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Best Poems From
RIC S. BASTASA
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the final insignificance
to know what is real
you must pass through a labyrinth
of doors
you will be lost
that is the first test
you must find
that key of losing
without having to feel
any emotion
be it gladness or
sadness
after passing that door
you are transformed
into another path
where other lost people
pass at you
and does not ask your
name
or what you are
you become a floor
and all their feet
step upon you
but you will not
know this
because this just happens
as a matter
of consequence
when all the strangers
pass
and there is no one left
you are granted a pair
of wings
that door in the clouds
is the next
no one sees it
except you
and you fly through
it
until you become
a little star
hanging yourself in
the corridors of
space
you have no choice
here
except to give light
you fulfill
what you are finally
one of those
that glitter
and yet no one
really minds
what you have become
for in truth
you are just one of the billions
and hence
insignificant
RIC S. BASTASA
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the final plunge
i have taken the plunge
deep in the bosom of the blue sea
into the depths of the ocean
to be with the fish and the
corals of this sandy floor
there is no coming back
there are no reasons on the surface
there is this final plunge
searching for eternity
forget me then, creature of light
RIC S. BASTASA
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The Finder Of The Exit
AROUND us are WALLS,
ALWAYS walls,
all walls, and up our longings
are our longings
like a sky up there
all sky, pure blue sky
we are never birds
by design
we are the geckos on walls
we always sound
echoes, lots of echoes that
return to us
from these walls around us
we are an island surrounded by water
down there
down here
there must be an exit
we must dive and be not afraid to drown
because we are never birds by design
there must be a cave where these waters
get inside us
we dive, dive deeper into our oceans of doubt
there is an exit
i know, now, where. Follow me.
RIC S. BASTASA
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the finest glass
expect later on
that the finest glass
shall be broken
that 's how things
are meant to be
the good die young
the finest shall be taken
RIC S. BASTASA
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