RIC BASTASA Poems

sad indeed,

there are other freedoms
still
...

it is there
it goes out
you want to hide it in your palm
in your clenched fist
...

Some are not really causes
But just symptoms
And we misdiagnose
A sickness
...

a dark rose growing from a dark
concrete crevice of
this deserted building
on a dark night
...

If I speak of love, it is because love speaks
To me, like we are having this conversation
About love itself, and I ask love that if I speak
Of love, will love believe me?
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In Islam,
a holy war; a war ordained by God
The Koran
teaches
...

from her stern face
it seems that she only had certainty
her face is square like most windows
but hers is different since it is always closed
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oftentimes the cage
is like an egg
imprisoning a yolk
between
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now that you see
something red in me

read my lips
...

think think think
you think a lot wanting to capture
the words and fit in all the works
write
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