We Bury Our Burdens
we carry a sack
full of everything
the trivial and not so trivial
to the others
which we sometimes
deem to be
important
we start cramping things
in a small pack
a pair of shoes, a plaque,
a bat, white polo shirt,
underwear, the certificates,
some poems even
a book about
romance with some
molds on the hard cover
where shall i bury all these things?
for i am moving to
another place
this morning
i wait for the high tide
or which comes first
the dusty early morning
on the road
this cranky motor vehicle
bound for the
dry mountain
where a hole is ready
tagging a shovel
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Chi
Pain!
Buried so far away. into my life of nothing
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
I am so high always. burying my life so slowly.
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
It opens my mind to feelings. cant face bottom without something.
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
Re-entering my head, feeling like Im god
With the world around me, cant you feel this pain?
Ripping through my heart!
Screaming through my mind!
Nothing I can kill!
Screaming a...
Lie! i! am!
Cant you tear my eyes out?
Cant you take my heart?
Away to heart
Good-bye...
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole this big
So I dig a hole this...
Pain, pain, pain...
song performed by by Korn
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Icebox
Stay until
You're sure that i'm asleep
Warm safe and very still
Give all my things away
Just wait until tomorrow
Bury me in sorrow
Cover me in joy
Every afternoon i wasted being mad at You
The things I never said
The things I can't say tomorrow
Bury me in sorrow
Cover me in joy
After death i'll think of You somehow
I'll have an eternity to think about tomorrow
I beg of You tomorrow
Bury me in sorrow
Cover me in joy
song performed by by Nada Surf from High/Low
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Early In The Morning
Early in the morning and I cant get right
Had a little date with my baby last night
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Now its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to all the places where we used to go
Went to your house but you dont live there no more
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to your friends house but she was out
Knock on your fathers door and he began to shout get out there boy
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to doogie chain to get something to eat
Waiter looked at me and said you sure look beat
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
song performed by by Van Morrison
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She Is In Love
she is in love, how can i not notice it?
she wakes up early, goes into her garden
and sings a beautiful song, very early this morning.
she waters her roses, and feeds the chickens.
she cooks breakfast. The eggs are fresh.
The meat well cooked and so tasty.
The coffee smells the aroma of coffee.
What else?
The room is clean, the kitchen so well kept.
My polo shirt is ready, my socks, handkerchief,
my underwear, my shoes, my tie, they're all
placed on bed for me to wear today.
The room smells with perfume
Her favorite, Victoria's secret.
She kisses me twice now, and another one
before i leave.
Life is beautiful, she repeats it again and again.
She stays in the house now. No travels this time.
No loafing with friends.
Tell me that i am conceited.
She is still in love with me. Now on our 12th year of marriage.
I look again at our wedding ring. The tiny diamond there still glitters.
Against the sunlight. Against all the odds.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Leave Those Cranky People Alone
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
Leave those cranky people,
Seeking nothing but an evil.
You,
Just...
Leave those cranky people alone!
When you answer your telephone,
To stop a constant ringing.
Just leave those cranky people alone.
And all you hear is whining,
With a blues heard singing.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Don't condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to own it!
Leave those people alone.
Don't,
Condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to even own it!
Leave those people alone.
When nothing but complaints,
Drop out of their mouths.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Keep your mind freed from heating.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you dare accept their beating.
Leave those people alone.
When you feel a headache brewing,
And you don't know what to do.
Hey..
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here Comes Yet Another Day
Here comes yet another day, creeping through my window.
Drank myself to sleep last night, beer stains on my pillow.
I gotta pull my things together,
The night can last forever.
Here comes a new dawn, here comes a new day
Tune up start to play, just like any other day.
Cant stop, cant be late, mustnt make the people wait.
Cant even comb my hair or even change my underwear,
Here comes a new dawn, here comes a new day,
Tune up start to play, just like any other day.
There goes another night, here comes another flight,
Cant stop gotta go, here comes yet another show.
Gotta pack up my clothes, brush my teeth, blow my nose.
No time to use the john, gotta keep a rollin on.
Here comes a new day, here comes a new stage,
Tune up start to play, just like any other day.
Made a lot of conversation, talked a lot of weather,
I hope we meet again some day, and spend some time together.
No time for affection,
Im moving in a new direction.
Here comes a new dawn, here comes a new day,
Tune up start to play, just like any other day.
Cant stop, cant be late, mustnt make the people wait.
Cant stop to comb my hair or even change my underwear.
