We Like To Change Somehow
between our two houses
is a high wall and what
we see are only
the tips of trees when
we climb the stairs
and stay on top
between us is this old
feeling of envy
the anger that we have
inherited from our
origins and then we
claim that we are too busy
to resolve them we do not
bother talking about them
and so the houses stand tall
and proud as they are
our defenses against
our craving for
oneness
the walls are guards
of our weakness our
longing to call ourselves
with our very own
names
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Forever
You fear the reaper staring in the night
Now he calls for blood
You stole the secret of his tender heart
There is no return
Here the call
Don't want to fall
Stand proud stay true
Stand tall forever
The quest for battle it will always hunt You down Why can't You see
The wind is blowing rain is falling down on you you're far from home
Here the call
Don't want to fall
Stand proud stay True
Stand tall forever
Inside Your mind You are searching for the truth it's plain to see
There have always been two sides of every tale you don't want to fail
Here the call
Don't want to fall
Stand proud stay true
Stand tall forever
song performed by by Zonata
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Empire State Human
Since I was very young I realised
I never wanted to be human size
So I avoid the crowds and traffic jams
They just remind me of how small I am
Because of this longing in my heart
Im going to start the growing up
Im going to grow now and never stop
Think like a mountain, grow to the top
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if Im not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow
Because Im not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if Im not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow
Because Im not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
With concentration
My size increased
And now Im fourteen stories high
At least!!
Empire state human
Just a bored kid
Ill go to egypt to be
A pyramid
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if Im not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow
Because Im not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if Im not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow
Because Im not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
Brick by brick
Stone by stone
Growing till hes fully grown
Brick by brick
Stone by stone
Growing till hes fully grown
Fetch more water
Fetch more sand
Biggest person in the land
Fetch more water
Fetch more sand
Biggest person in the land
song performed by by Human League
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All Fall Down (feat. George Jones)
(Ron Peterson/Harlan Howard)
Castles tall
Houses small
Left alone
All fall down
Dreams so clear
Disappear
Without a sound
All fall down
Lovers meet
Lovers quarrel
Lonely boy
Lonely girl
I lost him
And I have found
Dreams like walls
All fall down
All fall down
All fall down
She don't want me to call her
And she's told me not to bother comin' round
All fall down
All fall down
When you take a love for granted like I did
You're bound too see it all fall down
Castles tall
Houses small
Left alone
All fall down
Dreams so clear
Disappear
Without a sound
All fall down
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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All Fall Down
(ron peterson/harlan howard)
Castles tall
Houses small
Left alone
All fall down
Dreams so clear
Disappear
Without a sound
All fall down
Lovers meet
Lovers quarrel
Lonely boy
Lonely girl
I lost him
And I have found
Dreams like walls
All fall down
All fall down
All fall down
She dont want me to call her
And shes told me not to bother comin round
All fall down
All fall down
When you take a love for granted like I did
Youre bound too see it all fall down
Castles tall
Houses small
Left alone
All fall down
Dreams so clear
Disappear
Without a sound
All fall down
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Empty Old Houses
Empty Old Houses
Empty old houses can talk…
But one must know how to listen…
to hear them
Empty old houses have stories…
But one must be eager to listen…
to hear them
Empty old houses can suffer..
But one must have empathy …
To feel it
Empty old houses can feel pain
But one must be able to bear it …
To feel it
Empty old houses have memories
But one must believe … that they have…
To share them
Empty old houses contain people’s lives
But one must believe…that they do…
To share them
Empty old houses can seem dead and deserted
But one must know that they’re not..
To know them
Empty old houses can teem with life’s pleasures
But one must walk through
to sense the aura of life
Empty old houses abound in life’s treasures
But one cannot help but…
To admire them
poem by David Whalen
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The Wall
I've hit a wall that I have to climb,
a wall I have to scale.
It frightens me as I look at it
and yet I know without fail
that many have slowly ascended it
but not without some scratches.
Scratches are small reminders
that occur as you climb a little higher.
They bleed for a time and give you concern
and you rest because you tire.
The rest is healing, the time you need
to see the wall get smaller.
When you reach the top and feel the thrill
of how you kept on going,
the climb itself is exhilaration
and the satisfaction in knowing
that no wall is too high, too high to defy.
