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finding the self in the self
gives you the wrong path

do not look to the stars
you are never there

look at the ground and
touch the hand of the blind
talk to the mute and be
the ears of the deaf

only can you find your eyes
in their eyes
your hands can feel the
warmth
that is not found within the
lines of your palms
only then can you hear
the sounds of your longing
that you can only understand
from their hunger

yourself is not in yourself
it is in the other
your heart is not in your
chest
it is in the emptiness of
another.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Mistake

it was a different thing that you see
from that you feel
a war between the bulge of the eyes
and the pumps of the heart
the lines of the palms are clear
nobody wants to mind now
in the middle of too much desire
it is the heart that wins
slashing the blinks of the wondering eyes
the lines of the palms are clear
there is no doubt
the heart bleeds upon its mistake
and begins to remember the veils
and the sonorous sounds of the funeral bells of
the little town

the lines of the palms are clear
there is no doubt about it
at the end every part shall accept the fate
no regret
once again the self rides upon the wings of destiny
until the final word of the years rest

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heart In Pieces

Only you can touch me with your dark eyes
With a look that burns like fire through the lonely night.
Sometimes I run, but I can never hide
From the pieces of my heart that fall like rain from the sky.
When you hear the thunder,
When you hear the sound of a mountain crashing down,
Its just my heart in pieces.
When I feel the hunger,
When Im reaching out with a hundred thousand hands,
Its my heart in pieces.
No one cuts through my soul like you can.
Im naked to the bone beside your empty hand.
I see your face and I remember.
Im a prisoner of your fate,
Im a loser in the race.
When you hear the thunder,
When you hear the sounds of a mountain crashing down,
Its just my heart in pieces.
When I feel the hunger,
When Im reaching out with a hundred thousand hands,
Its my heart in pieces.
I walk the fine line
Between fire and the ice.
The memory lives on.
Theres always something to remind me.
Every teardrop falling
When your voice keeps calling.
[chorus repeats until fade.]

song performed by by Chicago
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Stories Of Hope Series #7 Is It Golden Or Is It Blind

Silence is golden or so they say
But how many can keep quite for a full day?
What about the people who were born to preach?
What would they do if they could not teach.

Then I take the opposite view: what would you do?
If you was born deaf never hearing a sound
No birds chirping, no dogs barking, no cats meowing
No laughter. These are the things the deaf are after.
SOUNDS! sounds of music, of joy, happiness.
But I was born blind.
I had hopes to one day see, and all my classmates laughed at me.
They said: you was born in darkness, and in darkness
You will be, from now and through eternity.
I learned colors, not by sight, but by emotions
And I practiced it with devotion.
They said my mother was traumatized during
her pregnancy, and somehow it affected me.
The doctors checked and could not understand why
That I had turned out blind.
My blindness became my greatest strength
Because it fine tuned my hearing.
I am blind and the deaf can not hear
But we have instincts beyond compare.
The deaf can not hear all the sounds of the world
Including a child at play, and for
my hearing I thank GOD every day.
The school then put me with a roommate who was deaf
And we got along swell, we showed each other how
It was to live in each others hell.
He covered up my ears so that I could not hear a sound
And I learned how to get around.
I did the same thing to him and blindfolded him
So that he could not see, and with all this we lived in harmony.
By doing this we learned a lesson that no one could teach
That even being deaf and blind, they could be reached.
I showed him that with a metal tip on a walking stick
You could feel the vibrations of different things
Foot steps, cars, “even music.’
Now that he could hear through the tip of a stick
He learned to dance really quick.
And although I could not see.
I held on to his waist
And he said: “follow me.’

Now I am going for some surgery, that they said
May help me see.
HOPE has rekindled in my heart, but from my friend
I did not want to part.
He let me know that he would stay by my side
And not to give up my hope, but to continue to strive.
He was with me every step of the way, and to GOD
I did pray. I thanked my lord up above for sending
Me this friend and sharing his love.
Three weeks later they took the band aids from my eyes
And the first thing that I saw when my eyes were clear
Was my friend standing there.
Tears filled our eyes as we embraced
For I was blessed by the HOLY GRACE.

He still can not hear, but he was the best man
At my wedding, and showed all the guests how to dance
If there Is someone who will give you a chance.

