Paradigms Of Progress
Becoming something from anything
was a great bliss of paradigm.
I take a dip in anonymity.
You will never know
where you start a rough patch
on the road?
A prehistoric site could not outlive
the humiliation of proximity to hate.
Violence chewed the dust.
My knees give way to anguish of morality:
horror of captivity of dawn.
The eyes are going to collapse in endless night.
Tapping of kernel in hard shell of truth bothers me,
like a mountain dew under the stone.
I will destroy the anxiety of grass.
Death of desire may take place
Fragrance still devastates the moon.
poem by Satish Verma
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Give Into Hate
Violence surrounds me
Violence in society
Violence in our eyes
Violence in their cries
Violence it's our fate?
Violence, it's too late?
Violence, no escape?
Violence, give into hate?
Is it human nature to act like animals?
We're all guilty, we're all criminals
Selfish species headed for a self destruction
Violent product of moral corruption
Violence for love
Violence because of hate
Violence, revolution
Violence of the state
Violence, you will find
Violence, it grips your mind
Violence, it's too late?
Violence, give into hate
song performed by by Unseen
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Ending Of Time?
The identity moves ahead
of the shadow of truth
I search for the absolute
in vain. Can I remove the emptiness
and talk to myself?
The core feeling is same.
We flow in our own separateness.
I want to outlive my brethren
and eat my death alone.
Mindful I watch the kernel,
swaying tree is silent
I am here due to a fault in the genes.
Grief is not my skull house.
Each night I sleep with dry lips
dreaming a lake.
My pillow floats like a chopped moon.
Silence of anonymity
in the heart of a storm.
It is a curious apparition.
The vibrations of distant whispers
fill up the lungs,
ripping apart the veins.
My inside blood utters
a shrill sob.Where to go?
We cannot return back. Ending of time?
poem by Satish Verma
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
Honor & The Doors Of Life
Honor, morality, faith and integrity
Are the glue which holds society in place.
Pornography, hate, jealousy and greed
Cause man to be plagued by disgrace.
Night and day we're informed by headlines
Which seem to give evil added time.
Always at war killing one another
In our world full of violence and crime.
Be thankful for the upright among us
Who desire to obey God's laws.
Repentant when wrong they change their ways
Serving the rest of us despite our flaws.
Honor, morality, faith and integrity
Are what life's heroes are made of.
Defending what's right; confronting what's wrong
Propelled by achievement, and love.
My Dog And Me
When life goes a stray and your poor old dog can’t sing the blues any more. You just have to start tapping with your left foot to the old southern tune. Life is like a road country road winding among the mountains. We want to get there but where never in hurry and when get there its most amazing thing you ever see. So you sit atop a mountain you and your dog a foot a tapping to the old songs of the south. You dog and your dog just look at each other with joy. There is nothing great than life, a man and his dog. So you sit upon a millions of stars gazing at life greatest wonders. I started to my play fiddle and you look at your dog. Your dog looks back and starts tapping his left foot again. A man his dog and life down past the mason Dixie line. So that old dog started howling and at the mid night train. It came rolling around the bend at a quarter to four. The sound of the whistle made my dog start doing the 2 step with old mis.jhonson. The dog and mis.jhonson danced all night to the whistle of southern train bound for Kentucky. I and mis.jhonson got married. So they live happy with their dog in the hills of the appalachaims. every time the train comes rolling around they smile and enbrance there love.
poem by Joe Hirsch
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Another Name
When postponed, death had no meaning.
It was lying in ambush.
Journey was imperfect without
a termination.
Behind the dust was another desire.
Another thumb on the trigger
starts shooting through the bubble
of moon. Every bone springs
to jump for final galaxy
of hidden stars.
Striving was brutal. Being
was dying for life. Profits
of morality on sale. Fragrance
without house. A memory
now invites another name.