See that morning break, oh lord, here comes yet another day,
Here comes a new dawn, here comes a new day
Tune up start to play, just like any other day.
song performed by by Kinks
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Politics is the diversion of trivial men who, when they succeed at it, become important in the eyes of more trivial men.
quote by George Jean Nathan
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Politics is the pursuit of trivial men who, when they succeed at it, become important in the eyes of more trivial men.
quote by George Jean Nathan
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The Main And The Peripheries
sometimes i am amazed at my own irrationality
i set the bread and butter aside today
telling myself i have enough of the ham and the bacon
in my freezer,
there will be no office, there will be no class,
there will be no conferences, no discussions about the future
of my light and darkness
i take the slipper and set aside the shoes
i fold the tie and the white underwear
the coat is hanged, and the wool is returned to the sheep
the leather is promised to the crocodiles and the snakes
the fur to the fox and the gold back to the holes of the earth
i leave the slippers and the hat and even the polo shirt
i change my mind and i do not care
i go naked to the fields of my youth
and then i rest my body under the morning sun
all exposed to the light and air
and think of you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How To Drive?
Wait, wait, wait,
let yourself wait,
be ready to learn driving,
vehicle up to date.
darling vehicle up to date.
Always start car o' expert with care.
Otherwise, would find some thing,
Uneasy, unfair.
keep clutch in hand,
never accident,
pass away you very slowly,
until it may faint.
hate, hate, hate,
fast driving hate.
be ready to learn driving,
vehicle up to date.
Vehicle:
see this one is gate kaveri,
this one kutubminar.
see every thing nude darling,
while driving car.
Vehicle: I want enjoy heaven,
carry on so fast,
would that! we were queen and king,
forever no last.
haste, haste, haste,
make darling, haste.
if you get down so sooner,
who will compensate.
I need a fast driver,
don't drive me slow.
take energy-pills,
darling, your energy low!
keep mind my word,
I'm too forward,
until you are not trained,
I won't like you wait.
hate, hate, I hate,
I don't like you wait,
be ready to learn driving,
Vehicle up to date.
poem by Rani Madhubala
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We Dug A Hole
His head is a big black hole
full of big black things
and it sucks so hard
you could never against the mud
Sugar plum, no ones ever seen anything come
ouch, what a travesty, what a sad fate
someone get a band-aid please
we gotta get this guy a machine for his cranium
I mean I don't need
maybe I don't hear what i need
this never really goes anywhere
We dug a hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
We dug a hole
And put our heads in
This winter they come too quick and broad
with not enough hot spiced cider or cinnamon toast
you never think you know this but when you got a dead start
sucking up both times in your brain
things start to change
and for the record let me say
its not his fault that things never change
the summer is always too short
and still they broke up for a guy with a black hole in his head
and you'll never meet him anyway
We dug a hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
We dug a hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
(We dug a hole)
song performed by by Ok Go
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950. Mother, Demolish my identity! Let me go out of ego cover! 240208
Amma,
As a floating balloon traps air from atmosphere
My little self is ensnared by ‘I’ encircling sphere!
Prick the wall! Let the air out to be one with sky
Crush the ‘I’! Let the self out to be one with thy!
As a floating sealed earthen pot of water in Ganges
My identity blocks all way that self with Self mergence
Break the pot! Let the water mingle with Holy River
Demolish my identity! Let me go out of ego cover!
As the charismatic silence is being the language of Love
Why the stupid mind is always engaged chattering loud?
As blissful state is my true nature in vigilance full
Why am I chased by sorrow pertained to body small?
As the ever expanding space is my dwelling place
Why am I bound in a fragile body with nine holes?
As all the objects under universe ever belong to me
Why am I after trivial things, bound by senses five? 240208
poem by Raman Savithiri
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No, the Mirror Is Not Broken
Trivial
A proclamation left unheard
A nihilist facing charges of murder
Trivial
A prayer left unanswered
An atheist born into the world
Trivial
Brought beneath a feet of debt
Pushed to the edge
I am the answer but nobody will sway
Not my God, for he is dead
Not my family, for they are miles away
Not my lover, for she hates me
I can see the end of the earth
There is an onslaught of miss-happenings
It would seem that these
Are
Ones which will never come to life
Trivial
poem by Brandon Nothing
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Early Morning Rain
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved one so
In the early morning rain with no place to go
Out on runway number nine big 707 set to go
But I'm stuck here on the grass where the cold winds they do blow
And where whiskey was and bars and the women they were fine
There she goes my friend, she rolling down at last
Here the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly
There the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time
This old airport's got me down it ain't no earthy good to me
Because I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I can be
You can't hop a jet plane like you can a railroad train
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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We Start
we start
as usual and as
what they always tell us
and what we also do
from the beginning
like a lazy waking up
in the morning
and we stretch our arms
like a cat yawning
and we move through the
day till noontime
and we work so hard
earning our bread and butter
and leaving so many
other important things
behind us
until we reach this
darkness of our lives
where our flesh
surrenders
and the bone gets
lonelier each hour
and then we reach the
end when we ask
where are we
and why?