HOPE IS THE KEY TO SET YOU FREE

poem by Louis Rams
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We Have Not Met Yet

as you read my poems
you imagine what my face would be
given said facts and thoughts like
the way i spend my nights writing
and facing the computer till twilight,
i must be thin, and since i have
lesser sleep, i must have dark
deep, sunken, almond eyes
like the insomniac's night,
my lips may have cracked
due to many coffee cups
giving liveliness to my lines,
my shoulders may have fallen,
due to extreme exhaustion,
my skin may have dried and
my hair may have been scattered
by the strong wind
like those poets who no longer
care for their health and hygiene.

i am sorry but you are wrong.
You have to see me to know me.
You have to touch my hand and
feel the warmth of my palms.
You have to touch my hair to
feel the softness of my soul.

i will that poet who orders plain
mineral water instead of beer.
I may wear a black coat but
there will be no white carnations
inside the pocket of my chest.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Eyes Craving Sight

Eyes craving sight
Ears craving sounds
Voice craving words
Hands craving a touch

You've seen the light
Emerging from the grounds
All light allures
You've touched too much

And now you're standing soundless mute
Eyeless and blind in earthly mansions
To find out your body is but a diving suit
Plunged into all three dimensions

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The hunger

the hunger thinks the rice
can chew both skin and bone
the hunger thinks it's nice
to eat although forlorn

the hunger thinks the corn
can swallow ears and eyes
deaf blind hunger born
self eaten within it dies

the hunger thinks the food
is just a body's unfair breath
the hunger knows the interlude
no food the body eats itself

the hunger thinks the body rotten
is just a place to survive and eat
the hunger of the lost and forgotten
makes its way to the last heart beat

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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To III

Nature gave you lustrous eyes, but weak
And lovely apricot ears, though deaf to hear
Weak to see the damage that you wreak
Deaf to hear my importuning air.
So, to fix this ailment of your eyes
I have hired a noted oculist
Consulting for your stoppered ears, likewise,
A noted otolaryngologist.
The first examined and pronounced you sound
Calling you blindness 'cortical' alas.
The second you for hearing perfect found
And swore the malady her practice past
Though neither thought the bug at hand was killing
And guessed I would recover, heaven willing.

poem by Morgan Michaels
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What is it all about

We try to talk about many things
Petty and not so vulgar
We try to overwhelm ourselves
With so much words as I choose
What to put to make you marvel
And you pretend you marvel
That I make sense, but in truth
That is not the point of this meeting
Of two souls, it is the meeting of bodies
Of two bodies, needing each other’s warmth
And wrath, as I tell you about something
Interesting, you know that I am just
Pretending, my eyes are looking at every
Corner of your skin, the tip of your fingers
Wanting to touch me, too,
The softness of your body, the lines in
Your curvatures, swaying towards
My lips, I stop, I kneel before your
Gentleness, as you close your eyes
As you hold my hair, as you caress
My neck, my arms, my chest and you
Have sympathies for my gentleness
My humiliation, you ask me with the
Signal of your hands, and eyes, and
Lips that I rise up

To kiss you, it is all about it, and
We have no chance saying words
Again, we breathe each other’s longings
We fill our mutual emptiness, like we
Are all cups now filled with air.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Listen To Me

The Hollies
Listen To Me (Tony Hazzard)
Listen to me, I'll sing a song to change your mind.
Have you ever wondered why
when everything goes wrong
nobody stops to lend a hand,
nobody seems to care?
Then she looks you in the eye
and suddenly you're strong,
and very soon you realize that you didn't care about love.
Listen to me, I'll sing a song to change your mind.
Your ears are deaf, your mouth is dumb, your eyes are blind.
Listen to me and very soon I think you'll find,
somebody wants to help you,
somebody seems to care.
And very soon you've forgotten
that you didn't care about love.
Does it hurt to realize
you've been acting very strange,
refusing to take the love she gives,
pretending you don't care?
Did it take you by surprise
to discover how you'd changed -
how you forgot to remember
that you didn't care about love?
Listen to me, I'll sing a song to change your mind. (listen to me)
Your ears are deaf, your mouth is dumb, your eyes are blind.
Listen to me and very soon I think you'll find, (listen to me)
somebody wants to help you,
somebody seems to care.
And very soon you've forgotten
that you didn't care about love.
Listen to me, I'll sing a song to change your mind. (listen to me)
Your ears are deaf, your mouth is dumb, your eyes are blind.
Listen to me and very soon I think you'll find, (listen to me)
somebody wants to help you,
somebody seems to care.
And very soon you've forgotten
that you didn't care about love.
You care 'bout love.
you care 'bout
you care 'bout
you care 'bout love.

song performed by by Hollies
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Where Is The Love?

where is the love?

you ask me when i kiss you
you doubt the warmth of my lips
the truthfulness of my arms
the civility of my fingers
the trustworthiness of my hands

where is the love?

you look into my eyes
like you are a woman swimming in my river
you feel the coldness of my waters
the silence of my stones
the calmness of my sands
the coyness of my fish and snails

where is the love?

you ask me
you find the lotus without a flower
you find the driftwood on the water

my love, try finding love in the sky above

do you see love in the sun?
do you feel love with the moon?
do you hear the love from the tiny stars?