Daughter of next life
lives hundreds of years
in death. Becoming
becomes the fear!
poem by Satish Verma
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i see you rise from the ashes
to become a star
up there in the skies
you glitter
in the deep black night
you are glorious in your light
the distance between us
this separation
stone am i in this garden
star you are to the heavens
there is only silence
and up there you do not see me
you do not even remember perhaps
the significance of any stone
or dust
you were once just a dust
on a leaf
you once were but a patch of me
oh, i watch you tonight
oh, you glorious star in the heavens
you have been given a place with the gods and goddesses
but in a sense
i do not envy you
in truth i may have missed you
and i may have followed you
the ways and means that i have taught you
how to be a star how to be a shining glory
but i didn't
i like it here
i love it here in this little garden of earth
where i am but a stone
for these little ants where they are building a home
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Rise From The Ashes To Become A Star
i see you rise from the ashes
to become a star
up there in the skies
you glitter
in the deep black night
you are glorious in your light
the distance between us
this separation
stone am i in this garden
star you are to the heavens
there is only silence
and up there you do not see me
you do not even remember perhaps
the significance of any stone
or dust
you were once just a dust
on a leaf
you once were but a patch of me
oh, i watch you tonight
oh, you glorious star in the heavens
you have been given a place with the gods and goddesses
but in a sense
i do not envy you
in truth i may have missed you
and i may have followed you
the ways and means that i have taught you
how to be a star how to be a shining glory
but i didn't
i like it here
i love it here in this little garden of earth
where i am but a stone
for these little ants where they are building a home
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Road Well Travelled
A road well travelled does not the journey ease
Nor do well placed signposts aid our itineraries
A road well travelled is rough and rutted where
Others have passed by this way overburdened with their cares
A road well-travelled may be full of risks and dangers
You keep yourself unto yourself and never talk to strangers.
This road well travelled has no final end in sight
It can be sunny in the daytime but quite frightening at night
This road well travelled can sometimes just disappear
And you stop not knowing where to go shivering with fear
This road well travelled sometimes returns you to its start
And leaves you walking round in circles with a sad and heavy heart.
My road well travelled has many toll gates on the way
Each time I ask directions there’s a need to always pay
My road well travelled is a lonely road at times
It is a real road that I know it’s not just a state of mind
My road well travelled is not just my road you see
It’s a road that many others take and it’s called anxiety.
poem by David Keig
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Legend Withers
I do not display, but am.
Where the heart lies.
In truth. I try to discover the centre
of sorrow and bliss.
Life has not given
me full text of death.
The shadows are larger than reals.
You will not remember me
in endless night.
I am going on a long journey
to find out what is death of a name
the death of a prayer,
and ending of self.
The naked helices of truth are blazing.
Death of a dawn
some thing dies in me.
I don’t grieve.
The frozen pain melts,
legend withers.
The shadow is liberated from image.
The sadness leaves the fingerprints on my face.
poem by Satish Verma
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Shes Changing Me
Written by bob welch.
Now the wind
Thats blowing out of the southwest
Is telling me, boy you better beware
Here she comes, and they call her the sweet omega
And youll come to know the meaning of her stare
Cause the only road that youll ever need to ride
Is the one thats rolling out, beyond her eyes
And although shell bring you joy
Dont you know she can destroy
Oh lord shes changing me
When youre down
And youre headed for a bad night
And youre seeing shapes of trouble in the stars
Shell take your hand, cause they call her the sweet omega
Then shell take away the sadness in your heart
Cause the only road that youll ever need to ride
Is the one thats rolling out, beyond her eyes
And although shell bring you joy
Dont you know she can destroy
Oh lord shes changing me
The only road youll ever need to ride
The only road youll ever need to ride
The only road youll ever need to ride
Oh, lord shes changing me...
