It's a wonderful time to be here It's nice to be alive Wonderful people everywhere " The way they comb their hair makes me want to say It's a wonderful place Oh what a wonderful place For you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, not me " - Rage Against the Machine -
Saturday, January 24
CAPTIVE
And, oh, all else found in the heavens
That when I look at you watching me
Sorry for having caged your beauty
You tried to make me understand you
And be happy for all that you do
I could not be what you wanted me
Sorry for having caged your beauty
You are too much of a great goddess
To be tied up to someone useless
Sorry i could not make you happy
Sorry for having caged your beauty
Blame me not for I love you that much
So much to build my world by as such
Structures to keep you all for just me
Sorry for having caged your beauty
Denny me not my distorted views
Leave me the right to light my own fuse
Take the chance to find what you could be
I have no right to cage your beauty
-Orville "chubby" Basas
Wednesday, January 14
stand
BROTHER: She has loved you more than anything and anyone has done
She gave to you her strongest arm and her ever shining sun
She has given a gift to you that you never can repay
but open your eyes and look around, that was but yesterday
Your once bleeding heart is bleeding no more
And for three years running you locked your door
I know you were hurt but it's time to stand
The happiness you seek is by your hand
HE: Then tell me how, my brother, for my heart is no longer young
For three silent years my heart could not love, my heart has not sung
I want to move on, my brother, but my heart is still in fear
Will I be able to love another as I once loved her?
Brother, I fear I could not love better
Anyone at all, as I have loved her
I want to move on, my brother, I do
But am I ready to love a love true?
Am I that ready to be loved and have so much of that pain?
Suppose I am rushing. I would love and get burned up again.
Or suppose I will not burn, but be a burden of a love
Am I ready to risk, to hurt, to cage a free flying dove?
I tell you, I have not been that better
As now I think of love, I think of her
I want to move on. I say this true
But am I ready to love just like you?
BROTHER:Your once bleeding heart is bleeding no more
So pick up your head and burst through that door
Risk it all, risk all that is in your hand
Now pick up heart, and by all means, STAND.
Tuesday, January 13
silence
Does she not hear me call to her? Is silence where I lie?
this Godforsaken silence rings, it maddens me to hear
a silent ringing around me. It throws me in to fear
To call out for her in loudness and an answer comes none.
Lady love, does she avoid me? Am I forgotten one?
The fear turns to anxiety, the silence turns me mad.
in the back of my head, she's the best I ever had.
but silence has taken it's toll and anger has set in.
What have I done to have silence? Tell me, what is my sin?
Am I cursed for I loved too much, that silence is my home?
An I wonder where she is now. Where does Lady love roam?
Am I doomed never to hear her? Am I doomed in silence?
Or is she the one who cursed me the grim of silent fence?
So I doze off to silent sleep to be accustomed with it.
To be alone in silent woods with no one but my wit.
But silence can be maddening, in time I'll loose me too.
This silent ringing lullaby will torture me of you.
So bring it on, I'll take the burn, slumber with the fire
and throw me down the pit of pain, bury me a liar.
At least I'll know you would hurt me than have silence do it.
I would rather hear you curse me than curse me with the quiet.
-Orville "chubby" Basas
Saturday, November 29
Fort
"FORT"
you, who has been with me through my ups and downs,
you who stayed with me through the smiles and frowns
you who shared all the joy and fears
you who bore with me in the laughter and tears
you whom when I nagged, lent me your ears
you who stuck with me through all these years
you who lifted me up in my darkest hour
you who owns the smile of such great power
you who fuels my every desire
you who's kiss takes me higher
you who held me down when I felt like screaming
you who calmed me down when I felt like pouncing
you 'round whom my world revolves
you whom with my love evolves
you who I give all I could muster
you who could make the sweetest day sweeter
you who in my thoughts thrive
you who keeps this poet alive
you who keeps my world to turn
you for who, every night I yearn
you with whom this artist learns
you for whom, after all these years, the flame still burns
you who have done so much for me in only four years time
you whom I love so great but this artist ran out of rhyme
-Orville "chubby" Basas-
Thursday, November 27
Wednesday, November 12
the devil's angel
to risk a life away just to drift in to the night,
to revel and bask in a demon's glow,
to try and let your affection for show,
to meet the devil's gaze in empty silent stare,
to teach him how to smile and love him beyond compare?
have you ever touched the reaper amidst the chaos that he caused?
to walk along side this empty soul and not count the cost,
to go high and low for whom who's joy is sorrow,
to give him warm embraces and seek him for tomorrow,
to walk him hand in hand and promise him forever,
to teach him how to smile and love him beyond compare?
have you aver kissed the jackal by his cemetery gates?
to sit and keep him warm while he silently awaits,
to wrap your arm around him as he dances on the graves,
to openly admire him as his lantern he does waves,
to let this creature take you to only he knows where,
to teach him how to smile and love him beyond compare?