tell me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Loneliness Of The Untiring Writer

with equanimity i write for this audience,

deaf,
blind,
mute,

....imagine some monkeys and rats, and worms and squirrels

mute, blind, deaf,
i have no regret at all,

their hearts are bigger than the islands of paradise,
the mute claps with three hundred hands,
the blind sings with all the angelic voices in tens of hundreds
the deaf dances like some kind of a wiggling worm
vitally replicating its numbers geometrically

there is still this
wanting to be caught by a hungry
black bird

it is the silence of the mute that speaks so loudly
like a speaker of the house,

it is the restlessness of the deaf that shakes me,
and i tremble like a cymbal clanging ceaselessly

the chants of the blind, mystifies me,
scented cinders, lighted candles, fireflies on the trees

conclusion: we have become one happy family
and tonight, i will be writing some more for them

I've got no other valuable audience anyway.
and, let me finally add,
it is only my dead mother who still loves me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blind is the Deepest Love

Blind is the deepest love, where sight gives way to insight
And the wonder of her face is of no consequence

I summon my powers of composition, unswayed by her attraction
My skills of translation in the service of emotions

Language is my guide within her storybook of life
I hear her songs in lines made up more seductively than eyes

Dancing their descent and rise. And if I never see her face
I could find myself in her embrace
When I reach out with my heart to hold her close.

In the quiet of a small abode, large in its comforts
And in profile against a sky of endless dark

I dipped my small hands in the pristine pool
Of silence deep, finding a touch that made reply

As her hands met and conversed with mine
She spoke a tongue new to my life.

Insisting that I didn't mind, that the absence
Of her face before my eyes
Was beautiful beyond the beauty I was sure to find.

Renunciations made, you journeyed to construct
Your gates set on the freedom of deserted hills

Far from the cities which stand remote
Where stars and souls are never visible.

So at this evening hour, late in life as I am
My gaze declining as I gather your insight

I still conceive in dreams how we let our veils fall
At the wedding of our hearts, where finally
Your eyes meet mine as if the brightest stars.

poem by Frank Bana
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Look Heart, No Hands

I remember how it used to feel
Riding down old two mile hill
Tennis shoes up on the handle bars
Paying no mind to the passing cars
No doubts, no fears, just like when you are here
Chorus:
No chains, no strings, no fences, no wall
No net, just you to catch me when I fall
Look heart, no hands.
It took a little time to get up to speed
To find the confidence and strength I need
To just let go and reach for the sky
You know sometimes it felt I could fly.
No doubts, no fears, just like when you are here.
Chorus
It doesnt take much, just a smile or a touch
And Im a kid again, I can almost feel that wind
Look heart, no hands then play full chord to end
Jason a. wendtland
On the other hand - randy travis
On one hand I count the reasons I could stay with you
And hold you close to me, all night long.
So many lovers games I could play with you
And on that hand I see no reason why its wrong
Chorus:
But on the other hand, theres a golden band
To remind of someone who would not understand
On one hand I could stay and be your loving man
But the reason I must go is on the other hand
In your arms I feel the passion, I thought had died
When I looked into your eyes I found myself
When I first kissed your lips I felt so alive
Ive got to hand it to you girl, youre something else
Repeat chorus

song performed by by Randy Travis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Stone Statue

Hear me
Feel me
Why can't you understand me
My heart is beating
My mind is bleeding
Why can't you hear me
I long to feel a touch
I'm fighting to embrace the warmth
The nectar of life
But yet I am only given strife
Why am I that stone statue
Left alone in a forgotten garden
Gravel tears do I shed
Cracks in my heart and body
They are all I feel
My concrete hands are reaching
My stone eyes are searching
Yet I am alone
The statue of stone
Forgotten amongst lifes cold road...

poem by Janelle Morehart
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I have seen a Hand

plenty of money can be done, hundred of
days can't see the sun, morning is the night
nothing is empty, only the eyes that open
with out seeing the day of yesterday

what makes then a man and proud to say
when anything goes heavy, leaving no
regret with the heart loaded with fancy, and
seems it look my face is happy

wonderful you come to my need, I am almost
blind to myself, wishing all the star to bring
me out, a little hand in my shoulder and letting
me to hold in my head you fold

your hand brings me up, where i'm almost
falling down into the ground, no one care and
everybody is blind to find my teary eyes, as I
grief to my grave the end time of my mind

open my eyes, and feel a little touch so gently
washing my tears, turning the wheel to face the
real victory where I was once so blind and now I
found the key to the smiling tears I offer to the
one once I forget to be with me

make tomorrow the day to hold of what was
yesterday and load to fit the future that comes in
my living arms, where I lay down my memories
of life

I have this day, a moment to nemesis the past,
leaving what is not it fulfills, yet! forwarding what
is something to hope the little hand I wish to
lay, where I'll take my rest

poem by Antonio Liao
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A Gigolo Lies in Wait

He is hit by the beams of her roving eyes
and swept off to the sky by her sensual looks.
But reach his ears to her groans and longing sighs.