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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I Am With Name
I was
Ramona a. stone
I started with no enemies of my own
I was an artiste
In a tunnel
But Ive been having a mid-life crisis
And Ive been dreaming in a sleep
And ape men with metal parts
Ive spat upon deeply felt age
Ive hid my hearts in
And I hate your funny colored english
Well creep togeher you and i
For I know who the small friends are
I am with name, I am with name,
I am ramona a stone
A night filled female
Good timing drone
I am with name
I am with name sleepy now
Your silhouette is so stationary
Youre released but your custody calls
And I want to be free
I am with name, I am with name
I am ramona a stone
She could say twitch & stream
Itll end in chrome
Night of the female good time drone
I am with name I am ramona a stone
She should say: I am with name
I am ramona a stone
I am ramona a stone
A person who loses a name
Feels anxiety descending
Left at the crossroads, between
The centuries a millenium fetish
I am with name, I am with name
I am ramona a stone
I am with name, night fear female
Good timing drone
I am with name
I am ramona a stone
I am ramona a stone
Anxiety descending
Anxiety descending
song performed by by David Bowie
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Love Is Fire
Its a long dark day
When we realize and understand
That weve come so far
Destiny lies close to home
L will do what l can
To keep my spirit safe and strong
If I fall on the way
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Chorus
Love is fire
Hate is stone
We desire
What we cant hold (oh no)
When theres anger
(outa) outa control
Hate is fire
Love is stone
Time deals its hand
How can we live in tenderness?
When the world seems so cold
To those who choose to take a stand!
Ooo, if l refuse to walk the line (walk the line)
Or see my dreams through someones eyes
(you know that) iii take that chance
cause nothing ever stays the same
Love is fire
Hate is stone
We desire
Ooo, what we cant hold
When theres anger
(outa) outa control
Hate is fire, ooo
Love is stone
Love is fire
Hate is stone
We desire
What we cannot hold
When theres anger
(outa) outa control yeh
Hate is fire
Love, love is stone
(you know that) love is fire
(I need to know youii see me through)
Hate is stone
(doesnt matter what we choose to do)
We desire,
Ooo, what we cant hold
When theres anger
Runnin out of control
Hate is fire
Love, now iove is stone
Love is fire
Hate is stone
We desire
What we cannot seem to hold
When theres anger
Its runnin, runnin out of control
Hate is fire
Love is stone
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Where Did You Sleep Last Night? (live)
My girl, my girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In a patch, in a patch
Where the sun never shines
And my body shivered all night
My girl, my girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In a patch, in a patch
Where the sun never shines
And my body shivered all night
Her husband was a hard working man
Killed a mile and a half from here
His head was found on a driving wheel
And his body never was found
My girl, my girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In a patch, in a patch
Where the sun never shines
My body shivered all night
My girl, my girl
Where will you go
To a place where the cold wind blows
To a patch, to a patch
Where the sun never shines
And my body shivers all night
My girl, my girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In a patch, in a patch
Where the sun never shines
And my body shivered all night
song performed by by Hole
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Aida
what beautiful body have you
soft to touch cool as dew
what virginal eyes as innocent as a dove
what fragrance how sweet such a love
refreshing air from grass and meadow
i feel like heaven & so in love with you
and what kind of horror is this
when i think i just found my bliss
in the middle of our ecstasy
with all the colors of fantasy
you turn into this black giant scorpion
your pincers preying upon my hard-on
and now, how can i ever move on?
this life in ruin, this body on destruction
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On The Road To Kandahar
It was on the road to Kandahar
That the bomb was taped to me
I was left bereft of arms and legs
No elbows and no knees.
‘Ah, God is great’ they said to me
When I was lying in my bed
‘And just think of all those virgins
That you will take unto your bed’.
Now I cannot walk nor hardly talk
My tongue it is ripped out
My body now is crippled
Yet, it’s the Koran that they still spout.
They do not know of anguish
They do not know of pain
They do not know Mohammed
They are playing cruel games.
If I could see, if I could be
Just what I was before
Then I’d still give myself to God
But to end not start a war.
poem by David Keig
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Children's Playground In The City
THIS is a place where men laid their dead,
Each with his life-tale of good or ill;
Here prayers were murmured and hot tears shed,
And passionate anguish moaned its fill.
