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The Blackbird in You...
the red bird had the same
experience as yours
you were told
soared to the
seventh sky and
dove
fearlessly on the water which
according to their final story
felt like an
iron wall smashing its tiny body
into mashed
meat
like a melon crashing
into the cemented
street of the city
you are a blackbird and
you always know
what to do
not listening to stories but still
learning a lot from
those who lived
to the full
you perched upon a twig facing the sea
felt the breeze
fell asleep....
the pain is not gone
it is still there, but who cares?
RIC S. BASTASA
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the blank pages...
each day
we open the pages of a book
each page is empty
this book of our lives
we write some words
we are careful not to hurt
and be dismayed
we always take the opportunity
the somehow
we also know how to enlighten
ourselves and be happy
with the originality of our thoughts
everyday is always an opportunity
to discover the little wonders of our
unique beings
there is no one like me, and this
i will always say.
i love myself.
RIC S. BASTASA
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the blank space inside us
there are blank pages
some say that it is a must that something must be drawn
words to be written
thoughts to stifle, capture,
stuffed,
there is a day that you prefer
to keep a blank sky
a dark sky without stars
no light
when you close your eyes
you are at home with this blank page
words become
invincible
but they are all there
perfectly correct
well viewed by the eyes of your heart
somehow you go beyond
your every
day fences
move away, jump and run towards
an island of light
a patch of green grass
still no stars
pure blank
it is when you do not believe in the power of thoughts
when what preoccupies you
is nothing when you are finally one with all
space
it is too peaceful to even dropp a word
like a pin on
a shiny floor of tiles....
RIC S. BASTASA
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the blank wall waits for you...you must decide what to do with it...
from time to time you face a
blank wall and you are confronted what to do with it
carrying with you
the past walls which had become too dirty
to read and you have dreams
about a wall of art
and you have thought carefully what to put on this blank wall
it must be something beautiful
and dignified and
worthy of an honor
it must not contain the regret of
what is wasted
and abused
about what is neglected
and disturbing
and this is the problem now
note it well
you doubt if this time you will write something on it
or not at all
because you want to be safe
and clean and
restrained.
RIC S. BASTASA
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