The lies we live will always be confessed in the stories that we tell.
quote by Orson Scott Card
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Everybodys Cheating
Keeping us together and holding us apart
Is a love that we talk about
Im finding it harder every day to take it as it comes
But as one fool once explained to me you cant choose who you
Love
Everybodys cheating on the one they love
Everybodys looking for the summer sun
No I believe Ill love you til my life is done
Ill live your lies and alibis
The telltale stories in your eyes
Cause you are, you are the one I love
Yes I love you, like you love me
I need you like a lover
No you need me and I need you
Were still cheating on each other
Everybodys cheating on the one they love
Everybodys looking for the summer sun
No I believe Ill love you til my life is done
Ill live your lies and alibis
The telltale stories in your eyes
Cause you are, you are the one I love
What is the question
What is the answer
What is the reason why
People like you and people like me
Live our lives with lies
Everybodys cheating on the one they love
Everybodys looking for the summer sun
No I believe Ill love you til my life is done
Ill live your lies and alibis
The telltale stories in your eyes
Cause you are, you are the one I love
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Most politicians - those people who live, eat and breathe politics - like to sit around and talk about politics and tell political war stories. Reagan didn't do that. His war stories were movie war stories and Hollywood war stories. He loved that.
quote by Lyn Nofziger
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The Successful Guy In Our Neighborhood
you see i know how to make a story
i am good at inserting myself in the picture
do not be angry
stories become more emphatic when we put ourselves there
as though we are the characters themselves
as though everything is true
you may think that all these that i am telling are lies
that will be fine with me
you do not live in the place where i am living
some people here tell the truth using all their possible lies
and i believe them and feel them
i am infected and i am contaminating those who read me
and i tell myself
what a success I've been
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stories
Through every window, we look out
what we see on the other side
holds many stories waiting to unfold.
Stories of great achievements
within someone’s life.
Stories of gathering love
found with in open arms.
Stories of perusing heartaches
where someone has gone away.
Stories a million fold
that surround every living thing.
Stories we are not aware of,
but happen before our eyes.
Stories to share with all
from those who can see them unfold.
The next time you look out a window
try and see what is really there,
the stories that are everywhere.
26 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Live With Yourself
How can you live with yourself
Spoke the old woman to herself
As she stared into her cosmetic mirror
Then she sadly cried another tear.
She thought again of her own past
When she swore forever, but it didn't last
Remembering he people she used and also hurt
Her soul she lost, now for which she searched.
The blames she had placed on all others
While never her fault but always another
Never saw the crimes that she did
As inside of her mind from them she hid.
Always someone else's fault but not her own
Is that why she's at peace when she's all alone
Putting herself always in front of pities line
What was hers is hers and her ways a crime.
No one has suffered as much as she had suffered
And she has endured more than any other
At least that's the stories she wants to believe
So her eyes are always closed so she doesn't see.
She doesn't remember the lies that she spoke
Didn't care about the truth that she had choked
She didn't recall the sins that she had sinned
So she can repeat them over and over once again.
We all have our stories to write and speak
Truthfulness and honesty is all we should seek
Not lies so we can become someone we are not
That's not the road of happiness we had sought.
The old woman took her eyes away from the mirror
She thought how once she was a mentor and peer
And her children and students that she had taught
Now her type of life they too had sadly sought.
We live the life that we are given to live
Honestly and honor is the best that we should give
We must better our lives as our destiny was dealt
Old woman tell me, how can you live with yourself.
poem by Randy McClave
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The World Where You Want Me To Live
the day you met me
you claim it is a beautiful day
blue clouds, cool green trees on the meadows
some mountain mists hanging still like dreams
you ask for my name
and you said you will like me on that beautiful day
you want me flying kites on the wind
i flew kites with colors
you want me to run with you on the soft grass
towards the sea where the breeze plays some games with the locks
of our hair
i obey with a smile and always cater to your wishes and dreams
whatever wherever whenever you feel like going and doing
you ask me to tell stories
i tell you stories that please you: fairylands, prince and princess in the
castles in the clouds, and you really like me, you want me to stay
i cannot.everything are lies.you are a lie. i am a lie.
we live on what pleases, we live in a world without pain.
it is not my world,
i live in the world of pain, this darkness for years, and this
you must know
all these are what please me, this world that you do not imagine
this world that your mind thinks
does not exist
i have long accepted, i am human
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Living With Yourself
How do you live with yourself
When you are walking down the street
How do you live with yourself
When you tell lies to the people that you meet.
