What I Like Most Is After The Act
this is not my room
neither
is it yours, in fact this room too just
like us
is a stranger, we open it and then
we close it, just like what we do to ourselves
hungry, we eat, thirsty we drink, and restless
we do things that our minds do not ever think
of
or even remember, it is dark here, and
there is no music to
lighten the mood, it is hot and we are even
hotter
feeling the heat
within us, the intertwining and the
changes
and exchanges of top to bottom
and bottom to top
you have such a nice hair
sometimes
they cover my face and i long
to a space where i can breathe
but you do not really mind,
you know i like the way you make me
quiver,
we are listless and restless and we want to discover
everything unexplored
in our unknown universe,
planets are we, losing our orbits
and both of us
explode
a big bang and then the silence of the cigarette smokes
eyes looking for some
crevices on the ceiling
you take a drink
and i lay on your side facing the wall
and then you start a conversation
asking me for my name
i like to sleep
i have no answer yet, maybe
in a minute
when i regain my confidence
to be my real self again
i beg that you understand my predicament
i just like being so silent this time
i like it more if we have no names forever
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Restless
I dont belong to no one
I dont belong at all
Got my face in the corner
Got my back to the wall
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
Im a hair trigger lover
And I cant face up to nothing
Im impatient with the wind
But Im waitin here for somethin
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
Restless sleep, twisted dreams
Moving targets, silent screams
Restless city, restless street
Restless you , restless me
Im a face at the window
Im a black satin sheet
And I cant stay warm
I stay out in the street
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Restless
(carl perkins)
I dont belong to no one
I dont belong at all
Got my face in the corner
Got my back to the wall
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
Im a hair trigger lover
And I cant face up to nothing
Im impatient with the wind
But Im waitin here for somethin
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
Restless sleep, twisted dreams
Moving targets, silent screams
Restless city, restless street
Restless you , restless me
Im a face at the window
Im a black satin sheet
And I cant stay warm
I stay out in the street
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Loving souls
Minds must always keep busy for many hours
To stop and breathe the reality of our isolation towers
Alone each soul struggles against things dark and deep
Endless restless long nights with no sleep
Like sparking stars each of our souls live singly
Though around spins planets we clearly see
We journey side by side for sometimes years
And occasionally chance conversation appears
Perhaps to sometimes talk if someone draws near
Though never to truly understand really get near
Each to live separate lives and to dream there
Though hopes and fears we unknowingly share
Were Living In Our Own Time
Maurice white, michael colombier & allee willis
I feel it in the night
I hear a whisper, a ray of light
A flash across the sky
Through the window in my eyes
A bolt of thunder
Exploding in my mind
Is it real, what I feel
Its just like floating away
While the moon floods the room
I can hear music start to play
I see it on your face
Oh, what a difference lovin can make
Silence of the dark, words are falling
From my heart
Its all around us
My thoughts are calling
Imagination is born when loves alive
A spirit creating a place for you and i
Together lets ride away to find the universe
And let our dreams live our lives
Living in our own time
You are the answer
Loving on our own time
We found the answer
Hiding in the midnight
Now Im so willing to discover
Believing forever touching each other
Nothing out there can stop us tonight
All that were feeling so right
You mean so much to me
I feel so wanted, but still so free
The warmth of your embrace
I know time will not erase
Making it easy to go loving
You are the answer
Loving on our own time
We found the answer
Hiding in the midnight
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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My Dark Room
Time has ended so I lay
The end to a very painful day
I lay silent with nothing to say
Here in my dark room
With eyes open I can hardly see
Staring at the ceiling thinking of me
Wondering in the future what I will be
Here in my dark room
Will I still have my dark room
The place where there is peace
Or will I feel deceased
In a new dark room
But maybe when the night turns to shine
I won’t feel so but feel fine
Until night when I come back and whine
Here is my dark room
Now it is late I can’t see no more
My arm falls and drops to the floor
The liquid dreams in my head start to pour
Here is my dark room
poem by Paul Celano
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Bottom Of The Glass
You think that you have found a way to ease your troubled mind
You fill a glass, then drink it down and fill it one more time
Well, the wine will flow and the pain will go but the spell will never last
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Well, the bottom of the glass is just as empty as your life
You know it holds no secret way to help you in your strife
