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The Shrink And The Brink

he has always an explanation for what we feel
what we are he says have roots and he can always trace
the reasons and from where we must listen
and then we can start living whole again

he knows how shattered are we and he has always
his incantations: Freud says this and Jung and Erica
and Erickson, and Watson and Pavlov
i sit on the couch and we keep on talking
i am in a trance and i go back to my childhood
and there he was the hand guiding me in this play
a reenactment that points where the real problem lies
incontinence, instability, bed wetting, sexual fantasies
unsolved fixations, the phallus and the vulva,
the fingertips and biting of the nails
slip of the tongues, he is so unforgiving
and then he scribbles a lot of things on paper
prescriptions for the day: a stroll on the beach,
a conversation with someone who died
a journey to a dream, a soliloquy, a dialogue
of the spirits of the trees and the mountains
the sea goddess, the nymphs on the flowers,
the fawns and the gorgons, the dragons and the cyclops,
medusa and the stones, i have all them in mind
my hands tremble, my feet are shaky
and here comes the shrink handing me the tablet
and the drink: you just don't die, you suffer, you must
embrace divine light, and be patient, prostrate,
sleep more on the couch, follow my hypnosis.
i like the composure of the shrink,
he is patient with my pretenses, ... at the brink.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I need my football fix

I hate it when the season's over
because football is a drug to me
I have to go cold turkey
and my mind is all at sea.
I can't stand summer sports
like Tennis, Golf, and Cricket,
I've no interest in Wimbledon
and which bowler has taken a wicket.
The months just drag on by
because I need my football fix
so I lie on a beach somewhere
and dream about my team scoring six.
The shrink said I'm a hopeless case
one of the worse cases he's ever seen
he said I was the only patient he'd had
who lied on the couch reading a soccer magazine.
But all I want is next season to hurry up
so I can stop being bored and fed up
then I can go and watch my team
win every game and the F.A.Cup!

poem by Kevin Halls
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Be Patient, Trust Me, Do As I Say

You won’t believe the things for you I have in store
As time goes by, I’ll give you more and more
Be patient, trust me, do as I say
And I’ll continue guiding you day by day

You’ll never guess the plans I have for you
Continue always asking me what I want you to do
Be patient, trust me, do as I say
And I’ll continue guiding you day by day

You can’t even imagine the places you will go
When tomorrow comes, I’ll let you know
For today, be patient, trust me, do as I say
And I’ll continue guiding you day by day

I’ve finally understood your sole request today
That’s all I have to do, just listen and obey
Be patient, trust you, and do as you say…

poem by Manny Negron
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We Can Start Here

(maire brennan/ dennis wood)
Producer for bonnie: jimmy smyth
Drifting stars above the high trees
Recognise, see its own destiny
And all the reasons to believe
Our future from tonight is through
Im talking to you...
I know you feel the same way
We know the game we we could play
You know theres no turning back
We can start here....
Ocean sounds below the high seas
Understand, listen to how we feel
Its the circle of our dreams
Touch me now or set me free
Im talking to you...
I know you feel the same way
We know the game we we could play
You know theres no turning back
We can start here...
The fire in our hearts
We have found this perfect glow
Im talking to you...
I know you feel the same way
We know the game we we could play
You know theres no turning back
We can start here...
I know you feel the same way
We know the game we we could play
You know theres no turning back
We can start here...
I know you feel the same way
We know the game we we could play
You know theres no turning back
We can start here...

song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Dormant Days And Inactive Nights

even if there is no way
for sleep to sleep in the couch
in the bed
the body tries to find
rest... no way, no way,
a whisper is heard in the ear
there is no way out
from here
there is this sound of despair
the music of
hopelessness
you who probably hear it
tonight
in these dormant hours
think that the notes
are divine
you who soundly lies on the sofa
of your
drunken feats
probably cannot distinguish
what is not there
anymore

i am shattered
but there will be no pieces
to piece
to make whole

i fly without wings
like air
you cannot see what is real.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Constipation

