The face is the index of the mind, but appearances are deceitful.
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All action is of the mind and the mirror of the mind is the face, its index the eyes.
One of the things that I've always thought I would like to do is to develop an environmental index. Then people can measure their own environmental performance on an index as they do in other ways.
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If You
If you lift your index finger
to someone, you must know,
the four others are towards you.
If you don't have the courage,
to face one, don't try to
humiliate him under the guise,
of a person whose mask disturbs you.
My face will then turn into,
another mask, may be worse,
than yours, then where will you
hide your ugly face and utterance?
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Deception
Sighs and lies fill the air
Appearances deceive
She may seem weak
But she hides her strengths
The silence you mistake
As unintelligence
Masks a bright mind with
Things to shout at the world
Behind and exterior of calm
A war rages just below
And underneath a still facade
Her eyes burn bright and true
Sighs and lies fill the air
Appearances deceive
poem by Autumn Winds
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When
Dave mustaine
No hears a word I say
And my prayers are never answered
But youll never see the pain inside of me
Stabbing me over and over and over
I trusted you and I loved you
And you spit back in my face
How could you do this to me?
When will you stop trying to hurt me?
Ive walked a minefield for you
A career in hell with you
I have made it through the things
Others would surely die just watching
And the oath I take on this day
Is to know that you will be repaid
One day the the sun will die and the night will crawl
Until then, until I see your world implode
I wish you death and suffering
Misery to spare
Time to release your pain
Face the last enemy
I am the last thing you will know
The last thing you will see
I see your death surrounding me
I know you, yes I do
I know you
Fill solos - mustaine
When no words are spoken and please are ignored
Your tears go unnoticed, will you say enough?
When prayers are unanswered and your calls are unheard
The pain cuts right through you, have you seen enough?
It all seems so deceitful and the verdict is lies
A black cloud of indecision compromised your life
When judgement has failed you
When your own hearts impaled you
Your wandering mind has destroyed you
Will you ever know when?
When you give everything and the feeling is gone
All the giving is fake, did you fake enough?
When you take everything and you stay too long
When theres nothing left, did you take enough?
It all seems so deceitful and the verdict is lies
A black cloud of indecision compromised your life
When judgement has failed you
When your own hearts impaled you
Your wandering mind has destroyed you
Will you ever know when?
Solo - mustaine
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Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Two Faces Are Better Than One
She carefully took off her face
which she then delicately placed
in a row with her other ones
and she sought a new shinier mask
with which to face the Gathering Night..
She plucked from her Personality Box
a perky, flirty model,
changeable first cold
and then blowing sexy hot
adding to this a mysterious air
from her mood selection repertoire.
These were plied on with make-up
and sweet pouty expressions;
eyes glinting aqua green
from new aqua-marine contact lenses;
she draped her hips with satin and velveteen
daring the full length mirror
to deny her as the prettiest one
who would attend the party that night.
He took off his silly face-
the clown mask-
replacing it with his hero veil,
stern look, and manly pose
and pronouncing himself
an action figure
ready for the evening's gambol.
So marching to their home's door
they faded into the grey light
confident in the faith
that reality's appearances
need only fool a few
for just one important night.
After that
another face is always there
for choosing with just a few minor repairs
can be made serviceable
for another round of night,
of masks, mystery, appearances
in the misty
grey light
of misty
grey lives;
now clinging to
the reality
that sometimes
all that matters
is momentary appearances.
Sad, but true
but understand
it is useful too
in this our society's
masquerade.
After all
should we ban Carnival
in favor of Abstract Reality?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Suzzi
Prepositions, words, and the acts of my love towards you;
For the index of my mind is abstracted to you like the wind!
But advanced as it may sound to you,
I will still live to love you the more!
Oh love,
I am pleged to your diplomancy with the anticipations of the muse;
And i am the man in your dreams.
I know what you need and what you want,
For i am placed in your heart!
And, you can't deny this fact as shown on your face.
Suzzi, i am the man in your heart;
And do not confuse your neurosis with your sex appeals,
Because real women in the society do have their fragrance too.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Artificial Sweetner
Oh yes Im guilty
For leasing myself out
Not ready to up for sale
Cant seem to give it up
Stubborn, so selfish
Im showing off the worst in me
The return of saturn
Assessing my life
Second guessing...
