The White Lady In The Dark And Narrow Room....
she tells you
this is a sad news
something in you
is not functioning well
and it must be
removed
invasive, he has to think it over
for weeks
without telling anyone
he goes back to the past
pages of his life
he had lived well enough
and there is nothing
to be changed
he did not come back to the white lady
(how can be so sure of what life
is giving
and for her to simply
eradicate it?)
there is this sense of waiting
for nothing
except that feeling that
sooner
it must be approached
calmly
and gently like a fragile
egg that is handed
to your hand
and then suddenly break
it and end it
quickly
simply because you are too eager
to begin anew
on a clean slate you write your name
you age,
a new place now with someone
you can love
you always believe that there is always
a new beginning
for an old ending.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fragile (demo 1998)
Four o'clock in the morning
I close my eyes and consider you
Is this some kind of warning
To let me know you're just passing through my life?
It's a good place to be
For someone like you to take solace in me
This is my fragile reality
For someone as eager as you
Can break me in threes
And break through my needs
To get to the dirt
You learned how to hurt... me
Six o'clock in the evening
I brush my hair and will you to know
Is this some kind of teasing?
And are you prepared to be half as true as you try,
As you try hard to be?
Someone so cautious and careful and free
And why are you waiting for me?
You're steady and stable and able to be close to me
I'm strapped to my seat
The tables have turned
You know how they burn right through me
Why do you wrestle with my right to be different from you?
Why do you settle for me if it's not what you wanted to do?
I'm fragile too
I'm fragile too
I'm fragile too
Only with you
Four o'clock in the morning
I hold your head and take care of you
Are these symptoms of touring?
Did someone you love leave you black and blue?
Sometime, somewhere I'll never be
Aware of misfortunes and torture and grief
This life is a good place to be
For someone as fragile as you
I'm fragile too
I'm fragile too
I'm fragile too
But only with you
Only with you
I'm fragile too
But only with you
Only with you
I'm fragile too
But only with you
I'm fragile too (7x)
But only with you
Only with you
I'm fragile too
But only with you.
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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The Truth About The Good News
I AM thinking
i agree with what the wind is telling
that from afar
some good news are waiting
and i bloat myself with hope
feeling like cotton
soft and useful
the wind left
and i waited for days for the coming of good news
like a cure for instance
for loneliness
or a miracle for the healing of a friend
who is dying
beside me
hands clasped towards heaven
for the skies to listen
I am thinking that the wind may have simply pitied our situation
and lied
and will not come back and stop
for we will always
remind about him about the good news
I am thinking
there are times when out of pity the ones that come here
say words
that they do not mean
and then
i sit again holding the hands of the dying friend
giving him
the good news from the warmth of my hand
it does not speak of healing
i does not want to remember anything
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The End Of Us
Whats the matter with you I pour my heart out and you cast it away, I give you my world, but like a theft you stole my soul. What went wrong, we use to shine like the sun now its like we're burning by our own solar flares. We mentioned love but why must it be so complicated, for love is never angry but why are we always fighting. Oh darling you changed my life, while I changed yours, but now it is us who need a change from eachother. I never thought we would end like this, I never thought we be this way, we were only growing like a rose, but sadly our thorns came to early, and we perished back to the dust we came from.
For together we feel like god, but apart we realize who we are, mere man with the burden of living life with our headaches, heartbreaks, and especially our stupid mistakes. Now that we have come to our fork in the path never knowing what is coming, and clueless on where we're going, still we walk, why because we don't have a choice, because we can never slow down, because even if we die today who would notice, for as the world was going as we entered it, it will still continued as we leave. So this is my new chapter of my life, a chapter without you, and a man simply looking to find the end of the book, his book, the book of his very life, for life with you isn't a book at all, or a life worth living, simply blank pages in a tablet, ...waiting to be forgotten.
