The Sweping Sound Early Morning
early morning the sound of sweeping the street
catches your attention,
you have just taken a bath, undergoing the
require cleansing of the body, combing the hair,
checking the nails for dirt, trimming your mustache,
wiping the wet portions of your body,
perfuming the side of the ears and the hands,
it is a ritual, it is like cleaning the body to give
the impression that you have also cleaned your soul
praying, talking to yourself, grasping for any message
from your dream last night, listening to the voice of God,
your conscience whispering what to do for the day
you take the last button, look at yourself in the mirror,
you take the deep breath, open the window, and then
face a new day. It is still you, along with you, talking to yourself.
You are brave, and now ready to face the demands of the brand new day.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Metaphor Of The Mirror And The Light
there is this face
in the mirror and it is talking to the body
to remind its skin
that it is real,
lights are turned off
and the face only hears a voice
from its mouth
it is assured still that it is a face
of someone it knew
so well
and will not deny it
the voice faded in darkness
and the face
hears nothing
and sees nothing about
its skin
and eyes
it is dark
and there is no voice anymore
except the
silence
and the loneliness that is about
to make a scream
to the mirror
that had long shut itself
because there is no light
the face demands a voice
the mirror begs for light
for the voice is a security
that life exists
and the light is the only
anchor of the mirror
when it becomes a boat
in the sea
of emptiness
but there is no light
and there is no voice
the mirror breaks the silence
the face becomes the wind
there is no boat
much less an anchor
there is only a word written
on paper
left on the floor
and it is spoken for no
one....
poem by Sebastian Soberania
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Roaming...
when the soul is blocked
there is a reason, could be that the soul has become too familiar
and as it insists, has become too unpleasant
for the body,
at 2: 30 in the morning the body is behaving like a dead man,
pretending, perhaps since there is still that
alcoholic breath, saliva sticking and
nostrils wriggling
a mosquito bite becomes too irrelevant,
a cockroach tumbles down on your hair and
laughs,
nothing is happening to life,
the soul and body at war, there is this room closed,
morning light seeking an entrance
to a night window
that is still magnetized to
dream.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Opening A New Window
come to my room
let us open a new window
that opens to another window
look at my face
and hold the side of my body
i will caress your hair with my hands
hold your body softly as a wind holds a feather
my fingers shall travel from the tips of your hair
down to the last tips of the toes of your feet
let us be happy, let us try opening another window
let us see the other windows hidden from our eyes.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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As They Dance
The heat rushed through her body
as she moved her body along side his
The movements were fast and breath taking
as they moved with the tempo of the music
His body bends back
as hers bends forward
His body bends forward
as hers bends back
Their bodies intertwined
as a vine on a wall
Their bodies move side to side
up and down
The music keeping the beat
as the danced
The stage lights dimmed to green
as they moved together
His hands run down her body
as she sways side to side
Her mouth open her eyes closed
his eyes on her body
He keeps his hands on her hips
as she ran her hands up his body to his face
Their lips met and their hearts raced
as the music stopped
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Multitasking
your body finally succumbs
to sickness of multitasking
talking and listening at the same
time to two or more persons
behind and infront of you
the lack of sincerity
and full attention to a thing
a person
hurt because you have to use
not just a face
not just a hand but too many hands
doing many things
at the same time too many minds
thinking so many thoughts
all at once
after all you are no superman
you are just
the simple man trying to be
much better
than yourself
the body weakens
the mind surrenders
you need sleep
and be away for once
from this ever demanding world
of pretenses
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Good Morning Self
i wake up
checking my navel.
i face the mirror
to see my eyes
blinking
a face blinking
i am happy to note
that i am not bound
anymore
to that which
obsessed me last night
oversleeping over
a naked body inside my mind
this morning
as i open the window of my room
i see a black bird
rushing like a stone thrown
into a white sky
a stone with the wings
of the wind
good morning self
goodbye
persistent lust
before i forget
i got a new mask
an office man
with a very serious face
no jokes
just benign remarks
about today's
winning politician
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Perect Fit
You lie above me,
Eyes open to see,
You fit into me so well, so right,
I could stay here with you all night,
Your longs slender body,
Perfect for my open body,
I am ready for you, I smile to let you know
How I feel, that you are not foe,
I open my warm brown body to yours',
The sensation of goodness roars,
Tonight I live until it is done,
For you are the hotdog and I am the bun.
(in this poem I am in fact talking about the hotdog and bun that is food not the other ones..just in case you took it the wrong way...)