Im full of artificial sweetener
My hearts been deceitful
Its all artificial sweetener
Im faking I love yous
Youre forcing me to
You really deserve love
I want to love you
But I cant seem to find myself
My wilting effort
Our progress report
Im only sure that Im not sure
I shudder to be honest
Whos behind it all now?
Whos the author?
Im full of artificial sweetener
My hearts been deceitful
Its all artificial sweetener
Im faking I love yous
Youre forcing me to
Re-read, re-write, redo, undo
Im stuck on this page
I was born two weeks late
Is that why I hesitate?
Im on the fence
Push me off it
I want to be on your side now
And keep a promise
Im full of artificial sweetener
My hearts been deceitful
Its all artificial sweetener
My hearts been deceitful
Im faking I love yous
Youre forcing me to
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Singing Together
Autumn has came already
As in a psalm the amen.
We are together ready
To swallow venom-honey.
We are together ready
To grow the willing crocus
To bloom in our soul
This autumn last in focus.
We are together ready
And blessed by the cloud shadows.
What Sun has planed already-
We are together ready…
Translation of the poetry 'Cantec in doi' by Lucian Blaga
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poem by Elena Daniela
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When Do You Plan To Leave?
You have made more re-appearances,
In 'my' world...
Of late.
The one you said was in my head.
The one you said I lived in and was faked.
I remember distinctly,
You referring to my 'visions' as delusional.
The ones that corrupted your values and standards.
The ones you said I kept over-re-acted.
And based upon my own dissatisfactions.
The very same ones...
You now claim affect 'you'.
And leave you stunned.
You have made more re-appearances,
In 'my' world...
Of late.
The one you said was in my head.
The one you said I lived in and was faked.
Why are you not in celebration?
Could it be you taste,
A bit of devastation?
And you believe 'my' world has a few vacancies?
Let me share with you this...
In 'my' world,
I've solicited no one to share my peace of mind.
Or the happiness I have found in it!
However...
I do admire your temporary visit.
When do you plan to leave?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anxious about the shoe, but disregarding the foot. [Careful about external appearances, but regardless of the culture of the mind.]
Street Light
The street light
Looks at me
Eye to eye
And asks:
Is your mind
Brighter than me?
Of course, not
I say.
You do your
Duty diligently
Silently, not a
Word of grudge
Not a look of
Dissent, I see.
And me?
I huff and puff
At every duty
Given to me.
How can my
Mind surpass
The supreme
Intelligence,
The pristine
Brightness
Of thee?
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poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Appearances
Appearances, appears, ran, sea, pans, sear, ear, pace, aces, era, pens, peace;
The wealth of the land is now exposed to us!
But only few are controlling it and majority do suffer.
Appearances, pears, peers, an, as, rapes, raps, reaps, peas, cans, near, races;
The wealth of the land is controlled by only few people and,
Majority suffers in the name of practicing democracy.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Puppet King
A puppet king has no brain or own freewill
He only does what the puppet master wants
Devoid of a mind n’ soul he’s made to kill
Acting at behest of politicos’ n’ dilettantes
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poem by Ray Lucero
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What's Wrong
The pointless are careless,
The careless are fearless,
The fearless are clueless,
The clueless are pointless,
And they vote.
The ruthless are awful,
The awful are deceitful,
The deceitful are relentless,
The relentless are dreadful,
And they rule.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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Hello Candice, Are You Sure Of Yourself?
you speak of some bits, bits and bits
of bits buried underneath our hearts and
bones and you want them
to be unraveled bit by bit
that there is always a way, a manner
a process, some means
to an end, to find that light at the end of the tunnel
i am born on a complicated day.
And then i have grown hairs on my head
They too are complications
and my fingers do not have the same lengths
and shapes
That is also another complication
And my feet are not straight
And my face is not proportional
There are angles of deflection
There are lights in me which are refracted
And i may appear so far
And my hands may bend a little
It is because of the difference in our index
I am myself sometimes. I am not myself most of the times.
I ask you then: Are you sure of yourself?
Is that you? If yes, I am telling you
I am not me. I am somebody else.
If No, do not mind me at all.
I am having the tantrums of the poet
A dough with yeast. A grapefruit sour to your lips.
I am irony. I am another riddle.
I like to make myself readable. How many syllables do you
need? Tell me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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