To tell the truth is dangerous; to listen to it is boring.
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Dangerous To Know
some secrets need to be kept
some stories should never be told
some reasons shouldnt be understood
they just might turn your blood cold
who need all the answers
who takes all the chances
who said the truth is gonna save you?
when the truth could be dangerous
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous to know
know
know
know
i was a law unto myself
when you find out on my own(out on my own)
together nothing was sacred
together we were alone(we were alone)
who needs all the questions
who lost their direction
who said a lie's gonna break you
when a lie could be dangerous
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous to know
ignorance is bliss
your safe when you resist
theres no safety in a kiss like this
its dangerous...so kiss..........me
kiss...me....
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous to know
know
know
know
some secrets need to be kept
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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Life is intrinsically, well, boring and dangerous at the same time. At any given moment the floor may open up. Of course, it almost never does; that's what makes it so boring.
quote by Edward Gorey
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Boring Lonely Day
What to do
On a boring lonely day?
How to have something to do
To keep the blues away?
I have got my papers sorted
And I am faced with a lonely boring day.
I cleaned my home yesterday.
From having a good and fun day,
I am thwarted.
The songs only make me sadder
I am having a boring lonely day.
All my games bore me now
Even when I win, it is a lonely boring day.
Having nothing to do
Makes for a boring lonely day.
And no one to do nothing with
That's the cause of the lonely boring day.
Now that I know the cause
Of my lonely boring days,
I can do something without pause
To cure my boring lonely days.
poem by Lonely People Champion
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Listen To The Rain
(Rain)
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen listen
Listen to each drop of rain (listen listen)
Aaah
Whispering secrets in rain (listen listen)
Aaah
Frantically searching for someone to hear
That story be more than it hides
Please don't let go
Can't we stay for a while?
It's just to hard to say goodbye
Listen to the rain
Aa...ah
Listen listen listen listen listen listen to the rain
Weeping
Oo...ooh oooh ooh oo...ooh
Oo...ooh oooh oh oh
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen
I stand alone in the storm (listen listen)
Suddenly sweet words take hold
(Listen listen)
Hurry they stay for you haven't much time
Open your eyes to the love around you
You can feel youre alone
But I'm here still with you
You can do what you dream
Just remember to listen to the rain
oo...ooh oh oh oh oh
ooh ooh oh oh oooh
Listen
song performed by by Evanescence
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If something is boring after two minutes, try it for four. If still boring, then eight. Then sixteen. Then thirty-two. Eventually one discovers that it is not boring at all.
Remembering The Old Notes Of The Love Song
same boring refrain
you must tell this again
a man
stroking the ukulele
with nothing but
an old broken
love song in his mind
makes you sick
and vomit
but that is the truth
and i will take it
with a good
candid
heart
don't you ever know
how to listen
and be hurt?
hurt me again if you will
but i love you
still
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Truth is also a lie
Truth isn't what you tell.
Truth isn't what I listen.
Truth is what I feel.
Truth isn't what I write.
Truth isn't what you read.
Truth is what you realize.
Truth is also a lie.
poem by Palas kumar Ray
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I contend to be a fighter for pureness and truth. I hesitate, because I am afraid of you and your attitude towards truth. To say the truth about you is dangerous to life.
quote by Wilhelm Reich
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poem by David Keig
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXIX: Power of Mass
dumb viewers are more dangerous to destroy good movie than mean critic
numb eaters are more dangerous to waste delicious food than culinary expert
uneducated readers are more dangerous to bury qualified book than shallow reviewer
stubborn fans are more dangerous to kill promising star than greedy producer
cheap imitations are more dangerous to reduce creative product than cheat competitor
violent followers are more dangerous to spread terror than villain dictator
antipathy people are more dangerous to doom the world than mad prophet
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
A Sweet Song Of Love
Listen to this sweet song of love,
a different love song of our strife.
The victory of truth in life,
listen to this sweet song of love....
Walking together in our dreams where have we reached,
just look how blue is the sky here.
Our song is even sung by the birds here,
where ever our eyes can see is pure light spread.
Listen to this sweet song of love,
a different love song of our strife.
The victory of truth in life,
listen to this sweet song of love....
Cool cool breezes blow here always,
beyond the stars is our little cottage.
The rainbow colours are here to manage,
they where they commence their journeyof joys.
Listen to this sweet song of love,
a different love song of our strife.
The victory of truth in life,
listen to this sweet song of love....
Forbidden to meet each other in this world,
encircled within our customs were we both.
imprisoned and guarded were we both,
we died in breaking away from the customs of this world.
Listen to this sweet song of love,
a different love song of our strife.
The victory of truth in life,
listen to this sweet song of love....
poem by Renu Kakkar
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Dangerous Pastime
Is it a blessing,
To have nine lives?
Is it a blessing,
To Know no lies?
Is it a blessing,
To seek the Truth?
Is it a blessing,
To lose one's youth?
Is it a blessing,
To think these thoughts,
As Death takes sips,
From our life draughts?
Is it a blessing,
To hold her hand,
As it slowly fades,
And turns to sand?