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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From You......
an idea always comes from
all of you, a chat early this morning
the wind outside is cold and the rain has
not subsided it
the road is empty and the leaves scatter
there
jimmy is starting the engine of his motorcycle
his girlfriend met an accident last night
my window is open
since last night and some rain came in but i did not really mind it
i look at myself in the mirror in the bathroom after i have taken my bath
of hot water
my body is another wasted material
my face is like a sinking boat in the water
my eyes like a drowning child
time has judged me like an unforgiving father
to a prodigal son
i have freed myself from some shackles but i have never used
that freedom too well
there are stories of murder and regrets after
and they shall remain always ready to be told
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let The Music Do The Talking
Rock-a-bye baby
If you want to dance
Grab yourself a body
And take a chance
They say one time around
Is all you get
But Im still dancin
So you lost your bet
I got a hardcore mama
With a hot hoochie coo
Make my wheels start spinnin
Like a formula two
I got one for the money
Two for the show
Three for my honey
And four to let you know that i
Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
Cheese cake
Mabye if I take another bite
Im a real fat city
Im an aero delight
Threw out my pipe
And my alcoline
Got a squeaky clean body
And a dirty mind
Im a real fine dancer
Ill be cuttin rug
Got my brand new baby
Shes my brand new drug
Let the music do the talking
(repeat)
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Soul’s relation to body
I love you; who is ‘I’- soul or body?
I won over your heart; you stole my heart.
Heart- do we mean the corporal one?
Soul, the fire, catches the body, the wood.
Soul to soul and body to body, no love sparks.
Soul in body loves soul in body.
Souls or bodies exclusively love not.
Soul and body are not like air and balloon.
Soul and body is like heat and body.
3.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Cant Dance
Hot sun beating down
Burning my feet just walking around.
Hot sun making me sweat
gators getting close, hasnt got me yet
I cant dance, I cant talk.
Only thing about me is the way I walk.
I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling everything.
Blue jeans sitting on the beach,
Her dogs talking to me, but shes out of reach.
Shes got a body under that shirt,
But all she wants to do is rub my face in the dirt.
Cos, I cant dance, I cant talk.
Only thing about me is the way I walk.
I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling.
Oh and checking everything is in place,
You never know whos looking on.
Young punk spilling beer on my shoes,
Fat guys talking to me trying to steal my blues.
Thick smoke, see her smiling through.
I never thought so much could happen just shooting pool.
But I cant dance, I cant talk.
The only thing about me is the way that I walk.
I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling
Oh and checking everything is in place
You never know whos looking on
A perfect body with a perfect face - uh-huh.
No, I cant dance, I cant talk.
The only thing about me is the way I walk.
No, I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling everything.
But I can walk.
No I cant dance.
No no no I cant dance
No I said I cant sing.
But I can walk.
song performed by by Genesis
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To The Other World
try standing naked by this mirror
see yourself to every detail
look closer to your eyes
count the waves of your eyelashes
open your mouth and see how many teeth you have
all white, pure white lining up on your pink gums
feel your lips with your fingertips
feel the pulp the flesh of the lower lip
to the upper lip
touch your hair
do not imagine them all black
closely they are not at all
move a little bit closer and see your body
this beautiful human body
flesh, contours, curves, some muscles
the whole of your skin wrapping
everything in your body holding them all
nothing falls, on this erect body, this
god before you, standing steel-like with dignity
in front of the mirror
do not claim you have seen your soul with your eyes
do not lie
be honest to yourself now,
alone, you are alone, do not imagine
any god, any soul, any spirit,
just be honest,
touch your body with your hands
feel the joy of having this body
your body, pinch a part of it to feel
not pain, but just to feel that you are alive,
do you ever ask what made these parts stay as one?
look again at the mirror of this stature
your body, it is you, touching your body
take a hammer, and destroy the mirror
shatter everything to pieces
this is the world without a mirror
there is nothing to reflect you now
nothing to imagine, it is you, the real you
do you ever ask now, where is that other world?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Face To Face
Run your fingers through my hair and softly kiss my lips
Hold me close in your embrace and love me face to face
Face to face heart to heart body to body
Tingling tangle feelings lovers face to face
Ill caress your body and hold you close to me
Ill slide my hands around your waist and love you face to face
Face to face heart to heart body to body
Lips on lips arm and arm body to body
Tingling tangle feelings lovers face to face
Softly say you love me as you make love to me
No one else can take your place we happen face to face
song performed by by Alabama
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Your Body Is A Wonderland
We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
Discover me
Discovering you
One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue
And if you want love
We'll make it
Swim in a deep sea of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland
Something 'bout the way your hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it
you want love?
