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When A Star Falls

when you said that a star falls in your home
i beg
to be clarified that you are just in any manner
speaking
poetically

otherwise
in plain, simple understandable language
what you are speaking
will mean a catastrophe
that will not just be in any way particular but in the gross sense
a universal explosion not just of your house
or home
but of this rotten world where you and i both live.

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when a star falls

when you said that a star falls in your home
i beg
to be clarified that you are just in any manner
speaking
poetically

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In a Manner of Speaking

In a manner of speaking, I want to kill you,
said the drunk redneck to his wife,
In a manner of speaking, I don't love you,
said my ex (turned vegan) to me,
as I returned from a psych ward, hoping for
some sort of reconciliation,
And in a manner of speaking, the whole
world has gone to shit, that no mentally
unbalanced poet can improve upon,
In a manner of speaking, I was just a haiku
before I birthed an epic poem in 2008
and it went something like:
In a manner of speaking…

In a manner of speaking, there is plenty of
beer and loose women,
In a manner of speaking, there is plenty of
internet journals with useless information,
In a manner of speaking, there are plenty of
assholes writing about getting laid and anal sex
on MySpace,
In a manner of speaking, my friend got raped
a few years ago and now has occasional herpes
outbreaks, which are quite disturbing
to her husband,
In a manner of speaking, I'm losing faith in humanity
and love at times,
In a manner of speaking, we just go through the motions,
hoping for something to change or something
spectacular to happen.

But I don't really know any more,
trying to make sense of it all, screaming for some sort of
sanity that eludes me,
In a manner of speaking, I feel alone here,
unable to connect to what's around me-
I just told some guy at a bar that I was a Dallas Cowboys
fan and I don't even watch football,
and he told me to come in my 'gear' on Sunday,
In a manner of speaking, I feel somewhat liberated
because I have no clue as to what I'm doing,
knowing that there is really no escape.

January 8,2008
-Alexander Shaumyan

poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Is Anyone Home

Talking in my sleep, next to no one
Never never, say never again
I can't rise and shine
No I won't even try
My rainy windows are crying crying
Shoulda, woulda, coulda been
Like it shoulda been
A contender like Marlon Brando
Eani Meani Minei Mo
Caught a virus won't let go
Been down so long it looks like up to me
I'm so lonely, I can almost taste it
In a perfect world, I'd just be wasted
Send me an angel, wrap me in her wings
Hello, Hello, Hello.
Is anyone home?
Well, people love to talk
When I can hardly walk
To them I'm probably just the "News at Eleven"
It's the edge of night
As the world turns
Misunderstood it's just the wrong medication
I wish, I wish, upon a star
I wish it hadn't gone this far
Been up so long it looks like down to me
I'm so lonely, I can almost taste it
In a perfect world, I'd just be wasted
Send me an angel, wrap me in her wings
Hello, Hello, Hello.
Is anyone home?
Hello, Hello.
I'm really really wasted
I live in a big doll house
And nobody's home
Just me and my mouse
I live in a big dark house
And nobody's home
Just me and my mouse
I'm so lonely, I can almost taste it
In a perfect world, I'd just be wasted
Send an angel, my own little angel
Hello, Hello.
Is anyone home?
Is anyone home?
Hello, Hello
Is anyone home?
Hello, Hello, Hello
Is anyone home?
Hello, Hello
Is anyone home?
Hello, Hello, Hello
Is anyone home?
Hello, Hello, Hello
Is anyone home?
Hello, Hello, Hello
Is anyone home

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Foreign Tongue

While speaking in a foreign tongue
many challenges are there
that I enjoy.
New culture
new languages
new rules
new way of thinking
make it romantic
that I enjoy.

I enjoy the mistake
I enjoy new experiments
I enjoy new manner of
Speaking writing
that you have.