It's a wall where fear was growing.
Walls don't stand forever.
They can be taken down.
One brick at a time you dismantle it
and then look back around.
It's no longer there. It's behind you now.
You've ascended to higher ground.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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This Is My Heart Talking Now
(lewis anderson/jason sellers)
I know how much Ive hurt you
Trying to stand my ground
Raising my voice building defenses
While trying to tear yours down
I want you so much, I need you so near
Please dont give up til I make that clear
Cause
This is my heart talking now
No anger, no ego, no pride
This is my soul reaching out
With all that Im feeling inside
The words that Ive spoken
They left your heart broken
They came out wrong somehow
But this is my heart
This is my heart talking now
Maybe youre certain its over
Maybe I cant change your mind
Mabe me saying Im sorry
Will just seem a waste of time
But I couldnt bare if you walked away
Not knowing for sure that
I love you this way
This is my heart talking now
No anger, no ego, no pride
This is my soul reaching out
With all that Im feeling inside
The words that Ive spoken
They left your heart broken
They came out wrong somehow
But this is my heart
This is my heart talking now
This is my heart
This is my heart talking now
song performed by by Wade Hayes
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Empty Houses
I
THERE’S not a person in the street,
This merry-making summer day!
The houses stand in dull array;
No profit on their doors to beat,
For all their owners are away.
The gardens blossom white and red
All solitary in the sun,
Save where some timid creatures run;
Secure across the lawns to tread,
No human dangers here to shun,—
Since men have gone on holiday;
Have left the still, suburban street
For that wide park, where people meet
In pleasures till the eve is grey.
Oh, but the home-coming is sweet!
II
There’s not a person in the street
Where wandering in grief I go.
These strange small houses, set in row,
Send out no human form to greet,
No busy footfalls to and fro.
Tall poplars raise their shafts beside;
And mingled shades and sunbeams bless
God’s Acre, in its quietness—
God’s town, where men are drawn to bide
Untroubled by the world’s distress.
There comes no opening of the gate,
Though to my friend I plead and pray.
‘Patience!’ the trees and sunbeams say.
‘Here only empty houses wait,
While souls are keeping holiday.’
poem by Mary Colborne-Veel
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Ironic
Looking out into the streets...
All pass me by never a second glance. I see what I am...
I can't see myself standing here.
I can't really remember a time... being happy more than a day or three.
I can't really say I've been truly liked, respected or loved in my time of living.
Just existing to be laughed at, ridiculed, spat upon, name calling.
bitter words said, and ment. True feelings of hate
have come to light, surfaced upon so many lips, In that time and this.
I stand tall and build another wall, and look in my closet at the other walls I have torn down...
I will recycle the pieces of those walls to help build this one even bigger.
No one will climb over; no one will care to climb over to see.
I will not climb over.
No one sees me.
You will not see me.
poem by Jill Laughlin
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You Who Say You Do Not Love Nature
You who say that you do not love Nature I wonder about you I do
'Tis sad to think you are not a rare one there are many others like you
You claim that Land for Wildlife should be developed for houses and the old growth trees on them cut down
We are in need of far more houses to add to the size of the town
You do not understand about Nature develop or perish you say
The Greenies you say you do not like of progress they stand in the way
If everybody felt as you do we would have a World without trees
And we would not have any birdsong only pollution blowing in the breeze
We need greenies far more than we need your type the Greenies Nature do defend
And the creatures of Nature in trouble at present they need every friend
With climate change and habitat destruction many species are becoming rare
The World could do with far less of your type and far more of the environmentally aware
You who say you do not love Nature material gains at Nature's expense you pursue
You are an unenlightened person and to your higher self you cannot be true.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Could Have Been
so many excuses
one sighs one day back in his hometown
when every street changed already
new houses built
old houses gone
you do not not recognizes
those old faces anymore
new names now
a heart beats for something
that it cannot understand
a nostalgia taunts you
for not having
achieved what should have
been you
like some of them
who got their names
at some
islands of limelight
an engineer in manila
raking much money
an accountant in her
finance tower
a fashion designer now
making it big
in the Big Apple
and you?
