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Best Poems From
RIC S. BASTASA
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do you know why you are unhappy?
you have always been unhappy
feeling unwanted, despised and hurt
yes, your ego is hurt
you believe that this ego is hurt
that this ego exists
try believing there is none
believe that there is no such word as
ego
try believing there is no you at all
let us see who gets the feeling of being unwanted
despised or hurt
there is none now
you see? 99% percent of what you do is for yourself
yourself
your ego and you are so unhappy, because in truth
there is no you
there is no ego
and all you did was for no one else
that is what emptiness is all about
precisely, that is what unhappiness is.
RIC S. BASTASA
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do you know?
do you know Manny that when
she (you know who) writes a poem she also wears
her shades &
for what reason that is something that we all have to figure out
but i remember something about what she once said
while we were walking at the park
her ratiocination
of wearing shades
she looks at people in detail
without them knowing that she is looking
in short, Manny, she goes out but she never lets
others in
just like in her life, it has always been this one-way drive
she pops out
and then she closes everything
her mouth shut
and her heart closed tightly
and coldly
like the sweet honey
(i meant the sweet person that she
is or was)
stiff and hardened
in the freezer
frozen
RIC S. BASTASA
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5599.
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do you like my verse?
yes, the diary, of some events though too personal about some
rifts between brothers, my brother and i,
am so patient, till the end, though i am older and mild mannered always
seeking to understand the gap of
ten years, practically he belonging to another strange generation
while i keep my mouth shut
my mind open to him: as i reduce him to prose and elevate him
further to poetry, and i am glad you like
this poetry of brothers reaching a conciliation
like some great movies
about brothers karamazov
and their anna kareninas or yes, yes, lady chatterly's
or emma
you never know grace, unlike tina she is not a brown dog
but the brown prima donna of my life
love lost and brothers fighting over some little wars of their hearts
do not attempt to understand
this is purely a private matter of the bastasa family,
rocky maribujoc, roots of molave trees, some streams of consciousness
always coming to my mind
a diary, a poem, a story that i want to tell
maybe tomorrow, or may be not at all, it will cost me a lot of pain
some unbearable lightness of my being
sadness, and hidden laughters stored for another year
like wine, well more of like, vinegar actually
oh, wasting your time, as i do waste mine, on words
maybe wisdom of saying what we want to say in our minds
like a river flowing and we intend to just watch
and not take the plunge
the plunge, the way we get wet, the way our bodies
fit with wet clothes all together revealing some hidden private parts
that other may find too flimsy
well, as i am telling you, this is my poetry, a flow, a river running steadily
to the deep blue sea
and yes,
shall we take the necessary plunge
just to check if we really know how to swim how to survive and not just
write poetry hoping that they may believe our quest for sincerity
and then let me still ask
if you like my verse, a stream of unconsciousness still coping up
what to do
with our messy lives
RIC S. BASTASA
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do you miss me?
i do not want to be biased
about how you feel about me
but i do feel it
you miss me. Our first date was a mess.
we like to do it.
but we did not. and now we go crazy
thinking why did we not do it
but gracious, do you know what she said
in SEX AND THE CITY?
sex on a first date is bad luck.
guess we must thank ourselves.
at least i had it with someone else.
RIC S. BASTASA
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