But for a while youre in another world and you wake up in the past
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
...glass
That bottle there is not your friend when its gone it leaves you cold
The strength it gives you slips away for its something you cant hold
Your hands will shanke and then youll take another from the flask
But youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Bottom Of The Glass
You think that you have found a way to ease your troubled mind
You fill a glass, then drink it down and fill it one more time
Well, the wine will flow and the pain will go but the spell will never last
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Well, the bottom of the glass is just as empty as your life
You know it holds no secret way to help you in your strife
But for a while youre in another world and you wake up in the past
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
...glass
That bottle there is not your friend when its gone it leaves you cold
The strength it gives you slips away for its something you cant hold
Your hands will shanke and then youll take another from the flask
But youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Outside331’sSleep
Don’t open your eyes yet not until I explain last night I went to bed with Sleep last night I fell for Sleep last night Sleep unclothed me left me naked in a room painted black I couldn’t see Sleep because Sleep was dark too and the room was black and the foreground blended in with the background I couldn’t tell what was far and what was close I became frustrated because Sleep was either hiding inside the room or the room was hiding behind Sleep neither were being fair to my eyes who wanted to play hide and go Sleep I hide inside the room and Sleep seeks I said where are you Sleep I can’t see you my eyes can’t find you Sleep I said I wanted to fall inside you brought me into this black room and I am trying to wrap myself around you won’t you come inside of me you won’t stage scenes in my eyes created with color everything is black one long stretch Sleep are you moving and I can’t see you or are you standing still and I can’t feel you are here Sleep you are silent Sleep I feel alone Sleep I want you to be inside me if you take me to a black room and make me go to bed are your eyes open I can’t see you did you leave is Sleep here Sleep am I inside you explain Sleep explain did you open your eyes Sleep are my eyes open Sleep are you outside me Sleep you took me to bed and left me Sleep I can’t open my eyes until you are back inside me I can’t see Sleep when you’re not inside me open your eyes Sleep do you see me inside you explain last night am I still inside Sleep?
(12-13-07)
poem by Chelsea Trescott
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Room To Breathe
You ain't done nothin' wrong but I think we need to talk
You might be the one but before we go too far
I need a little time to figure out my heart
Who could ask for more but I need to know for sure
I haven't been myself from the minute that we met
I ran into your world and kind of walked out on myself
All those dreams I had I began to second guess or you
One too many questions until I know the truth
I need room to breathe
A little time to think
To make sure I don't lose me
I need room to breathe
I know you're not to blame and I swear there's no one new
This has to do with me and not a thing to do with you
So don't try to understand
You don't have a thing to prove to me
If you really love me just give me what I need
Room to breathe
A little time to think
To make sure I don't lose me
I need room to breathe
Please don't take this wrong
And please don't turn away
I just don't want to look back
One day and say
I need room to breathe
A little time to think
To make sure I don't lose me
I need room to breathe
Room to breathe
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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We Are Afraid To Ever Tell This Story
we are here upon a page of a book
like ears, marking a restful minute since the eyes are aching,
we are in this room of a space filled in the order of words
systematically placed by a careful writer whose reputation is respected by all
his colleagues at the university,
we are wary, aching ears, rough skinned faces,
drooping eyes, lousy hands, hanging feet,
the chairs at the other northeastern part of this room are restless
but cannot speak what they feel
and they cannot be stopped
as they start running towards the balcony jumping into the ground floor
of this very silent nook
the table starts an exhibition of a circus act
tumbles like an acrobat and shouts to the wall and the ceiling that it can fly
like a winged fish that no one has ever seen
the ceiling fan loosens its neck and falls to the ground screaming
the pillow cases escape from their pillows saying it is all over now
the carpet rolls upon itself like a man rolling its sleeves now ready for a fistful of bouts
it is midnight and the light bulbs are blinking like an ambulance
there is an emergency but everyone in the house is asleep
and must not be disturbed
we are afraid we are witness to this unruly behavior of things that should not
move or scream or tumble or run or jump or brag about some imagined wings
we are very silent and the following morning when they all wake up
we keep our mouth shut afraid that they will call us crazy