if it were not for Papa
i could have been the best
writer in the city
of Sunrises
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Part Of The Queue
Suddenly I found that I lost my way in the city
Streets in the thousands all the colours bleed into one
Fall down heaven wont help me
Call out no one would hear
All of a sudden I lost my outta the city
Stand tall
Stand proud
Every beginning is breaking its promise
I'm having trouble just finding some soul in this town
The names and the faces in the places they mean nothing to me
Cos all they can do to be part of the queue in this town
Fall down heaven wont help me
Call out no one will hear
People tomorrow they say well I say what a pity
Stand tall
Stand proud
Every beginning is breaking its promise
I'm having trouble just finding some soul in this town
Stand tall
Stand proud
Every beginning is breaking its promise
I'm having trouble just finding my soul in this town
Finding my soul in this town
Keep on trying
song performed by by Oasis
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Expectedly
houses are strong
and well insulated
in your
hinterland
but mine is on top
of the hill
kissed by the sun
it is open to the
air
they come and go
and come again
this is the house without
doors and stairs
a house deprived of
windows
and peeping holes
and cracks and
slits
this is the house of the
sun
the earth loves it
its body attached
to the grass
it has no pillars
but trees
no roof but clouds
no walls but spaces
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Scenic Route
For Lucy, who called them "ghost houses."
Someone was always leaving
and never coming back.
The wooden houses wait like old wives
along this road; they are everywhere,
abandoned, leaning, turning gray.
Someone always traded
the lonely beauty
of hemlock and stony lakeshore
for survival, packed up his life
and drove off to the city.
In the yards the apple trees
keep hanging on, but the fruit
grows smaller year by year.
When we come this way again
the trees will have gone wild,
the houses collapsed, not even worth
the human act of breaking in.
Fields will have taken over.
What we will recognize
is the wind, the same fierce wind,
which has no history.
poem by Lisel Mueller
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Let Me Talk
Maurice white, verdine white, larry dunn, al mckay, ralph johnson & philip bailey
Fifty million voices mumbling from the street
Talking about the 80s and who it will mistreat
Now, joseph worken hardy, checkin out the jive
Glancing at his pocketbook, inflation is alive
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
Miss sophisticated, your nose up in the air
Trying to find excitement, in the labels that you wear
Now, I may disappoint you, with the thins I say
But deep inside, a message burns withing me everyday
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
Were all the same, with different names
Will you play your role, just as youre told
Let me talk, let me talk, let me talk, let me talk
Wont you come on down, put your feet on the ground
Get in touch with you, let your love come thru
World automotives chase the arab wheel
Partnerships on nuclear, trying to make a deal
Where does it all lead to
Im sure the question flows,
Thru many minds around the world
Im sure nobody knows
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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My Back Is Up Against A Wall
My back is up against a wall,
And...
I'm feeling I must stand tall,
But...
I am not the one in need,
To...
Prove this ability.
When...
My back is up against a wall,
And...
I'm feeling I must stand tall,
But...
I am not the one in need.
I'm dripping sweat and I feel wet from the heat!
It's not difficult for me to admit,
Or to show that I have fears that will not quit...
But,
I'm suppose to be one brave.
And...
Not show at all that I am shaking.
It's not difficult for me to admit,
Or to show that I have fears that will not quit...
But,
I'm suppose to be one brave.
And...
Not show at all that I am shaking.
My back is up against a wall,
And...
I'm feeling I must stand tall,
But...
I am not the one in need,
To...
Prove this ability,
When...
My back is up against a wall,
And...
I'm feeling I must stand tall,
But...
I am not the one in need.
I'm dripping sweat and I feel wet from the heat!
My back is up against a wall.
And...
My back is up against a wall.
Yes...
My back is up against a wall.
And...
My back is up against a wall.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Letter To Mother
Receive greetings mother
Whole i hope you are
Did the doctor treat thee?
Hope he stopped disturbance
Pain had occupied you
It made you thin
Do i call it slim?
My journey was safe
The sun city received me
It had lost me in
I was swallowed by people
This was until sunset
The city is big
Mother, i saw houses!