While speaking
in a foreign tongue
a new way of life
come to the surface
new words new lines
new and new
that we both
enjoy and like.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Catastrophe Within Silence

silence as in a room with no sound
but the hard pounding drops of rain against the window
silence as in being in a crowd of people
but no one is paying any attention to you
silence as in the pain that harvests inside
but not a soul is around to help u through it
silence yet another meaning of no commotion
but leaves many oblivious to anything of mention
there is catastrophe within silence
but who are those to even realize it?
not a word against a crowd
or a cry for help
not a simple acknowledgment
or an act speaking an opinion
silence
silence may be the
fear
shock
or agitation
within our world that leaves everyone
speechless
till all that is left is
catastrophe within silence

poem by Erin Sullivan
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In That Foreign Land

amidst the crowd
there are only two of you
speaking
your own language and
you walk with them
and your feet are tired
and there is no
talking, as though
both of you are stranded
in an island
where monkeys and birds
only exist

and then you dream of home
and you even promise
that your enemies are
much better than them
because at least
you can do a lot of
talking and shouting
and quarreling and that
in such actions, at least,
you have a world of sounds
that you can
take with you and understand
and preoccupy with
when the night comes.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cybil

I sit here, sad and lonely,
speaking to the sea.
As it's kindly listening to me,
in this little house that's empty.

Am I lost to be here?
To be in a little house before the sea.
As quiet as it might be,
beautified by tranquility.

Swallow flies above me,
Sunset is in front of me,
But you're not here beside of me,
this little house remains still incomplete.

In this little house,
I wish you come home,
I've been tired and lonesome.
I've stared at the sea for so long and long.

I sit here again, quiet and lonely.
I've been thinking thoughtfully.
From this little house, I see and see,
far off the sea, there's you,
and me..

poem by Kite Remedy
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My Childless Home

i have a home, not just a house,
you may disagree, but it is a home to me.
my heart longs for it
and my body likes to sleep with it.
i have this home and you may see it
and feel it, like it is your home,
but then you may complain,
there is no sound of a child yawning,
or a kid playing with his toys,
there is none in my home, but it is the sweetest home
i ever had, a simple home, with windows and doors,
a wife serving me dinner, only for the two of us
a table, two plates, two cups,
a set of spoons, a hot soup, and a happy
conversation.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Statistically Speaking

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
From the viewpoint of a human being...
I detect us humans,
Are the least important things,
On this Earth.
And the water, grass and trees...
Are the 'real' things,
Mother Nature wishes more to treat!

I perceive our existence here,
Is not so high on the list.
Since we are an experiment.
Even though we choose to think of ourselves,
As the center of the universe.
And here to live in a permanence!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.

We leech and feed,
Off what nature offers.
We know nothing but conflict!
And this chaos we foster.
There are laws created to discriminate.
Yet we discuss things loved...
And show how much we despise and hate.
We infiltrate and pillage,
Lands where others live.
We take without thought.
Causing blood to shed.
And worship heartache.
As we lay alone sleepless in our beds!

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
With faith we fake brotherhood!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Believing prayer delivers escape!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
And cry like spoiled children!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
With no guilt of remorse to eliminate...
The taste of life,
Made of just frosted cake!

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We treat ourselves and others like sheep!
To fleece the wool.
Because we're full of bull!

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We take without thought.
Causing blood to shed.
And worship heartache.
As we lay alone,
Sleepless in our beds!

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Home

I have a home,
It is a safe haven,
Lay a house on the beach.

From far distant I stand,
Sweet memory I recall close…
Stillness of time,
Now as dust, they lay.

A homesick heart I bear.
I softening loneliness I make.
As all loneliness You heal,
My home I shall first return.

Within Your embrace…
My Home.
The longing ever stronger.
To just remain at home.

My stains are too many,
My being untrue,
But truth my home knows,
That home is only with You and Me.

My shelter, My home
My house, My heaven,
A comfort resting place,
Call Home.

A place call Home,
When we stay in,
Live our whole life in this homeland,
That’s my home.

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Are You Coming To Me?

you have been hasty,
In your speaking,
We have been at love
For years on end,
When will you come,
To my little home,
To share my little pleasures
To be with me,
On the sofa and bed,
I am waiting
With patience,
Which I feel is monumental,
All my home too is witing,
For your soft touch,
Your susing them,
Come be with me,
I have been waiting
So long for your presence,
All day and night,
Come home, come home,
Be with me, lest
I will end up thinking,
When you will come,
May be to the grave.

