Things are not always as they seem; the first appearance deceives many.
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If a rogue deceives me once, shame on him. If he deceives me twice, shame on me.
If he deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me.
If a man deceives me once, shame on him; if he deceives me twice, shame on me.
He that deceives me once, shame fall him; if he deceives me twice, shame fall me.
It is who? ♥
It is not me but you
It is not you but the things you do
It is not the things you do but your love
It is not your love but the innocence you have
It is not the innocence you have but your reality
It is not your reality but your ability
It is not your ability but your creativity
It is not your creativity but your dignity
It is not your dignity but your appearance
It is not your appearance but your resistance
It is not your resistance but the way it has to be
It is not the way it has to be but ME
Yes me!
Fall for your ability
When I recognize your reality
Wish you could be mine
With the best life and sane
Yes you!
Make me down on my knee
Following you like the queen bee
Falling of my heart for yours
Much better know than previous years
Yes we!
Can do it in well
With the bright will
Never to had a fight more
Let us keep the life we adore
poem by Luwi Habte
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It seems to me that in the western world, culture has something to do with appearance. A person that's out creating good stuff has got to appreciate someone when they take the time to have an appearance that goes with what they're doing.
quote by Ornette Coleman
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A painter paints the appearance of things, not their objective correctness, in fact he creates new appearances of things.
quote by Ernst Ludwig Kirchner
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What lies behind appearance is usually another appearance.
quote by Mason Cooley
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The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
One man differs from another in three things: his voice, his appearance, and his mind.
Be not deceived with the first appearance of things, for show is not substance.
Don’t Judge A Book By Its Cover
Don’t judge me by the way I look
and by the way I have my hair.
Don’t judge me by my dirty shoes
and by the way my jeans have tears.
Don’t think because I have tattoos
that I’m not nice to know.
Don’t think because I swear
that I have no feelings to show.
My appearance is a defence
to how I feel inside.
My sensitivity is my weakness
so my appearance is just a lie.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Intuition makes much of it; I mean by this the faculty of seeing a connection between things that in appearance are completely different; it does not fail to lead us astray quite often.
quote by Andre Weil
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Everything that deceives may be said to enchant.
Because They Are No Good
Give me something that I can believe.
Give me something that I can believe.
Instead of nothing you just want to leave...
With me,
As a fantasy.
Give me something that I can believe.
Give me something that I can believe.
Instead of nothing you just want to leave...
With me,
As a fantasy.
You and me are now at risk,
Of losing all our happiness.
Since you seem to be convinced...
By someone,
To just leave me.
Give me,
Something that I can believe.
Give me,
Something that I can believe.
Instead of nothing you just want to leave...
With me,
As a fantasy.
You have found somebody new.
And you're doing your best to prove,
You don't care what it is I feel.
You don't care what I feel is real.
Give me something that I can believe.
Give me something that I can believe.
Instead of nothing you just want to leave...
With me,
As a fantasy.
You and me are now at risk,
Of losing all our happiness.
Since you seem to be convinced...
By someone,
To just leave me.
Someone who deceives me.
Someone who wants you pitied.
'Cause what we have is envied!
And you can't see we're envied!
Give me,
Something that I can believe.
Give me,
Something that I can believe.
Instead of nothing you just want to leave...
With me,
As a fantasy.
Someone who deceives me.
Someone who wants you pitied.
'Cause what we have is envied!
Believe it.
Perceive it.
They want to see us split up and leave.
Give me something that I can believe.
Give me something that I can believe.
Instead of nothing you just want to leave...
With me,
As a fantasy.
Someone who deceives me.
Someone who wants you pitied.
'Cause what we have is envied!
Believe it.
Perceive it.
They want to see us split up and leave...
Because they are,
No good.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decieves The Eye
In the earliest days of my shoplifting career,
You could safely say I was filled with fear.
It was nail biting work from the very start,
But several quick sucesses soon gave me heart.
After a while I could pick or nick or steal,
Some shirts some trousers and a few lps.
No-one ever stopped me, they didnt seem to care.
It sometimes seemed to me that there was no-one there.
Then a fine summers day my mates and me,
Set off down the westend on our usual spree.
Things were as normal for an hour or so,
Then my nimble hands were a bit too slow.
Two store detectives made a fast approach,
One grabbed my jacket (youre nicked!)
The other grabbed my throat.
So they caught me at last, one said with joy:
Youll have to do some time, my light fingered boy!
If only Id remembered my common sense,
They captured me red-handed with evidence.
If I go to the manager and say Im sorry,
Maybe hell forgive me for my youthful folly.
But what will me social worker say,
If I dont come home today?
Hell give me a clout!
What if they dont let me out?
I told him Im on me own!
Dont they understand?
Im from a broken home!
Ill tell them Im the product of a broken home,
And I always went out on my own.
Was it too late to say Id pay,
And Ill never steal again till the end of my days?
Because I have no friends to call as such,
Money and posessions I did not have much,
So I started to steal in order to get by.
The quickness of the hand deceives the eye.
Deceives the eye the eye the eye...
song performed by by Madness
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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