We'll make it
Swim in a deep sea of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland
Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland
song performed by by John Mayer from Room For Squares
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Body To Body
Body, body, bo-bo-bo-body, body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
I love the way you make me feel
When you do what youre doing to me, oh
Touching me the way you do, you know, know youve got to feel it too
When you bodys next to mine, youve got me hypnotized
Body to body
Body to body
You know I like the way you do what you do when you do it to me, oh
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
Flowing through this magic night
I love to feel you hold me tight
You are the one thats right for me
You got me feeling tingaly
Share the night with stars above
I think Ive found this thing called love
Fever running through your eyes
You are my heavenly device
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
You opened up the world to me
You changed my life so tenderly
I know you are the only one
Youre brighter than the burning sun
Dont know where youre going to
I dont care as long as Im with you
That certain sparkle in your eyes
Has got me feeling oh so high
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
I like what you do when you do all those things to me
Body to body....
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Facing Myself
do not ask me who i am
whether i have understood this self so well
or yourself
we always reason out
about the mysteries that surround our beings
i will give no answer
silent as a zipper
i close the door of my mouth
and go inside my esophagus
this slimy self that wants to be out
but cannot
in the mirror however
like the sun with so much light
i face myself and
check
this is beautiful i tell myself
i repeat it many times
i close the window of my soul
not wanting that you hear
any of these dialogues
this narcissism of the self unto itself
in the pond of my eyes
the mirror that shows what reflection is there
of the soul to the body
the body that is warm and touched
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Inner Anarchy
Last night,
Last fight,
I'm sick of fighting,
Fighting to breath,
I just want it to stop,
To be done with all this inner anarchy,
My body not wanting to breath any more,
Needing to force it to take deep breaths,
It's a war in side,
My body ready to shut down and die,
But my soul wants to live,
I'm sick with death,
I'm sick with life,
poem by Shadrach Knight
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We Love To Do Bad Behind Walls And When We Go Out We Like To Be Seen Unblemished
out there you are an angel and they always love the softness
of your feathers
the innocence of your angelic face
your coyness
you make them feel so good and holy,
then you go inside your house, close the door and the windows
you remove your pair of wings
lay them on the corner of your resting place
you unlock the secret cover that keeps your
holiness
you remove some parts here and there
and you look at the mirror and smile
how you fool everyone
you rub your body with the usual throbbings
of your truths
comes out the sap of evil that your real body secretes
foul
dirty
pungent
and all these things
you really love to eat when you are left
all alone,
the body of a wolf, the face of the demon,
the tail of a snake
the teeth of the shark
the poison of the tarantula
it is you and your liquids and sap
inside you
everything is evil
tonight you will think of other new thoughts
schemes, ways and manners of projections
for your future
you sleep and dream
accustomed to evil you have killed your conscience
tomorrow, soon,
the people will know, something deep within you
keeps whispering.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Little Secret
Your smile brightens my world
Your eyes glimmer into my soul
Your touch takes my breath away
Your voice is like beautiful music to my ears
Your body is like extremely guarded untouchable gold
That once touched you don't want to let go
Your face is as if I'm looking at an angel
Because that is what you are
An angel on earth and I can treat you that way
The secret is out
I can't hold it in any longer
That I am totally madly in love with you
And have always been
You're the most amazingly beautiful woman
That walk's this planet
I have Given you all the sign's that I know
For you to know you're the girl of my dreams
I don't know what else to say
I don't know what else to do
To make it more clear to you
You are the only girl that holds my heart in her hands
And can do anything she wishes to me and
I will forgive her for any wrong that has been done to me
For you have and hold my little tender heart
That has been broken and bruised many times
If you want to take my heart and use it for the better
Please tell me and I'll be delighted
To assist you in that matter
But please
Please I beg of you don't take it and
Crush it into a million pieces
I think, I wonder, I dream
Are you still that way
I think you are
Well it's more like I hope
I pray you're that way still
For I would be honored to be with you
I would be blessed to feel your soft experienced hands
Explore my willing and ready body
It would mean only a dream come true for me to feel
You're all so tempting body while kissing your tender lips
We could make a fire as long as there are sparks
I can be your little secret and
You could be my little secret
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Night's Rituals
I can feel the river flow
in night-time Tsunami's
washing over me
as I am bath myself
cleansing in my secret thoughts
elevating my gentling soul
amid the ritual of it.
It is a grounding sense I gain.
I feel the centering
that thoughts, mind and soul bring
the yogaing,
the quietude
where the day's vortex
swings into orbit
and quiets itself
all around me.
It may be in the combing of the hair
the bathtub scents
the gentle rustlings
of the bed room sheets
the candle light bent
toward your glowing face
all these
are the gentle anticipations
the bare feet paddings;
the night time scents
which mean the most-
no almost the most-
to me.
Your arms reaching
are really foremost
and I take their meaning
and lie down beside you
in the all Consumming Night.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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