Is it a blessing,
To die with her,
Or live on still,
A lonely cur?
And do my thoughts,
Yet waste my time?
And do your thoughts,
Still coincide?
And shall we walk,
And wish to fly,
And ask the skies,
For just more time?
Shall we yet wait
Your hand in mine?
And listen still
For a reply?
Or shall we live,
Woman and man,
And spend our time,
The best we can?
Curiosity killed the cat,
But the cat has nine lives.
Eight left,
what's next,
A dangerous pet
And a dangerous pastime!
poem by William Blake Beckett
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Perhaps to Basho the twins are boring
He himself does not want
To be imitated
Too boring like
A melon cut into half
Mirroring each other
Aren’t these twins
Boring?
Or Basho was just envious
He may be a poet of his age
But his poems never bore
Him a son
Or a mirror of his own face.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Am Never The Best In Anything
I AM NEVER THE BEST IN ANYTHING
I am never the best in anything
Sometimes I am second best
Often I am just mediocre.
A second son
I am never more than second
In all I do.
As I write this poem
I think of many
More rich in metaphor
More wise in complex rhyme
More dazzling in vocabulary
Deeper in Beauty and Meaning
Than me.
Second best, mediocre
Maybe worse
The poet of endless literal complaints
About his own poetry.
Boring boring boring
Second best
Second rate
Not great.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Truth!
Truth!
And the people gathered;
To listen to the truth and,
To know the source of it! !
But, who has the truth? !
Yes, the truth;
The Creator (Yahweh Almighty) Has the Truth,
And He gave it to His Son (Yahshua Messiah) !
But now, the truth is with us,
Because, Yahshua gave it to His Chosen Ones;
And today, the truth only comes from the one who represents Yahshua!
And, he is Elder Yisrayl Hawkins;
So, today, we do have the truth around us if only if we are ready to learn.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Poetry
Why is poetry so boring?
Everytime I read it,
It leaves me snoring,
Why is poetry so boring?
Some thing it's the art,
But it's an art how?
Poetry comes from the heart,
No wonder boys frown.
Some this it's the words,
With their displeasure,
They are like sour milk curds,
Which are too big to measure.
Poetry is boring,
Everytime I read it,
It leaves me snoring,
That's why poetry is boring.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Bordom
Sitting
Nothing
No sound
Not even the dog in the back
Then a song comes up
Same ol song
Never ending
I just keep pushing play
Thinking
What will tomarrow be like
Nothing
Same ol life
Same ol thing
Nothing changing
Not even the song
Not the dog barking
Not the creaks and cracks of the haunted floor
Not the feel of someone watching
Not the wish of something else
Nothing changeing ever
I guess nothing silent
Just every same thing
Boring
Im lost in bordom
Ready lets push play
dododo
Same ol song
Nothing changeing
Everything the same
Boring life
No Change
Rarely ever
Boring life
click clack
same ol anoying keyboard
Sound coming barely over that boring song
Does anything change
Or is life ment to be Boring
Dull
Nothing life
Was that a sound?
Phone ring?
Some one home?
Or is the nothing boring life getting to me?
Am I going insane?
Still no change
Nothing at all
Push play again
March 2006
poem by Jessie Li here
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Dangerous Type
Can I touch you, are you out of touch
I guess I never noticed that much
Geranium lover, Im live on your wire
Oo come and take me whoever you are
Shes a lot like you
The dangerous type
Shes a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight
Oo inside angel, always upset
Keeps on forgettin that we ever met
Can I bring you out in the light
My curiositys got me tonight
Shes a lot like you
The dangerous type
Oo shes a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight
Museum directors with high shaking heads
They kick white shadows until they play dead
They want to crack your crossword smile
Oo can I take you out for awhile, yeah
Shes a lot like you
The dangerous type
Shes a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight
Shes a lot like you
The dangerous type
Shes a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight
Tonight
Shes a lot like you
The dangerous type
Shes a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight
Tonight
Shes a lot like you
The dangerous type, alright
Shes a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight
(tonight) tonight
Shes a lot like you
The dangerous type
Tonight
Shes a lot like you
Come on and hold me tight
Tonight
Shes a lot like you
The dangerous type
Shes a lot like you
Tonight
Shes a lot like you
The dangerous type
Shes a lot like you
Come on hold me tight
Tonight
Shes a lot like you
The dangerous type
Shes a lot like you
Come on hold me tight
Tonight
Shes a lot like you
The dangerous type
Shes a lot like you
(fade)
song performed by by Cars
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Dangerous Crime
Dangerous men walk for the reasons known to mankind,
Their manhood is derived from active thinking and strategy;
If they walk then talking and getting ahead of others comes to the senses,
Munching cigarettes is appalling, too many are beguiled by addiction.
Then, the alleys are safer when they are not, when they skilfully require mercy,
Roads must come with vehicles, with trucks of enormous strength
To run over the dangerous criminals who pervert the course of civilisation.
Dangerous men talk like business of a higher force, the very truth behind them,
It requires somebody’s insult, it requires somebody’s force,
And then the police arrive at their doorstep, forcing an arrest.
poem by Naveed Akram
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