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Poems By Poet RIC S. BASTASA  11/24/2014 12:30:53 AM
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  7197.     

I did not notice that you are still there

Though you know it is me
That I am here a longer time
ahead of you
]
When you arrive
You pretend that
There is no
Presence of me
]

Do you love my absence?
Do you want me
To leave
Or you simply
Want a proof of your importance
]

That I notice you are here
And that it should be
Me first to say hello
to you
]

You always doubt my presence
My unequivocal
Love
]

Will it be you or her?
Or you and
Her?

]

Or just you
It is something till today
An equivocation


Equipoised.
 
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  7198.     

I Did Not Say I Love U

there is something wrong with my
beliefs
perhaps my codes are rambled
again
my cards are in disarray and my
locks of hair are rising to the air
i look like an electrified hippie

i want to say i care for you and
even i love you but i just can't

there is a lump in my throat and
with my own hands using the mirror
of my car, i look at it, there is blood,
and there is a porcupine inside it,
wanting to come out, but it can't
entangled like a hook in the gills of
a fluffy fish, poisoned and dead.
 
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  7199.     

i didn't know that butchered animals do not feel pain

sexy, so sexy,
and meaty and
tasty....

tenderloin steak,
spare ribs,
pork barbecue,
menudo,
sausages, and
chicharon, and
brain chops

sexy, so sexy,
butchered meat
feeling no pain
well cooked and
too spicy on my
table.

do i hear
the sound of red
blood dripping?

send it the specialty of this house.
sexy, so sexy,
and meaty and tender and juicy....

that is how i want things to be.
i don't mind the pain too.
 
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  7200.     

i do beleive in God

there may be doubts
like pebbles along the path towards a house
there may be darkness
at the end of day
but there is still a candle to light
a gas lamp by the side
of the door
outside the house covered by a glass

you see how even during the storm
through the window
transparent on the curtains
there is still this flickering light
despite the wind
even in my sleep my nightmares
faith still glistens
like a distant star

amen.
 
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