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Waiting For The Time That I Have No More To Say
i am simply waiting
for the time when i have nothing anymore
to say and
then i will just sit there
in the corner looking at the sun
that will no longer rise or set,
not
really static,
it simply passes,
as though nothing happens.
and
when i have nothing more to say
it simply means,
goodbye,
i have freed myself
at last,
from the bondage
of speech from
the opression
of words,
from the anxiety
of the syllable,
from the demands
of certain
letters to finally form
a word,
from the
mandate of a blank slate
searching for
its own meaning
in whatever i speak.
and write
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The One I'm Waiting For
The way that girl can break a heart: It's like a work of art: And this is the worst part: She knows it
And she's so confident: That she's what everybody wants: But nobody wants: Her to know that
So fall back on all of your premonitions: And just learn to listen: To those that have more wisdom than you: And just stop: Putting so much stock: In all of this stuff: Live your life for those you love
And I'm still waiting for: You to be the one I'm waiting for
The way that girl can turn a head: Well she is such a threat: But don't ever forget: She knows it
And she's got it all: All figured out: And she won't let you doubt: She knows it
I'm still waiting for: You to be the one I'm waiting for
Something tells me that this is going to make sense: Something tells me it's going to take patience
Something tells me that this will all work out in the end
song performed by by Relient K
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Absoluteley (Story Of A Girl)
You could be waiting for a day that won't come,
And you could be so much more than you've become.
And I have found my feet 257 weeks,
But you could be waiting for a day that won't come...
You could be waiting for your life to begin,
And you could be so much more than you've been.
And I have found my feet 257 weeks,
You could be waiting for your life to begin,
And it's so sad,
You're so good and I'm so bad!
But you won't see me wasting the best thing I've ever had.
And it's such a shame,
That I can't tell you anything!
You won't hear me still you endear me now!...
Hard to see the window facing forward looking back,
Over years spent tracing wondering how you left your track.
Underwater breathing burns your lungs and breaks your back,
And you could be waiting right here for a day that won't come...
And it's so sad,
You're so good and I'm so bad!
But you won't see me wasting the best thing I've ever had!
And it's such a shame,
That I can't tell you anything!
You won't hear me still you endear me now!...
You could be waiting for your life to begin,
And you could be so much more than you've been.
And I have found my feet 257 weeks,
But you could be waiting for your life to begin...
And it's so sad,
You're so good and I'm so bad!
But you won't see me wasting the best thing I've ever had!
And it's such a shame,
That I can't tell you anything!
You won't hear me still you endear me...
And it's so sad,
You're so good and I'm so bad!
But you won't see me wasting the best thing I've ever had!
And it's such a shame,
That I can't tell you anything!
You wonc
song performed by by Nine Days
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The Photograph
She sat on the platform bench
waiting for a train to arrive.
Waiting to see her brother
who left to start a new life
twenty-five years ago.
She brought a photograph of herself
for him to have when he went back home.
Stillness engulfed the station
as she waited alone there.
The hiss of an old steam train
filled the quiet air
as along the track it came
like a dinosaur from the past
and stopped at the station.
A group of young soldiers
disembarked to stretch their legs
and grab some fresh air.
One young soldier approached her.
He was sixteen if he was a day.
He smiled as he sat beside her.
“You’re a pretty lady.” He said.
“Thank you.” She replied. “Off to fight some battles? ”
“Yes, but I am not really sure where.
They say a lot of us might not be coming back”
“That is sad.” She replied.
“Especially when you have no one
to think of you.”
“You see I am an orphan
and have no family or a girlfriend come to that.
No one to think of me
when the great battles come.”
“Now that is sad, ” She said looking at him.
Then she realized the photograph
for her brother was in her handbag.
She reached in and removed it.
“Take this and think of me
when your great battles come.”
“I will keep it with me always.
Now I must get back on the train.”
As the train whistle blew.
He waved goodbye as the steam engulfed him.
Then the train was gone
as quickly as it had come.
The stillness that had engulfed the station
now dissipated to.
Suddenly there was noise everywhere.
She looked around
as if waking from a dream.
She looked back down the tracks.
The mournful hoot of the electric horn
herald the arriving electric train.
She watched it intensely
as it slowed to stop at the station.
Two passengers alighted,
a man and a woman.
Her brother and his wife.
She greeted them with a smile,
but her brother’s wife looked at her in shock
as if she had seen a ghost.
They hugged one another,
and then left the station
to go to her home.
Arriving at her home
her sister-in-law looked at her again.
“Sorry if I look mystified when I look at you.
I have something I must tell you.
My grandfather before he died
asked me to find any relatives
to a lady in a photograph.
It was given to him
when he was leaving to go to war
over seventy years ago.
He carried it with him everywhere he went.
He said the photograph protected him
like a good luck charm.
He swore one day to return it,
but events made that impossible.
He immigrated when the war was over
and never got the chance.
He wanted to let her family know
of the kind deed she did”
“But that does not explain
the way you looked at me.”
She removed the photograph
and handed it to her.
