RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

4841. In The Church 6/27/2009
4842. The Bulk 6/27/2009
4843. As Huge As A Cruise Ship 6/27/2009
4844. The Growing Consciousness 6/27/2009
4845. Intimacy 6/27/2009
4846. Song Of India 6/27/2009
4847. Read This Aloud 6/27/2009
4848. At The Second Floor 6/27/2009
4849. How Can I Ever Be? 6/27/2009
4850. Every Drop 6/27/2009
4851. Beautiful Passion 6/27/2009
4852. The Handiwork Of God 6/28/2009
4853. To Be Red 6/28/2009
4854. An Abandoned Love Song 6/28/2009
4855. Happier This Time 6/28/2009
4856. Marker 6/28/2009
4857. For Whom Do We Write? 6/28/2009
4858. Comfort Zone 6/28/2009
4859. Life Oh Life 6/28/2009
4860. My Morning 6/28/2009
4861. His Loneliness 6/28/2009
4862. Know Thyself And Then Live Your Life The Way You Deem It Fit 6/28/2009
4863. Trois 6/28/2009
4864. His Sermon 6/28/2009
4865. I Am Time 6/12/2009
4866. You Only Feel Me Once 6/12/2009
4867. Creep 6/13/2009
4868. Something That I Have Always Kept Away From You 6/13/2009
4869. I Tried To Paint The Canvas 6/14/2009
4870. Get Used To All These Somehow 6/14/2009
4871. It Will Be Another Week 6/14/2009
4872. This Afternoon 6/14/2009
4873. It Was Then When I Tried Fitting Your Dancing Shoes 6/14/2009
4874. We Have Been Silent 6/14/2009
4875. The Curse 6/14/2009
4876. Just Walk 6/14/2009
4877. The Rain And The Blood 6/14/2009
4878. Drugging Life 6/15/2009
4879. The Mountain Of Malady 6/15/2009
4880. Grief And Sorrow 6/15/2009

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' The Last Dance Of Your Life '

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you don't really have to mind
death
what power do you have for it

when it comes
it comes
none can prevent it
from sitting beside you

the doctors are honest
and sometimes
too stupid to give you a promise
for another extension of
life

a hope that poisons the mind instead
and makes
our recent stand rigid and
unreasonable

for those who have seen the light
on one hand
sees death as
a welcome experience
in fact a festivity
another coming experience
another full moon
at the bay

another ...

Read the full of ' The Last Dance Of Your Life '

Ephemeral

A red hibiscus that blooms
In the morning
Closes, wilts, in the afternoon,
You expect another one of its kind tomorrow,
A china rose,
Your night life,
At the outdoor café, sitting on light fabricated
Silver chairs, sipping tea, puffing smoke, sipping
Margarita, gazing

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