Those who have no feel of love hate the mad guys
who keep open the pages of their hearts' books.
He is hit by the beams of her roving eyes.

The rogues who share the bed where the strumpet lies,
dare to kill the sparrows which chirp by the brooks.
But reach his ears to her groans and longing sighs.

The poofs and ponces who feel no lovers' ties
live in peace undisturbed by the rabbles' hooks.
He is hit by the beams of her roving eyes.

Her orgling glances are her restless heart's spies
who know not the pangs of a bloke, a girl rooks.
But reach his ears to her groans and longing sighs.

When armed men mob to lynch, his heart soars and flies.
Gigabytes of news they get from all the nooks.
But he's hit by the beams of her roving eyes.
And reach his ears to her groans and longing sighs.

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Let Me In Your Heart To Love You

Life is an open highway,
And i was walking alone,
In the coldness of the world,
Trying to find my way and be strong.

I found on the way two beautiful brown eyes,
Shinning at me like stars in the darkness,
I am looking to your eyes amazed and charmed,
It's an incredible force connecting my eyes with yours.

Through your eyes i see your soul,
I feel the warmth the goodness you hold,
I see myself in your eyes, i can see the world,
It's like looking into the door of your open heart.

Let me be the sunshine to warm you,
Let me be your rain and catharsis,
Let me be your dream coming true,
Let me in your heart to love you.

poem by Cristina Teodor
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Draw You (demo)

I see the spirit moving in the very fabric of the universe
I tell you so
You see the power in your hands
To ease the suffering of a dying child
You tell me so
I reach for stars
But you are keeping both feet firmly planted
On the ground
Or so Ive found
I wrestle with eternal questions
You wrestle with the here and now
Cause youre here and now
It breaks my heart that your alluring eyes
Are blind to what I see
Its tragic that the quests that move our lives
Are just so different
But I could draw you into my heart
If your eyes werent closed to me
And I would draw you into the world
Behind the one you see
If I could speak my mind
Then I could take you to secret places only ours to find
Your spirit longs to breathe
If only youd believe
(la la la nah nah nah la la)
I look for miracles
And search for the miraculous along my way
You seem to say
The opposite is true for you
You just seem satisfied with what you find each day
Your lifes ok
Your spirits lost and wandering in the sand
I swear I hear your voice
Crying save me from the desert
Take my hand
Lead me to water
But I could draw you into my heart
If your eyes werent closed to me
And I could draw you into the world
Behind the one you see
If I could speak my mind
Then I would take you to secret places only ours to find
Your spirit longs to breathe
If only youd believe

song performed by by Daniel Bedingfield
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I Want

(Translation To: Ich Will)

I want...

I want you to trust me
I want you to believe me
I want to feel your eyes
I want to control every heartbeat

I want to hear your voices
I want to disturb the peace
I want you to see me well
I want you to understand me

I want your fantasy
I want your energy
I want to see your hands
I want to go down in applause

Do you see me?
Do you understand me?
Do you feel me?
Do you hear me?
Can you hear me?
We hear you
Can you see me?
We see you
Can you feel me?
We feel you
I don't understand you

I want...

We want you to trust us
We want you to believe everything from us
We want to see your hands
We want to go down in applause - yeah

Can you hear me?
We hear you
Can you see me?
We see you
Can you feel me?
We feel you
I don't understand you

Can you hear us?
We hear you
Can you see us?
We see you
Can you feel us?
We feel you
We don't understand you

I want...

song performed by by Rammstein
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I Can't Ever Get Enough Of You

Well I know that I have only ever held your hand
But just one touch is more than enough to understand
There's a master plan
And although I know I don't believe in destiny
Maybe it found me
Now my world is filled with so many things
But nothing compares to the touch of your skin
There's a symphony
And a melody that plays whenever you're around
I think I've been found

I can see the sun
And I can feel the rain
I can hear the wind call your name
I can feel your love
But there's one thing I can't do
I can't ever get enough of you

Now I know that in the past I've been much too keen
But your eyes are the kindest that I've ever seen
I guess there are some things you just know
There's a voice inside telling me to hold on
And never let you go
There's a tune that plays
It's a sacred sound
It's a symphony I hear whenever you're around
Now my world is filled
With a whisper of love and a promise of tomorrow

I can see the sun
And I can feel the rain
I can hear the wind call your name
I can feel your love
But there's one thing I can't do
I can't ever get enough of you

When we make love I lose track of time
I can't count all the colors I see in your eyes
And while your heart beats in mine

song performed by by Darren Hayes from Spin
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