Ravikiran Arakkal

poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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The Light Without A Switch Off

one best thing is this:
we write from the bottom of our hearts,
guessing that perhaps this is what others feel too.

we simply describe our state of mind,
in the most simple way understandable by that common man on the street

a fish vendor if he reads that we are feeling like rotten fish
if you tell him, how rotten fish smells and what a wasted feeling is
it when it is there unsold

look at his face? make him understand that we are all vendors of
our feelings, that our feelings sometimes do not sell,
he will understand that,

everything is classified as a commercial act
writing, speaking, wooing,
what a humiliation of what we really are
hawkers of beliefs, ambulant chasers of emotions

what a demeaning purpose,
this must stop, it is not real, it is a prostitution of our
faith,

we write from the bottom of our hearts
and you feel it, that is why you are following the sounds of drums
at the center of the island

where we grow a bonfire, where smoke rises to the sky
where evenings become so lighted, where dance assumes true meaning

our shadows are pure, our bodies own them
and the moon at night makes them all alive

you are telling me that this fire is invisible
and it has not switch for you to put it off.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Want To Come Home

I simply can't cope.

I've lost all hope.

Where did it go?

Through the rain and snow

I've walked head high,

And reached to the sky.

Nothing I've not tried,

‘Til the spirit died.

How can I go on?

The cloak to don

Of life and struggle,

And mess and muddle.

My mind is clear,

When Universe is near.

But this earthly tread

Has turned to dread,

Of each new day,

When my head I lay

On pillow at night,

With blinkered sight.

Not like my home

Where I can roam

The Universal Heaven,

Shed this load "unleaven",

And laugh and sing and dance,

Exploring every chance,

With bated breath, wide eyes

That scan, and uttered sighs

With anticipation for the next event,

Which will ever be sent,

Energy not of this world,

And language needing no spoken word.

Can I come home,

Forever to roam,

Those dimensions I know,

Unlike these seeds I sow,

On this earthly plain,

That bring nought but pain?

I need to fly free,

Unfettered to be.

Come and take me home.

I want to come home!

poem by Rosi Caswell
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My Home

It is not a house, and so it is not a piece
Of structure, not the roof or
The floor
Or the kitchen or the living room,

My home is where I grow
Wherever it is
Where I become fully myself
Alive &
Prosperous in my endeavors

It is where my most important
Work is started
And finished and
Appreciated
In this sense my home becomes
A certain place
Where I am accepted
& affirmed
& appreciated
Where I have self-esteem
Where I
Do not feel this sense of
Sickness & death
This alienation

It is when I travel so far
Searching
And it is where
I must return and always desiring
& dreaming
To be back
And find it again
With all anticipation
This is also my home

My home is not what I buy
And pay
It is what I made
For myself
My personal touch
My own way of showing
What I am
And can be

And as one what one writer once wisely puts it
My home is not a house
It is me
It is people

It is the people around me
It is the love that I give
And they give in return
That makes
My home and it is where
Despite everything
That I am truly
Always
Homeward bound.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Two Worlds

Today is overcast- they say it will rain,
They said it would rain last night-
I was lost in thought when the thunder clapped-
Lightening brightened up the sky, though only for a moment-
Then darkness overtook the entire universe-
I am alone in my own world- that is my choice-
I see people everyday- outside of the world I was born in.
These people are strangers speaking a language I understand although
When words are put together in sentences- I cannot relate.
I am speaking of two worlds- one where millions live,
That unsafe, threatening place- and the world of my thoughts that I live in
Nearly all of the time- the one into which I surely believe
Is the one into which I was born, at the time, safe and sound.
Today is overcast- they say it shall rain-
They said it would rain last night, but when the raindrops
Splashed upon the edge of time, I was lost inside of that world of my own.
In that world of my own, where rain never falls,
In that world of my own, children are never born into.
Somebody stole me and brought me here- into the cruel and threatening place
Where millions of deranged and crazy people live-
Somehow, inside that world, I never fit in and
I feel I never belonged.
I would dance in the rain - the rain that they predicted-
I would dance and sing in this cruel world trying to cope until the sky would fall and
I would find myself in that sky, searching for the world into which I was born?
I am searching for always for that magical place that
Presently only exists inside the world of my thoughts.
Some years ago they took me and locked me inside a room they called 'Seclusion'-
A room dreaded by many to be locked inside-but I found peace of mind there,
If such a thing exists and in this room I could build my fantasies and dreams-
Until they released me back into that world that had not been kind to me.
Let it rain and let lightening strike-let the rain wash my tears away-
I guess I will keep dancing and singing in the rain until the sky falls or until
They take me away again and lock me in that room once more and there
I can lose myself into the world I created and listen to the rain fall as the sky falls-
While thunder claps- a beautiful sound that drowns out angry voices and
Lightening strikes, brightening a pathway where some day I dream,
I will find peace of mind without ever having to turn back time.

