magic
Beautiful girl
I cant breathe
I got a disease
Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy baby
I cant live without you
Tell me what I am supposed to do about it
Keep your distance from it
Dont pay no attention to me
I got a disease
I think that Im sick
But leave me be while my world is coming down on me
You taste like honey, honey
Tell me can I be your honey
Be, be strong
Keep telling myself it that wont take long till
Im free of my disease
Yeah well free of my disease
Free of my disease
I got a disease
Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy baby
I cant live without you
Tell me what I am supposed to do about it
Keep your distance from it
Dont pay no attention to me
I got a disease
I think that Im sick
But leave me be while my world is coming down on me
You taste like honey, honey
Tell me can I be your honey
Be, be strong
Keep telling myself it that wont take long till
Im free of my disease
Yeah well free of my disease
Free of my disease
song performed by by Matchbox Twenty
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Say Goodbye
Ive seen and done it all, it seems
Ive cried for all its worth a few times
I lived and loved in search of truth
Ive seen a lot of pain, oh, oh, oh
To finally realize, the reason for this life
Is to say goodbye to sorrow
Dont hang on to the tears we borrow
Say goodbye to sorrow and feel
That we are so free
We are free
Ive seen the bottom once or twice
Ive soared above the earth as suddenly
Ive made a few mistakes its true
Ive seen enough of hate, oh, oh, oh
To finally realize theres not much more to life
Than to say goodbye to sorrow
Dont hold on to the fears we borrow
Just say goodbye to sorrow and feel
That we are so free
We are free
We may long for happiness
Pray to God that we be blessed
Save us from this loneliness
After all that Ive been through
I believe the thing to do
Is to look inside of you
And just say goodbye to sorrow
Dont give up all the years weve borrowed
Say goodbye to sorrow and feel
That we are so free
We are free
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Sonnet 40
How you take what you desire
Your words so strong yet somehow old
Oh! How you've grown tired
And so this I was once told
I should have known somehow all along
One day you would cause me pain
I will never understand what went wrong
Your love is not quite the same
Free from the heartache you cause inside
Why can't you simply just see
Love has died so I can't help but cry
But it's just the way it's got to be
Lets just walk away and leave it all behind
Love is not a game one day you'll find
poem by Suelynn Walters
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