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  11601.     

that room

... it was simply wider
for me

i was like a pebble
falling to the
ocean floor of
the Surigao
trench

...it made me lonelier
it made me think of you

that room was a night
of long sleeplessness

the following morning
my eye sockets deepen
like a black hole of
my self
made universe

i am still looking for myself
and i am
afraid

i have not found it still

someone is talking
and writing and i do not recognize
it

it is strange and it seems to be
the truest of my
lie.
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 

   
   
 

  11602.     

That Sadness In Your State

an autobiography appears life a blurred picture
you are lost in the tracks of the past
greatness is never spotted
because you have considered each as a mere folder
another item, just like any other number that slides from your fingers
then something bites you
the pain makes you jerk, and you begin to watch carefully the tip of
your thumb,
this hurts, who is this? who are you?
and you know the person well,
the one that hurt you makes you remember a name
the face sticks in your brain
somehow, you remember, he is the greater one which you did not mind
and now you claim
we were together in that same school of thought
and i believe you,

why do you have to be like that? when there is no scream there is no one.
when you do not hear the jump into the storm from the ship of prolonged
blot of dark blue color, or that scarlet of bloody discrimination
from the rest of the oppressing humanity
then
that is the only time that you begin to mind
that there is someone out there and he is calling for help

why do you think of help only when you are dying yourself?
why do you begin to think of caring when you are hurt yourself?

you only feel, when the pain starts to take its house in you.
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 

   
   
 

  11603.     

that sadness that irony and that waste

i still have
Papa's picture
when he was old
and sickly
and dying and i
remember we were
talking seriously
at the patio
of that old house that
he built from
all his sacrifices
and it was you brother
you took that picture
with father's finger
pointing at me
and what that really meant
we both
really knew
and i still feel
the sadness
the irony
and the
waste.
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 

   
   
 

  11604.     

that sandwich

as you take that sandwich
i remember 1971

the ham, and mayonnaise
the purple sliced onions
and cucumber
that you slip between
a big sandwich which you
say is too delicious

that is not how i saw it in the 70's
you were too young then
to know the connotation of the word

or the metaphor of being sandwiched
between two warring forces
who wanted to win by killing each other

they were all civilians mind you
sandwiched between the armed and dangerous government
and the armed and more dangerous rebels

the ham, and mayonnaise
the purple sliced onions
and cucumber
that you slip between
a big sandwich which you
say is too delicious

in the 70's they were not delicious at all
they were maimed, and bloody, killed on the streets
and public plazas bombed and brains scattered
on the hot cemented pavements
people kept in hog wires and secret
detention places

brothers all but so insensitive to the
the roots of humanity
Cains and Abels


the ham, and mayonnaise
the purple sliced onions
and cucumber
that you slip between
a big sandwich which you
say is too delicious

when all i need is simply a bitter tasting coffee
without the sugar and cream
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 
 
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