sadness
seals what we
once left open
locking in
everything we
should have done
that early morning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hand Luggage
Always carry a new pair of socks
When you start on a long plane ride
Bring a book that is sacred to you
Herbal sleeping aids
A picture of your child
To put by your side
Between medicine and memory
You will find what you need to survive
In the pressurized hours
You will think of Dad's advice:
Remember the cost of every thing
Find out the truth about belief
If there's some religion that you need
Create it for yourself
If you want to build anything
Start right at the start
And just when the sweet world is winning
The lessons of life come at you hard....
That's when you wake up in your seat
In a sweat, spilling the coffee
Wishing there was a clean shirt
In your hand luggage
To cover up your heart.
poem by Frank Bana
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I'm Bound To Pack It Up
Ive thought about it for a while
and Ive thought about the many miles
but I think its time that Ive gone away
the feelings that you have for me
have gone away its plain to see
and it looks to me that your pulling away
Im gonna pick it up
Im gonna pick it up today
Im bound pack it up
Im bound pack it up and go away
Ive found it hard to say to you
that this is what I have to do
but there is no way that Im gonna stay
there are so many things you need to know
and I wanna tell you before I go
but its hard to think of just what to say
Im gonna pick it up
Im gonna pick it up today
Im bound pack it up
Im bound pack it up and go away
Im sorry to leave you all alone
youre sitting silent by the phone
but wed always known there would come a day
the bus is warm and softly lit
and a hundred people ride in it
I guess Im just another running away
Im gonna pick it up
Im gonna pick it up today
Im bound pack it up
Im bound pack it up and go away
song performed by by White Stripes
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Grandma's Wedding Shoes
I’m getting ready
For the garage sale tomorrow.
My grandma passed away
A few weeks ago.
She was a collector of things
You would never know.
I am thinking to sell.
Her pair of wedding shoes
She wore one morning
Sixty years ago
Walking slowly
In a long tailed wedding gown,
Holding a bouquet of flowers in her one hand
While her father held her other hand,
Soon to be given away to her beaux,
Walking beside her, proud, smiling,
In a wedding tuxedo.
Could she have wildly imagined then,
Thirty years later,
Her unwed daughter
Would give me up for adoption
Shortly after I was born?
My mom, a poor mother,
Could not face rasing me up.
I look at the pair of shoes,
They still look new to me.
She saved them as a treasure
In the original box, tucked
Under her wedding grown,
In her old leather suitcase
Made in some small,
Now a non-existent Texas’ town.
The shoes are high heeled,
Light brown, each with two leather straps
To go around ankles,
Some sort of a hybrid
Of dress shoes and sandals,
High fashion luxury of grandma’s days.
I look at them again
And I change my mind.
I will not sell them,
They are worth a fortune to me.
Sixty years ago,
After, “ I do, I do”,
The choir boy rang
the wedding bells
On top of the steeple.
That moment, my grandma
Was wearing these shoes.
poem by Ravi Kopra
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Coming Back....
pressing the orange.
it is not you that feels the pain
or the
pressure.
someone else does it for you
as you watch
when he twists his fingers and his face
but you
have other things to see
with the gladness of your
heart.
she sings a song early this morning
after she bathes herself
in extreme coldness
and i wonder why she did not use the hot shower.
it is the coldness of the morning
that makes her sing
as i still put myself under the thick cover
of a thick blanket.
this denial.
early shall she move out.
no word is wasted.
do not ask the meaning of moving out
it can be painful
reinvent the word, coming back, redefine it.
who knows?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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End Of The Road
There was peace and quiet for me
Down the walk, beside the sea
Things are going wrong, boy
Things are going wrong
I used to wake up in the morning
To the sound of the birds singing at my window
Please wait for me
Ill be there at the end of the road
Now the good things gone with the wind
Its back today, Ive moved away
Things are going wrong, boy
Things are going wrong
I used to wake up in the morning
To the sound of the birds singing at my window
Please wait for me
Ill be there at the end of the road
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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