or if not, paranoid because the whole night we guarded the house
and never for once close our eyes and taste the sweetness of sound sleep
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No sleep
I struggled hard and made futile fight
It was flooding me with thoughts as light
Mind fully awakened to venture in unknown places
Friends, foes, relatives and others troubled with faces
I had done no quarreling with anybody and bothered
Yet they were coming in mind one after another
I became restless and decided to leave the bed
It was totally useless to think and to be fed
You become hero in all the actions
Solve all the problems without any reactions
You have all the options to think over leisurely
But in turn loose good amount of sleep surely
Once you start thinking then won't reach anywhere
It will push you from one end to another
You will be struggling very hard to come over
But there won't be any clue as how to find cover
You may come out of room and start looking at the sky
Stars may also not come to your help even after full try
I know one solution much to everybody's surprise
But you keep it to yourself and will have to promise
I started praying to get sound sleep or find
It is nice way to come out from restless mind
The time cloaked morning seven when I got up
Birds were singing and tea was ready in cup
I was not woken up by anyone as they knew
They might have seen me moving here and there with over view
I was not sore over last night's sleepless stage
But any how not failed completely but managed
Human mind is compared to the eruption of volcano
That may happen all of sudden and you won't know
Same way here with peaceful mind but loosing ground
No where near peace of mind and feeling sound
But I love the stage as many things happen in rage
You feel certainly big personality and try to manage
You are the lone character to think it with pleasure
As you are fully aware that there is no one to ask you for sure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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As Dark as Night
No object can be as dark as nights
You can’t deny even if you are right
It has special mention with significance
Not matter how much you dislike but has got some relevance
They are all torturous when icy winds blow
You sleep on bed but only thoughts flow
This makes you restless until you are slept
But till then you are awake and silently kept
Even single insect makes its presence known
I wish to have peace and rest in my own
I can’t have it as mind is rushed to another land
Where only stupid live without any end
I make no move and stare at roof
‘I am in love” yes/no but needs some proof
I think it may take some more sleepless nights
When I will able to make it right
I no not when it will be over
I will have to take refuge or cover
Night may not pass that easily to give me comfort
But something ahs to be done to anchor the ship at port
I am in tight position
I feel it is good and nice composition
I glance at moon and take some solace
I must have some coolness on face
Some of the things can be enjoyed only at night
When there is no noise or nobody remains in sight
It gives sense of belonging in isolation
It revives all memories to strengthen the relation
Soon I may be woken up by day light
I will have no remorse for sleepless night
The day may start with new crusade
Sweet memories may not that easily fade
It is good to have close association with darkness
Certain things only can lighten your face
How come you know when other side remains unknown?
Happiness is enjoyed when you are sometimes forced down
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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L8,2212
There is a door which you open
you enter, and then it closes you
behind you
forever,
there is no force here,
but only volition,
you enter it
with all the warnings,
that the
possibility that it will close forever
has been told to you
over and over
again,
somehow, you do not make it a problem
you like a closed door, and you hate it
when it opens,
you love it when it is closed forever,
the room is nice
there is a certain loveliness
in there,
it has shiny floors,
it has a bright ceiling,
the lights are lovely,
like stars
in an open dark sky
the air is fresh,
the walls are comfortable
who wants to take an exit?
no one.not you.
when the door knows this, it will open
forever,
it decides to open for you
and it will tell you to go out and be
an outsider again and
be gone
for good,
you insist that you own this room now,
that a closed door is not a serious matter
and there is no way that you have to
go out
or be ousted,
the door has a stair with strong hands
and it will drag you out
it will pull your hair and drag your body
like hell
the door has learned its lesson
when the room is not a prison to someone else
there is no use keeping him there forever
for in truth the reason of the door's
existence
is to make you feel the prison and to suffer
and you know your lesson too well
there is no prison to a mind that is an open window
there is no suffering
to a lover of suffering
you see, it takes a little reverse psychology
for closed doors to open
for men to know that suffering is not suffering
at all
when one loves is tripping
when one thinks
otherwise
when one loves whatever happens
when one accepts
the one that is there and not look for something
that is always missing
why go for the unreachable?