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Nobody Home

I can tell by the way
There aint no lights in the windows
And by the way your curtains hang
Yeah, I know which way the wind blows
I said no, I said no, I said no, nobody home
Nobody home, nobody home
You went away, what a heavy load
You must have took it with you
Down and out, to no thanks to boat
But no one can get ya
I said no, I said no, I said no, aint nobody home
Nobody home, nobody home
I said nobody, nobody home
From the way that you act
I guess you havent been there
By the look in your eyes
Theres nobody been there
I said no, I said no, I said no, nobody home
Nobody home, nobody home
I said nobody, nobody, nobody home
Nobody home, nobody home
I said no, I said no, I said no no no, nobody home
Nobody home, nobody home
I said nobody, nobody home
Nobody home, nobody home
Aint nobody home, nobody home,
Nobody home
Nobody home
Nobody home
Nobody home

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I May Not Awaken

Roma ryan
When the warmth of the day becomes the night
Who could sleep beneath a strange moonlight?
No guiding star
So far from home
Walked the way o promise to find but snow
Throughout, the voice of the winds brings nothing more
Than low echoes
So far from home
Even from a child
A wish is not enough
For me, for me the sky may fall
And even from a child
A dream is not enough
Could be, could be the sky may fall
Could be, could be the night ends all
No rains could weep as I have wept
To know a simple dream will not be kept
I am a child
So far from home
One by one the sky falls
I may not awaken

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Silver

Nirvana- Silver
Mom and dad went to a show
They dropped me off at Grandpa Joe's
I kicked and screamed, said please don't go
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Had to eat my dinner there
Mashed potatoes and stuff like that
I couldn't chew my meats too good
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
She said, well, don't you start your crying
Go outside and ride your bike
That's what I did, I killed my toe
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
After dinner, I had ice cream
I fell asleep and watched TV
I woke up in my mother's arms
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
I wanna be alone

song performed by by Nirvana
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Coming Home

It's a long and lonely highway.
When you're traveling all alone.
I was on my way to nowhere.
But now i'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
I've been running through the fire.
I've been running for so long.
If i took it any higher.
Baby i would be still be gone.
But now i'm coming home, coming home.i'm coming home.
Coming home, coming home, i'm coming home.
Well my home was really never.
On a far and distant shore.
If i stayed away forever.
I could never miss you more.
And so i'm coming home,coming home.i'm coming home.
Coming home,coming home,i'm coming home.
I think of all these years gone by.
Never even wondered why.
I never touched the ground.
All the time that's come and gone.
All the nights i've been alone.
And now i'm homeward bound.
I heard the thunder over canaan.
And i've heard the angels cry.
And their voices came revealing
"as you live,so will you die."
I'm coming home,coming home,i'm coming home.
I'm coming home,coming home,i'm coming home.
Coming home, coming home, i'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home, coming home, coming home...

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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In a Manner of Speaking

Is Anyone Home

Star Of The Sea

Foreign Tongue

Catastrophe Within Silence

In That Foreign Land

Cybil

My Childless Home

Statistically Speaking

My Home

Are You Coming To Me?

The Light Without A Switch Off

I Want To Come Home

My Home

Two Worlds

Nobody Home

I May Not Awaken

Silver

Coming Home

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In a Manner of Speaking

Is Anyone Home

Star Of The Sea

Foreign Tongue

Catastrophe Within Silence

In That Foreign Land

Cybil

My Childless Home

Statistically Speaking

My Home

Are You Coming To Me?

The Light Without A Switch Off

I Want To Come Home

My Home

Two Worlds

Nobody Home

I May Not Awaken

Silver

Coming Home

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