Too Much Thinking
you are like a window
half-open
still in a crisis of whether
to close
or open
or perhaps simply sifting
what wind
shall be allowed to enter
always indecisive
as to what really must be done
tonight
perhaps i am thinking that
much
about you
underestimating that all you wanted
to have
in this sophisticated minding
is just the soft light of the moon
on that window
that is always half-open
and that really
there is nothing much to it
to debate upon
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Breakthrough
I got one two three four
Five, six, six, six
Running round the neighborhood
Perjorative, jinx. he said the grooms
Down on me cuz he ate the rice
It was well intentioned but bad advice
Hell yeah, yeah, yeah
Let it breakthrough, oh let breakthrough [x4]
Open the curtain and let in some sky
Its almost half past two, and you can tell by the light
Open your window, and let in the atmosphere!
Let it breakthrough, oh let breakthrough [x4]
Open the curtain and let in some sky
Its almost half past two, and you can tell by the light
Open your window, and let in the atmosphere!
Let it breakthrough, oh let breakthrough [x4]
I was inverted, I mean converted
I mean I dont understand
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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in my room the window is open
as i sleep tonight
you shall be the moon
as i wait for your shining light
in my room the window is open
come tonight
wrap me with the warmth of the
fullness of your moonlight
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In My Room The Window Is Open
in my room the window is open
as i sleep tonight
you shall be the moon
as i wait for your shining light
in my room the window is open
come tonight
wrap me with the warmth of the
fullness of your moonlight
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If You Only Know I Can Also Make A Love Poem For You
you need not open your door
i know someone lives there
and there is no seat for me
but you may open your window
for tonight i can be the moon
and if he sees me and closes the
window i may look for a crack
a little crack made by this termite
and i can be a hush of the wind
getting in trying to touch your skin
if he seals the crack i may be
part of the rain and i may enter
on some slits of your roof
and still drip on your lock of hair
for with you my love even if
there is no possibility
that i can be with you yet this love
though late can still last a lifetime
finding the ways till it finds you
finally loving and kissing me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Living For The Weekend
I awake eyes half open
Trying to survey the room
Making sense of where I am
A place I know too well
Through the curtains I watch
A half moon cross the sky
While car doors open, close
Engines start and drive away
A train passes into the distance
On the nearby line
I lay there waiting to rise
Shower, dress and catch the bus
Then sit there listen to music
While I stare out the window
Each street, people passing
Its another weekday morning
Another step in the old routine
I reach the office, hang my coat
Switching on the computer
I leave it bleeping into life
Before I make the first coffee of the day
Filtered black and strong, one sugar
Then I sit there sifting through papers
Doing my job nine to five
Till I go home and bed
I live for the weekend
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Window
Open the window's
On the home
New air and light
Come with you...
The sun
The moon
Birds sound
working sound
speaking sound
t.v.radio sound
Around all are
Come and speak to you...
you are ready to
Open the home window?
You are did not
Open the window
your home only
Silint...
But; you are a
Very vailent....! !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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About An Open Window
let me now talk about an open window
the one that lives in that room
where the window is open
be it day or in the dangers of the night
its blackness threatening
it was even rumored that a monster flies
and eats the sweet flesh of women
is a woman, oh, she is as beautiful as
the north star that guides lost pilgrims
oh, she is as sweet as the honey of cultured
bees, she as as tender as treated beef,
her window is always open
waiting for the full moon
to make love to her once a month
when she too is on heat
like a wild, wild beast.
