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When I Begin To Read Poetry
when love gazes at me
and when i expect its pleasures
i surrender my crown
and bow upon its
whims
& caprices
lots of pains here and there
a little of bliss
some shares of
ecstasies
subject to the frailness of time
the vulnerability of
change
the temporariness of
thrills
a firecracker
of giggles
that in seconds
fade
in the darkness
i am tired of love
and its teases
got lots of scars
that i can never
be proud of
through the folds of
time
in this gamble i am
always bound to
lose with lots
of sores
in these lovely wars
i am always
left out
loveless upon the
twisted arms
of my fate
and so i shift to books
venture in politics and
hide in the quick blankets
of my philosophies
' i am safe' i proclaim
but not until
i see you again
'here comes my foolish heart! '
i wish i can
rewrite feelings
'but i cannot'
i look for that page
that shall make me
dumb again
that which does not make
me understand
even erase
the basic foundation of
my being
i run to poetry
asking for help
hide behind her skirt
sit down there
with her
and then
i begin to read.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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