why suffer for long?
life is life, and death is death
you are here, grab this here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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two selves: the black and white horses of Plato
what you remember
is that time when you look at yourself in the mirror
inside a room you lock the door
you hear voices you suspect there is a demented spirit
with you, ah, the usual
closing of the eyes, to start with, it is like you are in a position
to start the race, like a gazelle hurdling a forest, you hear a bang
it is a gun, you see smoke to the sky,
you hear people cheering, there are no colors, just darkness
it is twilight and then
you open your eyes, this is not real, there is no crowd
there are no cheers, you only hear voices
and now when you are fully awake
you see a face,
and you feel so much pity for it
how you have harmed it
caused it pain that it does not deserve
there is a wall between two people
you do not penetrate it, each wants to leave each other
but there is no segregation, there are no departures here,
no sound of planes or trains, no horns no bells
it is just the plain silence of pity
enveloping the room locking the room
your face still wanting to escape
those bars
in the mirror.
you repeat, 'What a pity! '
you only have sympathy for the self
that you have never completely
become
this is the reality, you are not
and never shall be the perfect you.
pockmarked, scarred, twisted
gutted, ashed...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Can't Sleep
I find myself yawning again and again,
But I can't sleep, which is a real pain.
I lie on my left side, then on my right,
But, for me, there is no sleep in sight.
Next, I turn and lie flat on my back,
But, of any sleep, there is still a lack.
I lie there, looking up at the ceiling:
Pretty drained, is how I am feeling.
I wish my system would just slow down,
But, through my mind, thoughts race round.
Feeling restless, I begin to huff and puff:
I know that, in the morning, I'll feel rough.
As a poet, my mind is still really busy rhyming,
But, when I'm trying to sleep, isn't great timing.
To try and get some sleep, I really endeavour,
But the night seems to go on forever and ever.
I am really willing my mind to take a rest,
But, night time is when my mind thinks best.
Over my sleeping patterns, I have no control:
On me, tomorrow, lack of sleep will take its toll.
As I snuggle myself down, under the covers,
My body wants one thing; my mind, another.
When lying in bed, I just want some peace:
I want all of this rhyming, for once, to cease.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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One Evening
one evening because the walls of the room
are shrinking,
feeling as if i will be crushed by its four corners,
i finally decided to close the windows and open the
door to try to see if there are stars outside
and if the stars can relieve me from such a
claustrophobic impending death,
i step out into the open and sleep on the grass
to feel the coldness of the earth
i lay my body my arms stretched as far as my hands
can do in creating distance between my feet and my
center of gravity,
what i see is a dark sky and infinite space
i feel like a grain of sand spilling from a giant palm
i agree
i am insignificant
that room becomes nothing compared to the fear
of incomprehensible choices
an ocean of freedom
continental responsibility
i feel so drunk drinking too much space from a glass of my gaze
to this vast universe
nauseous still
i stand back to regain my composure
i go back inside the room
and then the wind howled
outside like an angry master
back to the comfort of my blanket
i promise myself a good sleep.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dreamin'
If I close my eyes I see your face and I'm not without you
If I trying hard and concentrate I can still hear you speak
I picture myself in your room by the chair
you're smoking a cigarette
If I close my eyes I can see your face you're saying, "I missed you"
Dreamin' - I'm always dreamin'
If I close my eyes I can smell your perfume you look and say "Hi baby"
If I close my eyes pictures from China still hang from the wall
I hear the dog bark I turned and say, "what were you saying?"
