When we acknowledge a child's feelings, we do him a great service. We put him in touch with his inner reality. And once he's clear about that reality, he gathers the strength to begin to cope.
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A spiritual person is also in touch with his or her own reality, feelings and thoughts, and the reality of the people around him or her, not projecting on them.
quote by Keith Miller
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Y.. Reality
Reality
Is dark and gloomy
But I see so much light
Reality
Is negative and bad
But I see so much goodness
Reality
Is falsehood and deceit
But I see so much honesty
Reality
is ugly and hideous
But I see so much beauty
Reality may be changing slowly
Please try to see
Take a look together with me
poem by Aufie Zophy
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Gotta Have You
Never been too much for watching
Cause theres too many things to view
And when eyes begin to wander
They more than likely never get through
But beyond my own temptation
Im enticed by what I see
And I wont feel satisfaction
Until shes where I want her to be
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
I gotta make you my reality
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Come on girl, make you my reality
Never been too much for talking
Cause theres too many things to say
And by the time that I start speaking
The right moment has slipped away
But I must break this old tradition
And try to muster up the words
And though someone else may have said them
Ill say them in way youve never heard
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Ive gotta make you my reality
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Come on girl, make you my reality
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
(repeat)
Never been too much for touching
Cause theres too many things to feel
Plus theres too much disappointment
When you find out those feelings aint real
But heres a time when inner senses
Are gonna have to shine the light
Cause I have overly committed
Myself in thinking that youre alright
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
I gotta make you my reality
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Come on girl, make you my reality
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
(repeat)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Reality Sucks
O.k. maybe you know it better
Oh oh reality sucks
Nobody helps you to make it feel better
Oh oh reality sucks
And youre a dropout that stays away
Might be that evil took over
Oh oh reality sucks
Youre getting to old now
To cause a stampede
Oh oh reality sucks
So youre boozing your life away
Youre blown your brain away
Reality sucks
Oho reality sucks
Now you see your life has passed you by
Oh oh reality sucks
You took a shortcut
Through the junkyard of life
Maybe thats why reality sucks
Now youre boozing your life away
Blowing your head away
But dreams didnt make your day
cause reality sucks
Oh oh reality sucks
Reality sucks
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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A Place Deserving Earned
From a place deserving earned,
That has given me rest...
I remember and appreciate each step,
That has gotten me here!
To succeed with a quest...
Once disrespected with protest.
But...
I am here to acknowledge,
How sweet it is to witness defeat.
When others make attempts,
To minimize one's good deeds...
Sometimes enjoyed with tears,
When shown in reality to finally be reaped.
I had to clear weeds from my path,
That were planted to confuse my mission.
I had to ignore those who laughed,
And sat...
Creating limits and upsetting restrictions.
But...
I am here to acknowledge,
How sweet defeat is...
When others make attempts,
To minimize one's good deeds...
Sometimes enjoyed with tears,
When shown in reality to finally be reaped.
From a place deserving earned,
That has given me rest...
I remember and appreciate each step,
That has gotten me here!
To succeed with a quest...
Once disrespected with protest.
And yet...
Aided to the feelings of my success.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Earth Of Mankind
And I breathed my loudest to die tonight,
The relics of the past were forgotten due to health.
By the way of the resonance, my happiness left
To complete an ordeal of the likeliest kind,
Feelings and inner feelings were immense
Like the professors, of the days we studied together.
Seeing a craft was like sighting godly inferences,
Manifold reasons were proclaimed
In this forward motion,
In these completely new formations
That utilized the strength and haste
Of a majestic being in trouble.
My breathing was inside the road we told,
Yet a bliss concerned the dealings of men,
The very same righteous men who walked
The Earth.
Sending the spices of reality and questions
Was then to interrogate, and sending was a
Relaxed art.
Let this reality be summoned by the wind
To carry a new religion into heights
Of great offerings we call mankind's welfare.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sugar Coating The Wholesomeness Of It
How can anyone look at a tree...
And not notice the leaves on it?
It's done!
How can someone not acknowledge,
A greeting said to them heard?
It's done.
Or the disrespect spoken from the lips of children.
And a total breakdown of discipline!
That too is done!
Truth is there.
Available and free.