that monster brings the moon
and beastly, the beautiful woman knows what love
is there
by the window that is always kept open
because it fears no one
her lover
the beast, none other.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hope Is An Open Window
(christopher ward/tim tickner/diana ross)
Are we not more than hunger and music
Are we not more than harlequins and horns
Are we not more than color and drums
Are we not more than anger and dance
Give me courage so I can spread it over my face and mouth
Give me courage, give me courage
Give me courage, give me courage
I walk these city streets see the people there
Look into the eyes of quiet despair
And the faces tell a story that words never can
And it falls to everyone of us to try and understand
Out of kindness
One act of grace makes the world we walk a better place
Hope is an open window
Love an open door
To reach out for each other
Is what we came here for
Through an open window
We can see the way
If we hold on to each other, every day
We build walls of suspicion with bars of fears
Tell ourselves well be safe in here
I know more brings us together
Than keeps up apart
First we got to tear down these walls within our hearts
We might be strangers, we can be friends
You and I we both need to let somebody in
Hope is an open window
Love an open door
To reach out for each other
Is what we came here for
Through an open window
We can see the way
If we hold on to each other, every day
Give me courage so I can spread over my face and mouth
We are secret rivers with shaking hips and crests
Come awake in our thunder so that our eyes can see behind trees
Give me courage so I can spread over my face and mouth
Give me courage, give me courage
Give me courage, give me courage
Hope is an open window
Loves an open door
To reach out for each other
Is what we came here for
Through an open window
We can see the way
If we hold on to each other, every day
Hope is an open window
Love an open door
Gotta be there for each other
Is what we sent here for
Through an open window
We can find a way
To love one another
Hope is an open window
Love an open door
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Open Your Box
Open your box,
Open your box,
Open your trousers,
Open your thighs,
Open your legs,
Open, open, open, open, oooh.
Open, open, open, open,
Open your legs,
Open your flies,
Open your ears,
Open your nose,
Open your mouth,
Open, open, open, open, oooh.
Open.
Open your cold feet,
Open, open,
Open, open, open, let's open, let's open the cities.
Open the cities,
Open, open, open the world,
Open, let's open the world.
Open, open, oooh -
Open, open, ooh!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Open Your Box
Open your box,
Open your box,
Open your trousers,
Open your thighs,
Open your legs,
Open, open, open, open, oooh.
Open, open, open, open,
Open your legs,
Open your flies,
Open your ears,
Open your nose,
Open your mouth,
Open, open, open, open, oooh.
Open.
Open your cold feet,
Open, open,
Open, open, open, let's open, let's open the cities.
Open the cities,
Open, open, open the world,
Open, let's open the world.
Open, open, oooh -
Open, open, ooh!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Adage 3
'A good meal ought to begin with hunger.'
French Proverb
one who is full
shall never be full
because he is
to be full
one must be empty again
to be a wall
one must start being a window
blink
and then open your eyes
and then close
each eye
slowly
this is the ritual of days and nights
shuttered existence
close
open
close
open
cl ose
open
fragile tiny hands of a new born baby
beside
the sleeping mother.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sweetest Lie
when i arrive there
the window is closed
i know a shadow
lurking behind it
i sense desire
you peep and i see you
your eyes speak
that i may come inside
the door that
is half open
i do not think that much
i enter the door
and close it behind me
two shadows fade
when the lights are switched off
we feat on such
a beautiful silence
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Room in the Heart
The apartment of the heart
A reserved room of vacant
Every day clean at night
Close the door and switch off light
Somebody wants to occupy
Allowed not me by locked key
Pain and hope of dreamy
One day light up coming with beauty
Descended moon though it disappear
Ascended life dreams in very clear
Gap of space is not so far near
Path through rainbow can visit here
Instant message or constant mail
Will give a surprise to cook tasty meal
Setting the table light up the candle
Finding the way and when rings the bell
Offer the key to open the room of my heart
Will see the picture hung on the wall of white
Touch up the untold secret poetic word
Open the window to come fresh wind
poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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On a hot summer afternoon
On a hot summer afternoon
I open the window and listen
To the flowing wind
Dry leaves on the tree rustle
The atmosphere filled with dust
The sun shines
Emitting tremendous heat
Making the wind hot and severe
Everybody on the street
Runs for shade
Throats dry
Thirst for water increases
Every soul
Search for a glass of cold water
Birds and animal rest in shades
Waiting for the sun to set
I close the window
In a huff
Never to open and feel the wind
On another hot summer afternoon
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Your shop door
I looked at the sign on your shop door
it didnt say open or closed
I tried the handle because I wasnt sure.
