RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

2641. At Your Party 12/13/2008
2642. Devotion 12/14/2008
2643. I Never Thought 12/14/2008
2644. My Life 12/14/2008
2645. The Moon And The Window 12/14/2008
2646. The Brighter Side Of Life 12/14/2008
2647. On Relishing Small Pleasures 12/14/2008
2648. Quiet 12/14/2008
2649. The Sound Of My Silence 12/14/2008
2650. Our Loneliness Talks To Us In Images 12/14/2008
2651. True Love 12/14/2008
2652. For Lack Of Words 12/15/2008
2653. Automation 12/15/2008
2654. Snow 12/15/2008
2655. Dinner 12/15/2008
2656. Go Girl 12/15/2008
2657. To Be Free 12/15/2008
2658. My Heart 12/15/2008
2659. Pains 12/15/2008
2660. Soon 12/15/2008
2661. Loneliness Is Like Cancer 12/15/2008
2662. Refraction 12/16/2008
2663. A Straw On A Glass Of Water 12/16/2008
2664. And 12/16/2008
2665. Expand Time: Rarefaction 12/16/2008
2666. Chopsticks 12/13/2008
2667. A Concoction 12/13/2008
2668. Yard Setting 12/13/2008
2669. Colors 12/13/2008
2670. Borrowers 12/13/2008
2671. Cyberspace 12/14/2008
2672. I Like It Here (Part Two) 12/14/2008
2673. You Pray 12/14/2008
2674. What I Need 12/14/2008
2675. The Sound Of Sand And Gravel 12/14/2008
2676. Justmesays 12/16/2008
2677. Parmenides 12/16/2008
2678. We Have Arrived To This 12/16/2008
2679. This Is Happening 12/16/2008
2680. Someone Says 12/16/2008

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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 ...

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Finally

just like anything that you did in the past
you started like
a
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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