Perhaps the reason for it not being sought as much...
Or has the popularity that fantasy and delusion flaunts,
Is its attachment and close association with reality!
And many people use that as an excuse not to deal with it!
And today...
Facing truth and reality,
Is more difficult for many...
Than it is to get a child to eat vegetables.
Without sugar coating the wholesomeness of it!
Making it an accepted game to play.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blooming 18
Reality reality reality is always
You tattooed yourself what a piece of art
Youve already broken your mothers heart
When I was your age working my ass off
Your generations soft
Reality is always such a drag
For barely blooming eighteens
The barely blooming eighteen
Wants to know
Whats keeping her from searching
You cannot pierce that and
Youre dressed too tight
Got a lot to learn about wrong and right
So dye you hair, dads gonna wash it out
Come on wash out your mouth
Reality is always such a drag
For barely blooming eighteens
The barely blooming eighteen
Wants to know
Whats hiding in the shadow
Reality reality reality is always
Reality is always...
song performed by by Ace Of Base
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Edge Of Reality
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
I walk along a thin line darling
Dark shadows follow me
Heres where lifes dream lies disillusioned
The edge of reality
Oh I can hear strange voices echo
Laughing with mockery
The border line of doom Im facing
The edge of reality
On the edge of reality she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality where she overpowers me
With fears that I cant explain
She drove me to the point of madness
The brink of misery
If shes not real then Im condemned to
The edge of reality
On the edge of reality she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality where she overpowers me
With fears that I cant explain
She drove me to the point of madness
The brink of misery
If shes not real then Im condemned to
The edge of reality
Reality, reality, reality, reality,
Reality, reality, reality, reality
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Hostage's Illusion
Help!
Being held hostage
by Reality
call the Illusion Police
who can come to stage
my imaginary release
whereby I can triumphantly
return to Reality
where my bonds
have been illusioned away
by a Reality
which provides me
a different kind of Illusion
such that I can have
my free choice
between the two;
and which is which
between I and you.
Suddenly you touch me
and I am confused
and retreat to my
preferred
illusion;
an add-on.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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It's The Truth Within All Of Us That Grows
'Poppa...
What's reality? '
Come here, sweet baby!
'Oooowww!
That hurt.
Why did you pinch me, poppa?
Why? '
Did you feel it, honey?
'Yes!
And it hurt too.'
That's reality.
Something you know exists!
Something you can feel.
And if it affects you...
In a way that gets your attention,
With the agreement of others...
Without debate,
You are close to it!
'But still, poppa!
WHAT is reality? '
See this look poppa has?
'Yeah!
It's scaring me.'
You feel anything?
'You don't want me to ask you again, right? '
And I didn't touch you, did I?
That's part of reality as well.
You will learn the difference...
Trust me.
You will learn!
It's the truth within all of us that grows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Men seek for vocabularies that are reflections of reality. To this end, they must develop vocabularies that are selections of reality. And any selection of reality must, in certain circumstances, function as a deflection of reality.
quote by Kenneth Burke
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Which Is Which
> To beware of the truth.
> Is truth...it, self?
> So, what is truth?
>
> Is truth, true love?
> Or...just a reality?
> To be a man...is that truth?
>
> A man...is reality.
> A woman...is reality.
> To be woman...is that truth?
>
> To have more then one partner
> Is a reality of the world.
>
> Which this world agrees.
> Truth is; in my point of view
> Is what one claims to be truth.
>
> But, the truth is whatever you
> Are doing as I speak.
> A woman is good for the soul.
>
> That truth is very bold.
> A man lives for his manhood
> So I am told.
>
> Is it truth or reality?
> Respect is in the middle of the spectrum.
> Male vs. Female
>
>
> That is truth.
> Man being woman
> A reality.
>
> Woman being man...
> She tries.
> Respect cover both the unreal and the wise.
>
> Truth or reality...we never really
> Give it much thought.
> Maybe it was the way we are taught.
>
> Truth or reality...
> Which is Which?
>
>
> whisperkwane
>
> [email protected]
>
>
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Whose Truth Is Reality?
Whose truth is reality?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?
With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.
It is odd how those say they do know God exist.
With bragging rights about their religious affiliations.
But ask one of them,
When was it they stepped out of their way...