An urban teacher recently transferred to a rural school
Had complaint of, ‘Inability to pass his stool’.
His wife thought, “Husband may be speaking lie
Let me take him to Freud- City’s sexiest guy.”
Freud boasted, “I can cure this illness in fifty sittings
But since it is an emergency, I will call psychiatrist’s meeting”.
He decided to call psychiatrist all
And they gathered in a big conference hall.
Freud started, “Pt is fixated at phallic stage
And harbors suppressed sex and repressed rage.”
Karl Jung shouted angrily at Sigmund Freud
“You always bring sexuality, Are you Freud or fraud? ”
Then he mocked at Freud, “Do you have brain or bladder
You cannot diagnose even a simple matter”.
Sigmund Freud confessed, “You all know I am sexually perverted
But you also know, personality cannot be reverted.”
Then he added shyly, “Phallus comes in my mind uppermost
When I see pen, pendulum, pillar or post.”
Then Jung added, “It is a simple case of fight
Between a conscious complex and an unconscious archetype.”
Anna Freud said to Jung, “You are speaking in jest
Otherwise go east or west my father is best.”
Alfed Adler said, “I can see with clarity,
It is an obvious case of organ inferiority.”
Maslow interrupted, “Pt has problem in climbing a pyramid
So please give him some push from behind.”
“It is ‘birth trauma’ blurted out ‘A Man in Black’”
When all look on their back, it was Otto Rank.
Adolf Meyer said, “There is no need to guess
It is a simple case of, ‘reaction to life stress’”.
“Basic Anxiety” Karen Horney spoke anxiously
But as usual no one took her seriously.
Briquet guessed, “It is a conversion disorder and secondary gain
There is no pain without gain”
Erickson said- flashing his mobile Ericsson-
“It is a problem of stage transition.”
Heinz Kohut said, “Pt is not getting job satisfaction,
Because he is not getting ‘narcissistic gratification’.”
“It is an adjustment disorder”, spoke SHETH HITESH
Everyone look at him with interest.
Pt said, “You all fool, Don’t loss your cool
I’m not passing stool, because there is no latrine in the school.”

Dr Hitesh C Sheth

27/09/2008

poem by Hitesh Sheth
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What Matters To Me

what matters to me
definitely is not the family

for i do not have any, and i
like to think that what should have mattered to me
is a good education

but i have it anyway and all those years
that good education has not really turned me
into a perfect person

and so i think of something else that must matter
could be money but it has turned me into a slave
could be honor, but it amassed in me more arrogance
could be class and rank and societal functions, but they are but
parts of my day to day existence

and then i go into other matters that most people think really matter:
God, divine light,
prostrate, bending and begging,
humility, prayer

and i tried all these things, inside and outside, the holy grounds,
my sandals left outside the door,
kissing the soil, and raising my arms all for the embrace of God,

nothing happens, i am still in the chains of my flesh, in the sinning
of every hour, in the darkness of my soul,
in the middle of my sorrow,

and i think some more, and more and more,
what matters most is that i must only be patient and i must wait

things are here, things are there, whatever is here, whatever is there
and they are always unfolding, revealing and always telling

what matters most of all, at the end, is always the beginning
watching the days go by,
vigilant when they come and go

and as they once said, what matters most is the journey
just the journey
just this journey
just my own journey

to where? who knows?
what matters most is the question not really the answer
to where? and why? who knows?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Medusa’s Kiss. by Ray Subrata

The trends of gorgons,
From Greek to Modern go on,
And desert hearts seek oasis,
The vital trance of Medusa’ kiss.

Vitality’s beauty, -a fire to flame,
Passions’ blind fury sustains the claim.
Back to the Trojan war, Paris’ Helen,
The stooping of Roman emperors’
To gorgon glory of Cleopatra’s game,
The sway is, Medusa ‘s name,

However fake cloth you constantly wear,
An appeal within of Medusa you bear!

poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
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The Watcher

I think I hear the sound of horses' feet
Beating upon the graveled avenue.
Go to the window that looks on the street,
He would not let me die alone, I knew.'
Back to the couch the patient watcher passed,
And said: 'It is the wailing of the blast.'

She turned upon her couch and, seeming, slept,
The long, dark lashes shadowing her cheek;
And on and on the weary moments crept,
When suddenly the watcher heard her speak:
'I think I hear the sound of horses' hoofs-'
And answered, ''Tis the rain upon the roofs.'

Unbroken silence, quiet, deep, profound.
The restless sleeper turns: 'How dark, how late!
What is it that I hear-a trampling sound?
I think there is a horseman at the gate.'
The watcher turns away her eyes tear-blind:
'It is the shutter beating in the wind.'