-Orville "chubby" Basas
Monday, November 10
an artist's death
staring at the roof of the church
I notice the flapping, of a maya bird choosing
which chandelier she should perch
and I hear a man talking, to an audience sobbing
speaking like he had something to preach
I laid there still, getting my fill
of life's stories he wanted to teach
but I lost concentration, by the maya bird's action
she has perched on my casket's door
then I saw mother crying, my father denying
and my lover stood fast on the floor
you can see she is strong, I knew her for so long
but she's saddened for her artist is no more
II
'though I am gone, I knew I'd live on
through my work, my art and my song
then I remember, in one September
my work, someone done me wrong
I thought I would live, through the poems I leave
and thought all would know to whom it belong
those words were my life, my joy and my strife
but he took them and passed it as his own
I guess it dies with me, my name, art and beauty
and everything I've done and shown
so where's my art now, he stole my work, and how
this artist's name will never be known
this is how an artist dies, with plagiarism and lies
that is why the most beautiful minds
die alone.
-Orville "chubby" Basas
Tuesday, November 4
songs on loose sheets of paper
.
there, lies dreams scattered on the floor
dreams of love, living, making love and more
all for one on a distant shore
songs of two souls that are intertwined to the core
.
it makes his heart flutter to hear the words she writes
that he smiles and ignores all the stars fall through the nights
she wrote great songs worthy of bright lights
yet she sings them only to him and brings him to great heights
.
she sings like an angel, with a smile she shakes
she sings of lullabies and the loneliness she takes
she sings of dreams, for him to be there when she wakes
now that they are apart, this songwriter aches
.
she sings of when again their hearts will meet;
she sings of what to say when she sees him on the street;
of his love, scent, hugs, his warmth and heat.
And she writes songs and all, sheet after sheet after sheet.
.
and she ends up missing the one she sings for
and she longs to be with him on that same shore
and all her songs of dreams, Love and more
remains scattered on loose sheets on her bedroom floor.
-Orville “chubby” Basas
she
the girl that I wrote all my heart out for...
the girl I gave my heart to...
the only girl I loved and more...
the one I said "I love you" to...
the inspiration of my works...
the one who said she'll stay with me...
stay through all the joy and hurts...
the only girl that held me by the heart totally
the love of my life...
the heart and soul of the life I'm living...
she was gonna be my wife...
the reason why I'm doing what I'm doing...
the only thing that made me hold on...
she and I were to of a kind...
the only one that kept me moving on...
the one that can make me loose my mind..
the only life I could call my own...
the only one that listened to my song...
the only girl that has made me grown...
the only arm that I felt I belong...
my lovely earth angel of grace and beauty...
...has left me to fight the world alone
...she left me with nothing but my sanity
...she is my heart and I'm dying 'cause she's gone.
-Orville "chubby" Basas
dream land
on this bed I lay, and drift away, as I rest my head
unto a place of radiant grace with no worries and no dread
of life outside, merciless tides nor what has been heard or said
where songs are sung, battles are won and colors green, blue and red
there I await, from heaven’s gate, my loving earth bound angel
she takes my hand, and then we dance to love that we both revel
I hold her so and not let go, and wish ‘twould last forever
two hearts that sings, the joy she brings and love that ends for never
she holds me tight with all her might, that I say to myself in muter
It feels so great, to be in this state this couldn’t get any better
’till the end of day which we danced away that sent our hearts a flutter
she lies on my arm and tries to keep warm and she kisses me deep and tender
and all through the night, under the moonlight, she and I made love
and in the morning I wake to toiling for tonight I return to the land I speak of
-Orville “chubby” Basas
earth angel
(to Sam)
I
angel on earth, of splendor and grace
what have you seen on this sinner's face
that you so enjoy my awkward ways
that you so blessed me with your endearing gaze?
II
you blessed me so with your love unconditional
that 'though far apart, you are true and loyal
what do I have that you see me beautiful?
And as I have you, to God I am thankful
III
I love you with my heart's every beat
that if it ever stops beating, to you I will give it
all that I do, every face that I meet
It's you that I think of, from your head to your feet
IV
I always think of you, all day and night
and to dream of you is a glorious sight
to again hold my angel in her radiant light
and with love to you, I offer this write
V
I give you my all and all I could muster
and I'm sorry for all that I couldn't amount for
“I love you so much” my heart thus roar
and the love you give back is more, much more
VI
thank you for everything that you have given
and I know my gratitude needs more to be spoken
please keep this write as a sign or a token
of my gratitude, fidelity, love and devotion
VII
I love you so much with all that is in me
I miss you so much that it's driving me crazy
I love you so much at the risk of sounding cheesy
you are the love of my life; you complete me
VIII
I wish to kiss you and hold you all through the afternoon
and star gaze at night and laugh at the moon
I wish to grow old and wither by your side
that when I broke something, to you I confide
IX
I wish to hold you in a spoon and slowly drift to sleep
to keep you warm and feel you breath and feel you close and deep
the thought of your smile and sparkling eyes, an image I'll always keep
I love you so, I miss you so, too much it makes me weep
X
I love you so much and you miss me, I know
but I'll see you again and that radiant glow (wink!)
our distance on hand is making my love grow
bit i can't help but miss you, I miss you so
XI
I love you, earth angel, with all that I am
I miss you, earth angel. I love you so much, Sam!
-Orville “chubby” Basas