Based solely on their faith?
Do you get a look in return that offends?
Or...
Do you get a sermon to hear,
With scriptures quoted...
To make their beliefs understood.
And for some reason...
Their carrying a Bible should make that clear?
And that question you had asked,
Goes unanswered.
As an excuse is made,
To leave from your presence...
As fast as they came.
And under their breath you are called a name.
People are not up to that task.
Disguising 'your' reality...
They prefer to hide,
Behind 'their' masks!
Whose truth is reality?
Really?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?
With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reality
The world that shown by flakes is so hard
Ruining reality
The illusion felt so real
Reality, where is my reality?
Everybody has a deep hole in their heart
Holding the wound and crying
But everybody keep moving forward
The world that shown by flakes
The world that I face now
If think it so
My reality
Reality is already here
Though it’s very painful
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Reality Is Killing Lots Of People
reality has been killing a lot of people
those who dare sometimes they do not recover
despite the surrender
hands raised and heads bowed
reality still kills
heads hanging on the gallows
wrists cut and bubbling foams on the mouth
that case of poisoning was never incidental
it was real and true and harsh
but that is what reality does
the only thing that kills reality
is not rage
there is this submission to truth
the gentleness of acceptance
the tranquility of avowal
the simmering of guilt to the divine
the touch of the hand of God
the light eternal
that pierces the darkness of the crevices
of our souls
it is only this
when reality is dead
and you find yourself
alive
beaming with light
teeming with life
so silent in your newly found joy
still unnamed
undefined.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When It Falls, It Falls All Over You
Selling papers on the corner,
I saw a man yesterday.
I asked him if hed wanna
Tell me what made him this way.
He said, when its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
He used to pick his friends.
They left him in the end.
An easy thing to lose,
The right to pick and choose.
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
He said he left his wife,
The back-bone of his life.
Another came along,
But now I guess shes gone.
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
I think I used to see
That old man on tv,
Can you be the same?
It seems like such a shame.
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
The world he thought he knew,
Has better things to do.
As I went on my way
I thought I heard him say:
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
song performed by by Neil Young
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A Reality
If today in your feeling tone I am Saint
then tomorrow if your feelings change
I can then be transformed into Satan.
If I am steady most and not either
then clearly then Reality for me is the same
and your feelings about me must be in disconnect
and not rooted in who I really am.
If Mind changes its stripes
and truth today can become tomorrow false
how then is Mind rooted in Reality, which we agree
undergoes no change.
If spirit too can vacillate from exaltation to low depression
what is then steady most in our universe?
If all of the elements in our periodic table are in constant flux
losing and gaining electrons
and existing one minute but not the next
what then is the nature of any Unchanging Reality?
Clearly then all is in flux and who I am today may not be
who I will be tomorrow.
Good news this and bad news too, because how can I predict
the who I will be and if I will like Who Now better than Who Tomorrow?
Some question then if all things change, then what then is doing the changing; they point to Consciousness. If things change who is tracking steady-state all that changes and recording it? The self? Is Self and Consciousness that steady state beneath all things changing? Or do they too change from time to time?
Puzzling this.
So when one is told 'Get in touch with Reality' what the hell could that possibly mean-yours, mine today, mine tomorrow, yours now, or yours which will will surely change tomorrow too?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Falling
In dreams I was
Falling
But in reality I was
Leaping
In dreams I was
Crying
But in reality I was
Waiting
Is there a difference?
In dreams I was
Running
But in reality I was
Walking
In dreams I was
Dying
But in reality I was
Living,
Catching,
Helping,
But helpless,
Watching the earth die
Suppressed Feelings
The sadness behind
Your beautiful smile
Is clearly reflected
In you bewitching eyes!
Pride and reality crash
When the truth is hidden
And kept away from the World
That nervously wonders
What is going on
Between you and me!
Real feelings
That makes you so nervous
Whenever I am around you!
Feelings that at night,
Quitly invade your dreams!
You stubbornly refuse
To clearly acknowledge
That I am the one
Permanently stamped
In your heart and mind!
Now that time
Is rapidly passing by,
What are you waiting for,
When my open arms
Are ready to welcome you
One more time?
Copywrite(c) 2012
New York City
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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