The dread hours passed; the patient clock ticked on;
The weary watcher moved not from her place.
The gray dim shadows of the early dawn
Caught sudden glory from the sleeper's face.
'He comes! my love! I knew he would!' she cried;
And smiling sweetly in her slumbers, died.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Roots Of Creation

One two three four!
Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and
Shake your ass like your ready to sing
Well, something muy high
Something muy low
When me ready limo then they follow me home like a
Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
I pull up my hands and I look at my feet
The reggae music make me sound so sweet
Cause we play it morning evening and all of the day
It's the sweet kinda music makes me feel O.K.
The roots of creation
Said I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hat
My coat is so wide
Sometimes, sometimes I feel so high
But all the time I feel airie
I feel airie when I'm down with the scene called
Roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
One more time!
Well, pull up here honey like you got limbo
Well pull up your fingers like you're ready to go
Give me
Give me something high
Give me something slow
Give me something I can use
Give me something I can know
Your the body and the mind one
Part of soul or two
I feel a different person to be a different place
I'm living in a different place
Sometime I feel although its fin
Pull up your style make it sound so fine
With ah
Pull up hands with me
Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
A pull up sound with Mike Happoldt at my left
I got Eric at my right
We rock the reggae music every day and night
We rock the reggae music say it's right on time
Cause you're down with the music that they call Sublime
I'm living in a different nation
Reggae style again!
Gonna win me back gonna feel so fine
Bring me down to the place so right
We rock the music so late at night
With a guitar pick in my hand
What amounts to make me a man
Me help a little girl like this
Called the roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand, left pocket
Do the music, make me say me feel it
Read me on rights and me know me are wrong
Me am a white boy but I sing a reggae song
Called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
My hands are high
My ink is dry
My love for you, it will never die
Say me love you till me will testify
Me love the music make me feel so high
Song called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
Oh in a plastic nation
Such a boring station... a boring
One more time!
Pull up here honey if you got limbo
Pull it up make it up bounce I don't want it to be slow
I wanna make it sound right
I wanna make it sound strong
Give me kind of music make you rock all night
Like a roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
So cheer up my life
Cheer up my life
Take out the trouble
Take out take out the strife
Give me some music make it sound so nice
Give me kinda music make we wanna singa song twice
Like roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand
My seat is wobbly
Pull up your hands and it sounds like this
Cause I like my beer dry
Drink the gin and the gin
Love the kinda drink ya know make me sick
Me don't feel no nice but likewise
Make me drink gin like wine twice
I only make me feel so sadder, aya!

song performed by by Sublime
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In Trance As Mission

For just one moment in time
I hear the holy back beat
Events and casual affairs
Just what is moving on
And what is going on
In dream a dream a
Courage of dreams
In trance as mission
Trans-american
Moving on
For just one moment in time
I want to walk where it is
Sustain a stature in life
Here comes a new type of light
Just what is going on
What is moving on
Dream a dream a
Trance as you dream
In trance as mssion
Trans-american
Just what is going on
What is moving on
For just one moment in time
Just one moment in time
Dream a dream a
Courage of dreams
In trance as mission
Trans-american
Something crashing into my life
Something crashing against white rocks
No calm to my hand
Here comes my hand
City up on my mind
What is going on
Youve got to move on
Dream a dream a
Courage of dreams
In trance as mission
Trans-american
Living lives out of dust
Dream a dream a
Living lives
Walk on in light
I want to walk
My hands are grabbing at air
I want to walk
Dream a dream a
Courage of dreams
In trance as mission
In trance in trance
Trans-american
Stand by the statue in fog
Events and casual affairs
I want to walk
Heat of the day
Heat of the day....
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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In Trance As Mission (session)

For just one moment in time
I hear the holy back beat
Events and casual affairs
Just what is moving on
And what is going on
In dream a dream a
Courage of dreams
In trance as mission
Trans-American
Moving on
For just one moment in time
I want to walk where it is
Sustain a stature in life
Here comes a new type of light
Just what is going on
What is moving on
Dream a dream a
Trance as you dream
In trance as mssion
Trans-American
Just what is going on
What is moving on
For just one moment in time
Just one moment in time
Dream a dream a
Courage of dreams
In trance as mission
Trans-American
Something crashing into my life
Something crashing against white rocks
No calm to my hand
Here comes my hand
City up on my mind
What is going on
You've got to move on
Dream a dream a
Courage of dreams
In trance as mission
Trans-American
Living lives out of dust
Dream a dream a
Living lives
Walk on in light
I want to walk
My hands are grabbing at air
I want to walk
Dream a dream a
Courage of dreams
In trance as mission
In trance in trance
Trans-American
Stand by the statue in fog
Events and casual affairs
I want to walk
Heat of the day
Heat of the day....