I pictured you in the red chair inside the pale room
You sat in your chair with a tube in your arm - you were so skinny
You were still making jokes I don't know what drugs they had you on
You said, " I guess this is not the time for long term investments"
You were always laughing but you never laughing at me
They say in the end the pain was so bad that you were screaming
Now you were no saint but you deserved better than that
From the corner I watch them moving things from your apartment
But I can picture you red chair and pale room inside my head
If I close my eyes I see your face and I'm not without you
If I try hard and concentrate I can gear your voice saying,
"Who better than you"
If I close my eyes I can't believe that I'm here without you
Inside your pale room your empty red chair and my head
Dreamin' , I'm always dreamin'
song performed by by Lou Reed
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A bottom of heart
Such nice feeling from bottom of the heart
No one knows exactly when it will end or start
It can not be marketed all over for certain price
It is so precious and its feeling is very nice
Books after books are written on this subject
No one has advanced any particular reason to reject
It has such a tremendous driving force to sweep
You will be left with joy and later on only to weep
No one should live under fallacy
It has lots of joy and fantasy
Not difficult but it is not that easy
Keeps you wondering and very much busy
One may be counting starts in night
No one may know exactly what is right?
It is to be felt from within and alone
It has its own joy to be enjoyed by one
Have you seen person weeping with joy?
Talking silently with beautiful toy
It is such a unique feeling in lovely life
More joy of having her than making a beautiful wife
It is delicate phase one may pass through
All lies around and nothing seems to him true
Only one word strikes his mind all the way
“I long for you and can not remain away”
It is nice to feel all the way very good
No care for anybody and neglecting the food
It is like child asking for impossible
Landing in unexplored field with trouble
You may rightly attempt to write poetic verses
Tearing papers, writing all over and near misses
Nothing goes right from the beginning
It has disastrous start with the innings
One may try to hide the face but can not cry in open
Try to prove point by painting gloomy side with pen
Then also if no way is found out, going for long drive
Thinking all the positively how to come out of it and survive
May be it is lover’s exclusive zone
All novel ideas and new concept is borne
There is no room for backing out or escape route
No norms or any kind of rules to flout
It is always good to pass through such stage
It gives tremendous strength and power to manage
It can take place at any time and in any age
It will certainly be a unique experience and golden page
Almighty has made certain things for each other
Sometimes it may add to tension and make us to bother
But ultimate end will be very much positive and in order
The noble act has to be performed by not crossing the border
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Seance
The stranger walks into the dark room where the two men sit at the table and talk of travel. The stranger joins in the conversation, saying: 'I have also traveled' and the two men look up and seem surprised at his sudden appearance. In the corners of the ceiling there is a sound as of very swift wings, a muttering of motors, and a chattering of thin voices. The stranger disappears. His voice is heard first in this corner, then in that, until it fades away somewhere near the open window. Where the stranger stood the two men find a railway ticket to an unknown destination.
poem by Edouard Roditi
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Evening Song Of Senlin
from Senlin: A Biography
It is moonlight. Alone in the silence
I ascend my stairs once more,
While waves, remote in a pale blue starlight,
Crash on a white sand shore.
It is moonlight. The garden is silent.
I stand in my room alone.
Across my wall, from the far-off moon,
A rain of fire is thrown . . .
There are houses hanging above the stars,
And stars hung under a sea:
And a wind from the long blue vault of time
Waves my curtain for me . . .
I wait in the dark once more,
Swung between space and space:
Before my mirror I lift my hands
And face my remembered face.
Is it I who stand in a question here,
Asking to know my name? . . .
It is I, yet I know not whither I go,
Nor why, nor whence I came.
It is I, who awoke at dawn
And arose and descended the stair,
Conceiving a god in the eye of the sun,—
In a woman's hands and hair.
It is I whose flesh is gray with the stones
I builded into a wall:
With a mournful melody in my brain
Of a tune I cannot recall . . .
There are roses to kiss: and mouths to kiss;
And the sharp-pained shadow of death.
I remember a rain-drop on my cheek,—
A wind like a fragrant breath . . .
And the star I laugh on tilts through heaven;
And the heavens are dark and steep . . .
I will forget these things once more
In the silence of sleep.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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