Don't you know that's it's not loyalty
When you go from one man to another
Don't you think that it's also disrespectful
When you tell others that you are a good mother.
You have cheated on all of your husbands
And also your boyfriends when you begged for help
Honestly how can you believe you done nothing wrong
Tell me again, how can you live with yourself.
Don't you know that it is a mortal sin
To live a life the way that you do
Telling your children that you done no wrong
Do you really want them to respect or be like you.
You live as a user and an adulterous
While others say you live a life as a tramp and a whore
And you have your children watching you sin
How can you live with yourself any more.
Are you happy with the deeds you have done
Even with the ones you have done many times before
Are you not tired of lying and making up stories
Dont you understand why with people you they ignore.
You still put on your act with people that you meet
You will not tell them the truth about yourself
If they knew too the evil and sin you commited
They would also tell you that you are going to hell.
So close your conscience and live your lie
And act like you care for others and them you want to help
But all you care is for yourself and only you
And ask GOD please, how can you live with yourself.
poem by Randy McClave
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Poetic Sayings
The best part of reaching a goal
in not attaining the end,
but lies in the grappling and
searching: those hardships you spend.
***
One who finds their destination
also loses their determination.
***
Retirement is not to be comfort, and rest,
but a time for one to be at their own best.
***
The greatest pleasure one can give
is to tell good stories of how they live.
The greatest way to feel old,
is to have your ancient stories told.
***
When the party is over
start planning another.
***
What is love-
but to give a measure above.
***
She gave of her living-
that is loves' way of giving.
poem by S.W. Clark
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The Stories
The stories
Night bed its mats
And also we are
Wait and see
The narrative begins with the story
The stories of long time ago
Between fact and fiction
The stories from the ends of the earth
And depth of the ocean
We draw the characters and imagine
Live roles
And sail far and far
And overwhelmed with happiness
And the longing pulls us
And eyebrows painted terms on our faces
The story behind the story
Delight our nights
The stories of my grandmother.
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Stories
Every year has its own stories in this life,
Every month has its own stories in this life,
Every week has its own stories in this life,
Every day has its own stories in this life,
Every hour has its own stories in this life,
Every minute has its own stories in this life,
And like the muse of the mind as we grow up;
So, we are all with stories to tell in this world.
As white as snow,
As red as blood,
As balck as charcoal,
As green as the grass,
As blue as the sky;
But everybody has stories to tell in this world!
And like the muse o love in the land of beauty,
For each year has its own story.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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How Can I Live
I am so alike you,
In so many ways.
I know I'm just a copy,
That carries on the stain.
But, We make the same mistakes.
Cause, We are one in the same.
But, We leave behind the stain.
I cannot seperate.
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
I am your mirror image,
I'm all you left behind
You made me what I am,
Then who the hell am I?
But, We make the same mistakes.
Cause, We are one in the same.
But, We leave behind the stain.
I cannot seperate.
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
Why, Yo no entiendo porque,
I know that our lives are the same,
Y mi vida,
Is just a guessing game
A dirty stain
That I cannot play.
But I follow your steps,
In the same way that you just walked away,
And pushed the way through.
I...will...not...live!
Do you think of me?
Do you dream of me?
I always dream about you.
Do you think of me?
Do you dream of me?
I always dream about you.
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
song performed by by Ill NiO
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How Can I Live
I am so alike you,
In so many ways.
I know I'm just a copy,
That carries on the stain.
But, We make the same mistakes.
Cause, We are one in the same.
But, We leave behind the stain.
I cannot seperate.
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
I am your mirror image,
I'm all you left behind
You made me what I am,
Then who the hell am I?
But, We make the same mistakes.