song performed by by Simple Minds
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Poetry Time

forget work for a while
leave the paper piles as they are
let them grow
up to the sky

let reality be a mountain
before you
and let things work on
themselves
let them have hands
and feet
let them have wings
and fly away

it is poetry time
my heart is king and the rest
of these fantasies
are nymphs and fauns

come butterflies
come stars
let them know that there are wings
and light and fire and glitters and diamonds

comes the moon shining
this lady coming too early at noontime
dancing on my table
with fireflies and lies

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Joyride

i want to take a ride
on the long and winding road of life
travel on his stony path
never mind the problems
i do not treat them as stubling blocks
for me they are he stepping stones
to become better and so i ride
on bridges..oh sometimes i think
why some people create walls instead of bridges
bridges connect walls separate
yet on my journey there are so many
walls more than bridges maybe
these are some reasons why people sometimes harbor hathred
yeah i want to take a ride
to the mountains and hills of life
even sometimes problems that come
are not like hills but mountains
yet mountains and hills can be climb
if you are patient enough
let my travel floats me
on the vast ocean of eternity
over seas, and drifting continents of experience
i just want to be there forever free
to taste the salty water or the swim
against the currents for it is better
to go against for a purpose than to just
follow where the water flows but
lost your inividuality
or to throw away your dignity
let me take this joy ride
let me not gather moss in a hideaway
let me just be me
as i travel from here to eternity
where i will take refuge
and the terminal awaits me
and i will rest to begin another journey
a journey that nevee ends
where our loving Father caress me

poem by Villiamor Calventas
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God’s At Work

Be still, be quiet and you shall see, the hand of The God of Eternity.
Just be still and know He is God, shepherding all with staff and rod.
He’s at work throughout your life; He’s the comfort in pain and strife.
And when a problem won’t relent, God is there with encouragement.
He’s at work in the darkest night; for God is for you that guiding light.

He guides you with a loving nod, protecting you on this earthly sod.
God’s at work in all of His own, as He guides us to an eternal home.
Even if you do not see God’s hand, simply be still then understand,
God doesn’t move like you or me, He moves throughout all eternity.
Starting before the beginning friend, and His presence will not end.

He doesn’t work on earthly time; God’s timely measures are Divine.
God’s been working in lives of men, since that pair was condemned.
God has been working to rectify, the problem created by Satan’s lie.
Friend it isn’t that God is slow, He’s just patient so that all can know,
The problem by Satan was rectified, on the cross, when Jesus died.

Now He’s at work in believers friend, helping others to comprehend,
The saving Truth of Jesus Christ, so that they can gain Eternal Life.
With a new life in Christ you’ll see, how He’s at work in you and me.
Let Christ Jesus in your heart, and a new work in you God will start.
God’s work will be done in ways, to fill your heart with eternal praise.

(Copyright ©02/2006)

poem by Bob Gotti
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Prayer

Christ and the Lord! I thirst for marvel
Now, here, as the day would start!
The life is like a book to me,
So let me die. Let me depart.

You're wise, and sternly 'Now be patient,
Your time's not ripe' you will not say.
Yourself you gave me - too much now!
I thirst at once - for every way!

I want it all: with soul of gypsy
To run to plunder with a song,
To suffer for all near an organ,
To run to war, an Amazon;

To divine stars in a black tower
The kids through shadows to lead…
That yesterday would be a legend,
That each and every day be mad!

I love the cross, the silk, the helmet,
The minute's trace of soul of mine..
You gave me childhood - better than fiction
Now let me die at seventeen!

poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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Etude Realiste

A Baby's feet, like sea-shells pink,
Might tempt, should heaven see meet,
An angel's lips to kiss, we think,
A baby's feet.

Like rose-hued sea-flowers toward the heat
They stretch and spread and wink
Their ten soft buds that part and meet.

No flower-bells that expand and shrink
Gleam half so heavenly sweet
As shine on life's untrodden brink
A baby's feet.

II.

A baby's hands, like rosebuds furled
Whence yet no leaf expands,
Ope if you touch, though close upcurled,
A baby's hands.

Then, fast as warriors grip their brands
When battle's bolt is hurled,
They close, clenched hard like tightening bands.

No rosebuds yet by dawn impearled
Match, even in loveliest lands,
The sweetest flowers in all the world -
A baby's hands.

III.

