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  10797.     

self-searching

we always want to spend
Independence Day on the beach
what is it that we want to be reminded of?
the sands? yes what about the sand?
the grains?

when we arrive there
the kids run to meet the sea with laughter
the sea breeze is salty yet cool
the trees are tall and big and shady

the silent sands are peopled now
we will be too busy with fun
feeling saved and going public with
all that happiness gives us

the silent sands look at us with a gaze
it has a record of the past
it has absorbed the memories of the sea
it looks at us with pity

what is it about the sands and their silence?
i think i know it but my friend you must find it yourself.
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 

   
   
 

  10798.     

SELF-TALK for A.C.

after that anonymous talk
(since you never revealed your name,
referring me to
Rumpelstiltskin, to my chagrin,
i realized,
how low is your opinion of myself,
how debased have i been
with your figures and
stories, that i myself, have not even
bothered for years,
simply because they are not true
and which you tried to impress
upon me as
God's truths,
and as you advised, i look at myself in the
mirror
and i look at it with all compassion
and i tell myself,
this is all i got, and this is all that
i can love
because you cannot
and never dared,
but just the same i say, thank you,
and at that time,
i tell the mirror, i wish that creature
a happy death someday,
one, where after smiling,
one can hear the chasm of the earth
divide, and there
the intrigue is swallowed
whole

i do not know you
so how can i say what you are too,
coward!
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 

   
   
 

  10799.     

self-talk in that secret....

at the end
i am about to cry

something bothers me
somehow
i can't

i hold the knob of the
door
tightly
i want to go out from
this old house
and be with you
but i finally loosen
my hold
and go back to the room
of myself

the law speaks
tradition warns that something
may happen
and i cannot take
all the possible
harsh
consequences

and so i give up my life
and meaning
i stay in the comfort of ordinary
days
unhappily

but it is worth it
when i come back i find a house where i
can still live


it is you that makes me live some more
in the blur of our memories
when you are finally gone
with no address t refer to
(you never write me letters)
i stay put on my chair
and immerse myself in the deep silence
of my sad thoughts

it is the case again
of i want to go but i must stay
same rehashed argument

when i ask you if you are happy
your answer is yes and no,

but i understand it perfectly
it is the same answer that i write
in my journal
in those three perfect days

i forgive myself
but i can never forget you

love stays
but time shall always try to vanish it
without
our consent
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 

   
   
 

  10800.     

self-talk is a prayer.....

i have nothing
so urgent to say to you

i am at peace
and here i am savoring time
like the way i am chewing gum

that lost its sugar

i have nothing
to say anymore to you

i admit
i have not said anything at all

despite all those
well chosen words arranged like books in their shelves


there is an age
where saying is admitted to make no difference at all

where secrets are not secrets but irrelevant
squabbles of the heart

they remain buried
but they will not be dead

the remain invisible like air
but still very essential

my lips are gravestones
that is when i discovered that self-talk is actually a prayer
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 
 
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