Cause, We are one in the same.
But, We leave behind the stain.
I cannot seperate.
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
Why, Yo no entiendo porque,
I know that our lives are the same,
Y mi vida,
Is just a guessing game
A dirty stain
That I cannot play.
But I follow your steps,
In the same way that you just walked away,
And pushed the way through.
I...will...not...live!
Do you think of me?
Do you dream of me?
I always dream about you.
Do you think of me?
Do you dream of me?
I always dream about you.
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
song performed by by Ill NiO
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Children's Stories
Children's stories seem just that,
Only stories,
Nothing more,
And nothing less,
But what we do not see,
Is that they are more,
They give children things to believe in,
They give them rules to life,
They tell them mistakes,
So they dont have to make them too,
They show them lessons,
They give reason to ways,
Childrens stories,
Give children reasons to live.
poem by Angel Lockheart
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Live To Love You
The situations clear
Its fine as long as you are here
Of that Im really sure
I will live to love you more
The say you drag me down
They try to tell me your around
Just to even up a score
But I will live to love you more
And the say Ive been blind
That you deceive me every time
And soon our love will end
But I will live to love you again
So what if they cant see
You know Ill love endlessly
And this they cant ignore
I will live to love you more
I know theyre only rumors
Altough they say the truth hurts
I dont need to hear lies
And fantasize you leaving me
But when I think it all over
And over and over
I still want you around me
You know you astound me
I couldnt live without you
If theres a price to pay
Its worth it just to hear you say
All their lies ere just a bore
I will live to love you more and more
You know where my heart is
With you alone
My every thought is
I will live to love you more
song performed by by Supertramp
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Stories
when we were young stories were told
That I'd kiss you sweet like
People said there was a connection between us
Now that we're old stories are told
Of how I hold you tight
Whenever I see those people I tell them they were right
Stories will be told
From when our children are young
until they're old
About our endless love
We must have had a blessing from above
Stories will be told until we're old
Stories will be told until the end of time
Stories will be told until we're old
Stories will be told until the end of time
Until the sun won't rise
Oh
song performed by by Hanson
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Stories We Could Tell
By: john b. sebastian
1974
Talkin to myself again
Wonderin if this travellin is good
Is there somethin else a doin
Wed be doin if we could
Chorus:
But ah, the stories we could tell
And if it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
Listen to the stories we could tell
Stared at that guitar in that museum in tennessee
Nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
Scars upon the face told of all the times he fell
Singin all the stories he could tell
Chorus:
Ah, the stories he could tell
And Ill bet you it still rings like a bell
I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
And listen to the stories it could tell
So if youre on the road trackin down your every night
Playin for a livin beneath brightly colored lights
And if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel
You do it for the stories you can tell
Ah, the stories we could tell
And if it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
Just listen to the stories we could tell
Coda:
Yes, I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
Listen to the stories it could tell
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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One Cannot Live Another Person's Life/ Even By Envying Them
ONE CANNOT LIVE ANOTHER PERSON’S LIFE
One cannot live another person’s life
Even by envying them-
Those who have more than I have
Those who have more and better
Those who were greater at what I most wanted to be
Those who have lived longer and happier
Those who outdid me in every day
They have their own lives and stories
And must contend with what they have to contend with-
I must contend not with their stories but only with mine-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Well, religion has been passed down through the years by stories people tell around the campfire. Stories about God, stories about love. Stories about good spirits and evil spirits.
quote by Andrew Greeley
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Some Stories
some stories
about ourselves
are also the stories of
themselves
and then we write
these stories and
pretend that these are
but some short stories
from our mind
now in different names
and places
we read them and then
we wish that some of
these short stories
are not true at all
sometimes for those
we want to be
we want to believe
them to be true
wishes and hopes and
regrets, what if? what if i
chose that rather than this?
we poets write about pain
and joys and we tell sometimes
that we only fake them
deep inside we are silent
we prefer just to be left alone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You see, I was told stories, we were all told stories as kids in Nigeria. We had to tell stories that would keep one another interested, and you weren't allowed to tell stories that everybody else knew. You had to dream up new ones.