RIC BASTASA Poems

you, the unknown planted all the mines.
you invented this war and exploded your bombs.
Inside myself, i am war torn. I am the child
running away, and then my brain spilled on
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i shall take a closer look of you
why are you filled with so much hate?
i like to understand every burst of your temper
why are you so unlike the rest? those who want to love
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it is the song of the little stone
taken by the slingshot
and killed our fears
of anything
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i

i YET have to
see a little black girl
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the moon sits over the pond
her legs refracted
in shimmers
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at the wake of atty. M
there fr. edgar a. preaches
about the fact
that when one dies
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i hear music from the wind
it 's the arias of the diva air.

i hear the sad song from the conch
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for writing
what really happened
on that day
and expressing
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i wanted to tell you the truth
i have long wanted to tell all these to you
years and years
i agonize on the sealing of my lips
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someday
i like to taste again the glass of orange juice that
you gave me
on that Sunday afternoon
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