It was the photograph
she had given the young soldier
only hours before.
9 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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There Is Simply Love for the Feast of Valentine
There is no black love
For the feast of Valentino
There is simply: LOVE.
There is no white love
In the cappuccino
There is simply: LOVE.
Coffee will always be black
Milk is sometimes white
And chocolate on occasion brown.
Mix all three and the ending product
Is just kaleidoscopically divine
Out of this world, almost perfect.
Love has a great mind
That’s why he or she is blind
This is something that is hard to find.
Love has no color
Love has simply great flavor
And great taste like a classic wine.
There is no Negro love
No Caucasian love
And no Hispanic love.
There is simply: LOVE.
poem by Hebert Logerie (February 2012)
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Timeslot
honestly lies of what life, let it go as together
we track the spell, be the moment of perfume
of a golden memory of our stay, now dream that
your the Queen and I am the King forever, an
imagination again face in my heart
I love you, I love you, oh! of what is true in my life
lives me from now on; it will be of no end, and
someone tells that we will meet again, a same
old feeling of never change that ends
you will be back, with a waiting of magic in your
hand and I truly wait in your loving arm, feel my
life, like a true lightning of today's beginning
overflow my life as you’re true, just for you and
you alone.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Grey Lady Of The Sea
(lebon)
Youve whispered out loud
But your breeze doesnt bend
Were lying in the palm of your hand
No land we see, no place to be
The salt of your tears, adds stain to our hearts
Theres no long years can tear us apart
Our futures entwined with your past
Because when we lie awake
Well be thinking of you
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
Bravado is all but gone
And patience is down
You scared us and youve turned us around
But you wont let us drown
Because when we lie asleep
Well be dreaming of you
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
So answer us when we call
And say if you think were old
When life is so short we can stay long
But youll never be alone
Because one day well return
Well be waiting for you
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Love Comes Quickly
Sooner or later, this happens to everyone
To everyone
You can live your life lonely
Heavy as stone
Live your life learning
And working alone
Say this is all you want
But I dont believe that its true
cause when you least expect it
Waiting round the corner for you
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
You can live a life of luxury
If thats what you want
Taste forbidden pleasures
Whatever you want
You can fly away to the end of the world
But where does it get you to?
cause just when you least expect it
Just what you least expect
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
I know it sounds ridiculous, but speaking from experience
It may seem romantic, and thats no defense
Love will always get to you
Sooner or later, sooner or later, this happens to everyone
To everyone
You can fly away to the end of the world
But where does it get you?
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
(oooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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My Wonderful Beautiful Lady Has Golden Eyes
Your angel eyes cursed me from the first time I met you
Your eyes have magic made me follow you simply
Your eyes colors stolen the color of the honey
Because the color of your eyes its gold
Your eyes shining in the night same the stars in the sky
I had never seen like you in whole the world
On all these specifications in you is not finished yet because you are unlimited in the beauty
Your long blond hair is very awesome
When the air plays with your blond hair & its fly when you are walking
Oh my god
I'm dying on this section of your beauty
Your awesome beauty chasing me everywhere I go
I can't remove you from my head simply
I see your picture always in front of my eyes
You burned fire inside my heart
I woke up on a dream I can't tolerance it simply
I can't tolerance your love simply
You are very hard love on me
But at the end I must accept it because this is my fate
May be I can't do everything for you that you want
But I have a white romantic heart it's for you only
So please except this heart that it's in your hands
I don't have money but I have this heart
I can give you only the real love in whole your life
But I can't build castles in the air & all suddenly fail down on the ground
This is me my lovely lady
The answer is up to you
I'm waiting for your answer
I became a romantic poet because of you
I became a famous poet & everybody know my love for you how its looks like
I loved you from the first time I met you
You are always in my head & I had never forget you for a while
I will still love you forever in whole my life
To my last day of my life
To my death day
You are my first love & my last love in whole my life forever, forever
Sincerely
Your Lover Forever In Whole Your Life
The Romantic Man
Ali Sabry
A.W.O.L.
