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Best Poems From
RIC S. BASTASA
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pain has always been poetic
everyday
pain is poetry
please do
not demote it
to your
layman's prose
do not degrade
it to your
language of
abuse
let it stay
beautiful in our
hearts
we need it
to be that
way in order
to survive
RIC S. BASTASA
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pain in the guts of the man in the gutter
the gutter is not the nicest place to live
all the while you are too common and unnecessary
dispensable like a woman's napkin
but you live there just the same
there is pain in your stomach
you lose your guts
and when you die they do not mind at all
all people die anyway
and always there are others who replace you
from where you are
and then you are forgotten
you try to write some things in your journal
hoping that someone accidentally reads them
and you may have justified
your having been here, for once
they have no time and they too have many things to do
always
they come and go and leave and die and then finally forgotten
like nothing is really significant in this world
just like them
and you
and so why bother, why?
RIC S. BASTASA
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pain is us
pain is us, the forest feels it.
pain is us, the seas suck it.
pain is us, the air is choked.
pain is us, the trees are cut
into pieces, and we write the
pain on paper.
pain is us, the earth is holed
and all its black intestines
all burned, our wars never ending
our selfishness stretching even
to the tiniest star that we still
want to own, on paper, like
torrens titles of the glitter.
pain is us, unquantifiable.
RIC S. BASTASA
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pain...
you have snubbed reality
that long,
until its strong hands with
sharp nails
slap you, and you are awakened
because it
hurts you,
not because it has loved you
for long,
i think, since time
immemorial,
pain after all,
is the best teacher
as happiness seems to
be the
useless flatterer....
RIC S. BASTASA
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