Not like ons at the village
They touch the sky
And have moving things
They climb to the top
I think to the heavens
Then to the bottom mother
Jacob took me to one
I was frightened
It never grow dark mother
When the sun runs away
There are lights all over
Bright as the sun
And the people never change
Morning as the night
They never go to their houses
The city is very busy
Remember Koya's words?
He told of the city evils
Mother, i have seen death
I even contemplated one
Robbers had attacked us
They took away everything
Mother, even my teeth
I thought of dying
Life was difficult then
City life
Worry not!
Am a man of your womb
I work hard daily
Change came yesterday
It brought a stool
And will stay for long mother
I can now buy tea and bread
Not forgetting a daily newspaper
Mother,
Everyone has someone
My eyes have been open
And i have seen a lovely girl
She carries all beauty
My heart is no longer mine
It belongs to her
She stole it away
My body has been feeling weak
The knees cannot withstand her
They always collapse
Is this how you felt mother
When daddy was wooing you?
The girl has made me write
She is not one of ours
Her language is different
But her colour is as yours
I know she is like you
Do not dissatisfy my point
Mother, accept her as she is
Allow me to go mother
Because i have to
My pen has felt tired
Let me go and strengthen it
Do not forget the full stop
I will start there next time
Am not yet finished mother
That girl is wonderful
I wont stop talking
I will always write it to you
My heart has loved
I will be back to you soon.
poem by John Muthoni
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My Anger
My anger wants to kill.
My anger wants to spill.
My anger wants to smash a wall.
My anger wants to make someone feel small.
My anger makes me carve my skin.
My anger is locked up within.
My anger is fierce and fatal.
My anger isn't stable.
When my anger is out stay away.
Because my anger destroys everything in its way.
poem by Jean Pullman
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the old houses of Vigan
the old houses
claim their right
not not be changed
they shiver when
you touch
any of their
walls
they fear that you
may soon change
your mind
and proclaim
that beauty lives
in new
creations
you ask yourself
if truth is truer
when tested by the
fading of time
or its ultimate
disappearance upon
the cajolery of
recent promises
the truth frowns upon
you
you are late
and you walk upon the
shallowness of
those reddish bricks
the old houses are howling
with the winds of
change
they have outlived fire
and played on those
earthquakes and
floods
you walk away
and you simply let them be
beautiful in their own ways
magnificent
in those dresses of
cracking paints
they still look regal
on those faces
framed by stones
surely, they have the right
still to be here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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(Choices Poem) All Yours
Let my finger tips do the talking
I am crawling
I am walking
I am marching
If only for a little while
To rise up, to rise against
To show the weakness in man
I am but a contradiction in words
I am a man of many masks
One each for a different task
I think way too fast
Just slow it down bit
What's the hurry to go nowhere
We are already here.
Standing before you
Ready to ask
Ready to question
Demanding answers
Debated and already hated
You have just been emasculated
I'm your worst enemy.
I'm your best friend
I'm as you make it.
Be careful with that vase you just might break it
I'm here to send you to hell or help
Take it or don't
The choice is all yours
All yours
Let my finger tips do the talking
I am crawling
I am walking
I am marching
If only for a little while
To rise up, to rise against
To show the weakness in man
I am but a contradiction in words
I am a man of many masks
One each for a different task
I think way too fast
You make your claims to be of evil man
Like the invisible ghost
Most don't see you
But I do
You look like you might just be in trouble
If you need some help
Just ask
Forgive me if seem kinda of mean
Cruel and unjust
It's just the way I see things
The way I was raised
The way this has been staged
Let my finger tips do the talking
I am crawling
I am walking
I am marching
If only for a little while
To rise up, to rise against
To show the weakness in man
I am but a contradiction in words
I am a man of many masks
One each for a different task
I think way too fast
When my words are spoken
They sometime are misspoken
A slip of a letter or two and it all comes undone
What was fun, oh it becomes
An ugly face, full of disgrace
But I tell you that was never my intent
And with its time to reinvent
The scientific, and fantastic.
Star gazing under a moon lit sky
Perplexed by them all.
An endless number that never be counted
forms and shapes cascade.
Let my finger tips do the talking
I am crawling
I am walking
I am marching
If only for a little while
To rise up, to rise against
To show the weakness in man
I am but a contradiction in words
I am a man of many masks
One each for a different task
I think way too fast
So it all yours
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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