Maybe it's not over yet
Somewhere inside him there must be some
New dream awaiting to topple the rest
When he finds himself
Feeling alive yet alone
Maybe the best he can get is still out of his reach
Ran from the life that he hates
Hoping to find some new beginning
Abandoned the future they gave and
Took away knowing what they would say
Destined to rise above all of the
Simplified answers they gave him
Back there when surrounded by
Love he could not make sense
Of feeling alive yet alone
Maybe the best he can get is
Simply burned by fate
Yet he knows he's the champion of the planet
But he's told he was wrong for somehow deciding to...
song performed by by Yellowcard from One For The Kids
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Nothing's Changed...
this afternoon i was driving my car
back home. And i was thinking something
that may change my life
totally.
i wish i can tell you since you are part of the
picture. Your face is a painting of so many words.
Life with you has been tinted. The colors simply
disappear at the first sigh of the coming of my night.
sometimes, i stop the car along the shore
and there is little hut there where i can rest and sit for a moment.
as usual it is the sea that keeps on talking.
there are so many reasons, so many
why i do not have to tell you about this.
and then i drive my car back home and meet you.
another beginning
of another life, and as usual the conclusion is that
nothing must be changed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Answer From Two Daughters When Asked How Is Their Mom
their mom has terminal cancer.
and i ask the younger daugher, how is mommy?
she says on the phone, ' she is doing fine. we are are the airport
and waiting for our 3 p.m. flight back home'
and the older daugher's answer to the same question:
' mommy has breast c, and she is feeling the pain
...she's not entertaining the option of invasive surgery, , ,
or the costly chemotheraphy.. the doctor is giving her
some options...but she's definit.. she simply wants to be home
and be with her dog and garden... she does not change
her mind... she's definite... God's will...
let us pray for her. Regards to you and Em.'
Got it. Progenies coming from the same source of genes,
sometimes are different. How does one see a tragedy?
or an end to something? how does one treat someone dying?
i may tell the truth. Who knows? I may not too. Who knows?
Tragic really.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I could not, at any age, be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on. Life was meant to be lived. Curiousity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.
quote by Eleanor Roosevelt
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I wrote a lot of stuff quickly: pages and pages of notes that seemed pretty incoherent at first. Most of it was taken from the radio because -suddenly being a parent- I'd be confronted by the radio giving a news report every hour of the day.
quote by Thom Yorke
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How To Write A Novel
How to write a Novel
I like to write a book, any book as long as it has my name on the cover.
A one day course, how to write a novel. The course leader, a published
writer, wore a long dress but I could see her ankles, they were beautiful
and much younger than the rest of her. Dyed, red hair, face very pale,
presumable from sitting in all day writing how-to books.
Beginning, middle and an end, yes, like life, capricious in the middle,
the ending tends to write itself. Sudden endings are best, run over by
a bus, or a train crash, where cell phones go on ringing in the broken
interior. Then silence. Long ending are best being avoided, hospital bed
pages after pages, endless days, exhausted relatives.
Lovely ankles, did she paint her toenails red? She wore flat shoes
sensible for any woman over fifty. Classroom empty, they had all gone
out for lunch, I went to the pub and stayed there. Beginning, middle and
an ending, what more is there to know?
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Lady in White
Lady in White
By: Adam M. Snow
She stares at me benevolently with her baby blue eyes.
How beautiful she looks, that lady in white.
I try to go on my way, but I hear her gentle cries.
I reached out to help her, but she simply vanished in the night.
Who is this that they call 'Ghost? ' my lovely Lady in White;
and do you know? Could you tell me why does my Lady cry?
Where upon nightfall approaches;
returned to the splintered bridge, where portraits my Lady in White;
only to find her crying, waiting for her lost love.
Truly this is an undesirable sight;
tears fall as she gaze essentially at stars above.
I only wish I could help her, my lovely Lady in White;
to lead her home into the light;
truly it can only be by her might.
I must go on my way and leave my Lady behind.
She's there to stay crying; waiting for her love to return.
Though my heart, I feel her tears fall upon.
From my Lady, there's so much that I learn;
that love never dies, it just lives on.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Father
as father begs, the son in a compromise
goes with him in that dome
where there are candles
some have already burned themselves
and some have just been lighted
by the hand of the caretaker.
there had been so many misunderstandings
unresolved anger
the son keeps the hate as the father keeps
the silence
there is no available explanation
there is simply none to mention
for the moment
the father looks behind and tells the son
i am of the past
my candle melted to the ground
there is no rekindling
the father points to him another candle
about to end its life
and he tells the son, that is yours
the father is talking about a life of the past
and the shrinking future
the son now must explain too
how hate kept him
there is no explanation
there is simply nothing to mention
the candles melt to the ground
offering a smoke as left-over of its short existence
that is the only possible explanation
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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