A baby's eyes, ere speech begin,
Ere lips learn words or sighs,
Bless all things bright enough to win
A baby's eyes.

Love, while the sweet thing laughs and lies,
And sleep flows out and in,
Sees perfect in them Paradise.

Their glance might cast out pain and sin,
Their speech make dumb the wise,
By mute glad godhead felt within
A baby's eyes.

poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Real Me

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I went back to the doctor
To get another shrink.
I have to tell him about my weekend,
But he never betrays what he thinks.
Can you see the real me doctor?
I went back to my mother
I said, "I'm crazy ma, help me."
She said, "I know how it feels son,
'Cos it runs in the family."
Can you see the real me, mother?
The cracks between the paving stones
Look like rivers of flowing veins.
Strange people who know me
Peeping from behind every window pane.
The girl I used to love
Lives in this yellow house.
Yesterday she passed me by,
She doesn't want to know me now.
Can you see the real me, can you?
I went to the holy man,
Full of lies and hate,
I seemed to scare him a little
So he showed me to the golden gate.
Can you see the real me preacher?
Can you see the real me doctor?
Can you see the real me mother?
Can you see the real me me me me me me
me me me me me

song performed by by Who
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So They Say

Time fixes everything,
Or so they say.
Die from a broken heart and it will mend,
Or so they say.
Watch your dreams fall apart and a new door will open,
Or so they say.
Live and love and you will be happy,
Or so they say.
Work hard and you will be recognized for your success,
Or so they say.
Forgive those who hurt you and you will feel better,
Or so they say.
Show your friends you love them and they will never hurt you,
Or so they say.
Be patient and in time you will get what you want,
Or so they say.
Sleep and you will feel rested,
Or so they say.
Let your tears fall; you'll grow stronger and not cry for the same thing twice,
Or so they say.
Write out your feelings and people will understand,
Or so they say.
Explain yourself and stand by your beliefs and you will not be judged,
Or so they say.
Keep your chin up and the sun will be back tomorrow,
Or so they say.
Be respectful and you will be respected,
Or so they say.
Follow our advice and you will go far,
Or so they say.
They say so much and expect it all to be true,
They watch us and judge our every move,
Yet still proceed to tell us how things will be okay.
They get our hopes up, they put a smile on our faces,
They act as if everything gets better.
With so many lies woven within the truths they speak how can we listen?
How do we know the truth from the deception;
The vision from the illusion
How do we trust that they will catch us as we fall,
Help us back on our feet,
How do we know when to listen and when to speak?
We'll know the answers to these questions when the time comes,
Or so they say.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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I get so crazy sometimes,

I feel again I know,
I lost all sense of myself,
I had so many big Ideas
but I always sit on the couch,
In just think and think about things,
that make me crazy

Pacing in circles like something caged
but I am free I just dont know where to go,
Im lost Im lost,

so somebody find me something
somwhere worth doing,
I am here crazy and alone,
I miss the girl I used to be,
but shes to far gone,

that me is out of reach
in this me
gets so crazy sometimes,
i sit here on the couch n think
I think how things used to be,
N I try not to drink.

poem by BladesongRaven Gehrig
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Be My Friend Tonight

I threw a party. nobody came.
I bought all the tickets. they cancelled the game.
I give you my picture. it didnt fit your frame
Be my friend tonight
Be my friend tonight. be my friend tonight.
Ill sleep on the couch. you can leave on that light.
Well, I wont do nothing wrong till you say its right
Come on honey, be my friend tonight
Now you bring the glasses and Ill bring the wine
Ill rub your shoulders just like they were mine
I wont make no passes till its passing time
If youre only gonna be my buddy tonight
Be my friend tonight. be my friend tonight.
Ill sleep on the couch. you can leave on that light.
Well, I wont do nothing wrong till you say its right
Come on darling, be my friend tonight
Well, Ill mind my manners. my ps and qs
I wont give you nothing that you cant use
Ill whip out that old guitar and sing you the blues
Be my friend tonight
Be my friend tonight. be my friend tonight.
Ill sleep on the couch. you can leave on that light.
Well, I wont do nothing wrong till you say its right
Come on honey, be my friend tonight
Be my friend tonight. be my friend tonight.
Ill sleep on the couch. you can leave on that light.
Well, I wont do nothing wrong till you say its right
Come on darling, be my friend tonight
Oh, come on honey, be my friend tonight
Please, be my friend tonight.

song performed by by John Prine
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