13761. I Shall Not Run Away From Myself 8/1/2013
13762. My Shadow 8/1/2013
13763. And Where I Shall Go After? 8/1/2013
13764. Away From The Madhouse Of The Chattering Crowd. 8/1/2013
13765. Up In The Middle And Down Under 8/1/2013
13766. The Woes Of Our Times 6/4/2013
13767. On Going And Coming 6/4/2013
13768. Two Rocks Are Speechless. 8/2/2013
13769. Like A Chopper To The Blue Skies. 8/2/2013
13770. And Then You Are Nothing. 8/2/2013
13771. Like A Dried Cocoon 6/2/2013
13772. A Poem Of Hope.... 6/2/2013
13773. The Willing Victim Of The Justice System 8/3/2013
13774. The Father Of Man 8/3/2013
13775. The Pain From Which The Soul Dances With So Much Joy 8/5/2013
13776. Emotiking 8/5/2013
13777. Coffee Talk 8/5/2013
13778. Happiness Is Longing For Repetition 8/5/2013
13779. Lungs Always Feeling Empty Still 8/5/2013
13780. Sighed 8/5/2013
13781. The Day Is About To Close 8/5/2013
13782. The Chair And The Tree 8/5/2013
13783. Where You Really Live 8/13/2013
13784. The Dog On The Wall Of Childhood 8/13/2013
13785. Who Knows? She Must 8/15/2013
13786. It Will Just Be A Waste Of Time 8/15/2013
13787. Mere Words, Mere Scrap 8/15/2013
13788. Bits About A Family Tree 8/15/2013
13789. I Am Just Poetic 8/15/2013
13790. From The Viewpoint Of An Abstractionist 8/15/2013
13791. Will You Still Write A Lonely Poem? 8/15/2013
13792. Jean Paul Has Called Hell 8/15/2013
13793. Child's Variations 8/15/2013
13794. As You Abstracted Her 8/15/2013
13795. On The Emptiness Of Our Chairs 8/15/2013
13796. Not Needing Any Worshiper 8/22/2013
13797. To Let Go What Clots Inside 8/22/2013
13798. We Still Do Not Really Know Where 8/22/2013
13799. A Pantomime 8/6/2013
13800. The Source Of Ideas 8/7/2013
Best Poem of RIC S. BASTASA

' The Last Dance Of Your Life '


you don't really have to mind
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

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

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 ...

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just like anything that you did in the past
you started like
gasoline spilled
on the cemented road
and a matchstick lighted
it and the fire ran
like a will o'wisp
but as usual it was

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