Silent now is each voice that cried,
And the tears that were wept have all been dried
In the dust; and dust are the hearts that bled
With hopeless longing for hearts grown still.
Dead and forgotten! for Death, requiter
Of love, taught Memory how to forget!
The love that remembered them died. Grow brighter,
Oh, dim grave-garden, with dead hearts set!
Room for the small flying feet to pass,
The feet of the children over the grass!
The dead, if they knew it, would feel them lighter
Than the weight of a stone that no tears make wet.
We must die too, and the grief that will live
Must die as surely--death comes to all;
But you who come after--let Nature give
To our graves her tears, to our dust her pall:
Let her hide us away in her cold broad breast,
Let us be forgotten, and be at rest,
And over our heads let the great world strive,
And the children's voices carol and call.
If your heart on the flower of remembrance is set,
There is one way to pluck it--and only one:
Dare you ask your country not to forget
A name that needs to be graved on stone?
By grief, strife, sacrifice, scorn of fame,
You may grave on the people's hearts your name,
Or your name may die, and your soul live yet
In the cause you died for--the work you have done.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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I Have Forgiven Jesus
I was a good kid
I wouldn't do you no harm
I was a nice kid
with a nice paper-round
Forgive me any pain
I may have brung to you
with God's help I know
I'll always be near to you
but Jesus hurt me
when he deserted me / but
I have forgiven Jesus
for all the desire
He placed in me when there's nothing I can do
about desire
I was a good kid
through hail and snow I'd go
just to moon you
I carried my heart in my hand
do you understand?
do you understand?
Jesus hurted
when he deserted me, but
I have forgiven Jesus
for all of the love
He placed in me
When there's no-one I can turn to with this love
Monday - humiliation
Tuesday - suffocation
Wednesday - condescension
Thursday - is just pathetic
by Friday - life has killed me
by Friday - life has killed me
Why did you give me
so much desire?
when there is nowhere I can go
to offload this desire
Why did you give me
so much love
in a loveless world
when there is no one I can turn to
to unlock all this love
Why did you stick me in
self-deprecating bones and skin
Jesus - do you hate me?
Why did you stick me in
self-deprecating bones and skin
do you hate me? do you hate me?
do you hate me? do you hate me?
song performed by by Morrissey
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Denmark Street
Down the way from the tottenham court road
Just round the corner from old soho
Theres a place where the publishers go
If you dont know which way to go
Just open your ears and follow your nose
cos the street is shakin from the tapping of toes
You can hear that music play anytime on any day
Every rhythm, every way
You got to a publisher and play him your song
He says i hate your music and you hair is too long
But Ill sign you up because Id hate to be wrong
Youve got a tune its in your head you want to get it placed
So you take it up to a music man just to see what he will say
He says i hate the tune, I hate the words but Ill tell you what Ill do
Ill sign you up and take it round the street and see if it makes the grade
And you might even hear it played on the rock n roll hit parade
Daytime, night time, every week you can hear that heavy beat
Now the walls are shaking from the tapping of feet
Daytime, night time, every day you can hear that music play
Every rhythm, every way
song performed by by Kinks
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Death of a Union Man
The dust blossoms from grass roots
The river in the arm of the town a healthy vein
Wind at night in the elephant grass and spider on the wall
Strength under torture – one or two man cell
Does it matter how he died in the hands of the State
Is this so far from a sleepy peasant town?
Not as distant as the stars are to the village night
But as vivid as they are, to the ones allowed to know
Soft wind – full moon – palm trees
Night of day making a mockery
Donkey road – tin can street –
Cans on rough grass –
Static – airwaves – faint hurried news:
Death of a Union man
We remain in times of plenty
With faith in history while riot stories grow
Confusing a simple hope
Confounding the politics of luxury
The warm winter nights caress terribly
Like a woman on the edge of birth
The river bears strengths useless to me
But sustaining for us all
Like you, overcoming the cruelty by shadows.
poem by Frank Bana
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