Thats why im here inside
Well that and the fact I want some sweats
my dad often goes to the Cafe
and they look at him when ever he eats
he takes a packed lunch
he sits on the seats
there was this one time when he got a punch
it was because he wasnt allowed to buy
they threw him out they give him a black eye
they spat on him and I never knew why.
I looked at the sign on your shop door
it didnt say open or closed
I tried the handle because I wasnt sure.
That cafe he entered was open
and he was not there when the window was broken
he just needed somewhere to sit on a rainy noon
an accent like his?
The roads were his only room.
They're tools? Knives, falks and spoons
His? a shovel, a graft, to dig out the root which so many hold onto.
I pass your shop every day thinking,
'Open or closed to enter I dont know if I want to'.
poem by Daniel McCann
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My Heart's Window
If I will love you, can you soothe all my sorrow
Can you erase doubts and fears that I have
Can you catch all tears falling from my eyes
Will you open the window of my heart
Will you wrap me by the magic of your love
And bind me under the shades of your comfort
Will you show me the beauty of this world
Once you unlocked the window of my heart.
If you can open the window of my heart,
Will you hold and hug me very tight
Will you kiss me to feel the warm of your lips
Can you take care and save my soul tonight
How blissful maybe to stay, to live beside you
How romantic maybe to make love with you
However, all of these things I can only know
Once you unlocked my heart's window.
poem by Catherine Agunat
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Opened Once
(j.buckley)
I once was open, and one with a travelling heart.
I loved this sweet guy.
Just like a fiction rushing in your riverbed,
Arise like applause in my head.
And in the half-light, where we both stand
This is the half-light, see me as I am.
Just like the ocean, always in love with the moon,
Its overflowing now, inside you.
We fly right over the minds of so many in pain
We are the smile of light that brings them rain.
In the half-light, where we both stand
In the half-light, you saw me as I am.
I am a railroad track abandoned
With the sunset fogetting I ever happened,
That I ever happened.
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Fill Me With Your Love
But there are so many
Who dont know the reason
Their lives are wasting away
Just souls without purpose
They wonder in darkness
Without a thought for the day
Well, Im no savior
Im just a window
Through which your sweet love light can shine
So clean out the corners of my darkened pane
And fill me with your love again
Fill me with your love again
Fill me with your love again
I open my heart and soul for you to enter me
And fill me with your love again
Fill me with your love again
Fill me with your love again
I open my heart and soul for you to enter me
And fill me with your love again
I open my heart and soul for you to enter me
And fill me with your love again
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Someday I May Leave You
there will be a time of reckoning
and someday i will have the will to leave
everything like the leaves heaping at the side
of my door, and i will slowly take my
sighs away from the wind beside my window.
do not leave the door half open
for some changes my senses will have no time
for doubts. When i leave, i leave and even if
the monsters and storms in my open sea
shall become unbeatable,
i shall prefer my own sinking
to the deepest part of the ocean
my decent burial grounds.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Didn't You Welcome It To Visit?
When did you close the window?
When did you stop...
Finding the World too real to face?
When did you decide,
You would isolate yourself and hide?
When did you close the window?
When did your disgust...
Encrust a frown upon your smile?
It appears it has been there,
For quite a while.
What will it take,
To replace that with hope?
Don't close the door...
To sit alone and mope!
Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
Tell yourself to stop this self defeat.
It is easier than you think.
If you trust with faith and believe...
You don't need to wallow and weep.
You don't need to share that,
With others you might see who grieve.
Free yourself...
And let that be,
The escape someone else may follow!
You never know who is peeking.
Wishing for one like you...
To lead and show them the way!
Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
Tell yourself to stop this self defeat.
You can!
Didn't you welcome it to visit?
Has it not overstayed,
And made itself too comfortable?
Free yourself...
And let that be,
The escape someone else may follow!
You never know who is peeking.
Wishing for one like you...
To lead and show them the way!
They too may have unwelcomed guests to rid!
Show them how that is done!
Do it now.
Today!
Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
No need to be hospitable,
To something or someone...
That can be stopped.
Whose prisoner are you anyway?
And why is your defeat so much needed?
And to whom is this feeding being pleasingly fed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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