Words that are saturated with lies or atrocity, do not easily resume life.
quote by George Steiner
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A market is never saturated with a good product, but it is very quickly saturated with a bad one.
quote by Henry Ford
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The effect of words
Her words stung like a wasp
Their effect had me in a sad grasp
I never knew words hurt so much
Those words postulated a form of retouch
You see;
Words make you
Words break you
Words can set you free
Words can let you be
You see;
Words tend to hurt
When dished out carelessly without effort
The right choice of words can give hope
The wrong choice of words can take away hope
And make someone tie themselves with a rope
Words can make you love
Words can make you hate
Words can encourage
Or set you on a stormy rage
Words need to be sensitive
Words can be expensive
When constructively comprehensive
If you dismiss words saying they don't hurt
You are wrong my dear, so wrong
Then why do we have courts?
Saturated with overpriced lawyers
Confusing us with grammer
Abusing us with grammer
Reducing any chances of freedom if you stammer
As you stand before that vicious unpredictable hammer
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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If You Can't Leave It Be, Might As Well Make It Bleed
What you found so upset you
Never saw it coming did you
Its easy to be surprised
With both your eyes sewn closed
Handled with great precision
Another faultless execution
Youre the subject of this exhibition
A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver
Scalped, saturated, made whole again
These cutes are leaving creases
Trace the scars, fit the pieces
Tell youre story, you dont need to say a word
Call off the cavalry
Cant save a wretch like me
Clean this with kerosene
If you cant leave it be, might as well make it bleed
Scalped, saturated, made whole again
Your wires are frayed, cant fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to stand a fight
Theres something better wrong with you
Your wires are frayed, cant fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to fire right
Theres something better wrong with you
Your pulse is anemic, youre tired of the fire
Youre bruising too easily, and falling behind
And no one is waiting for you
And no one is waiting for you
And no one is waiting for you
And no one is waiting
And no one is waiting for you
For you, for you
Call off the quarantine
Cant save the rest for me
Clean this with kerosene
If you cant leave it be, might as well make it bleed
Scalped, saturated, made whole again
Your wires are frayed, cant fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to stand a fight
Theres something better wrong with you
Your wires are frayed, cant fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to stand a fight
Theres something b
song performed by by Dashboard Confessional
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Airborne for philip housiaux
Always airborne an Albatross
can easily vast oceans cross
They eat and sleep upon the wing
and rarely land for anything.
But even Albatrosses mate
although more often isolate.
They come together as a pair.
You cannot raise chicks in the air.
But once the young have learnt to fly.
Received the freedom of the sky.
They the resume the seperate
life style they appreciate.
An Albatross prefers to be
left alone completely free.
18-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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What is Life
Life is everywhere that you look,
Some people might say that life sucks,
While other people might say life is beautiful,
And is full of surprises, that are waiting to be discovered,
Life is whatever you think it may be,
Life is in you now and it shall forever always stay,
Life is the wind howling at you sideways,
Life is the winter, summer, spring, and fall,
Life is sad and life is lonely,
Life can be evil and Life is blunt,
Life is a true friend that never lies to you,
Life is all about you and how you treat it,
Life is what you make of it,
If you criticize life, then your criticizing yourself,
Its all up to you on whether you like it, or hate it,
I am life, you are life, we are life,
Life loves me and I love life back,
Life is you, so be careful on how you describe it,
Don’t base life off of what others say,
But base life off, of what you think it is,
Your words are stronger then others opinions,
So take those words and put them to use,
I am life, you are life, we are life!
poem by Dallas Hammond
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Words
Words on this paper
Words in my head
Words while I'm texting
Computing
Unsaid
Words between people
Words on the phone
Words upon words
Even when I'm alone
Words from the Bible
I question
Don't mesh
Words from pornography
Making them flesh
Words with flat letters
Written in black
Good words and bad words
You cannot take back
Words that are shallow
Words that are deep
When they're too many
They put me to sleep
Words that I'm writing
And rhyming you read
Whatever I'm saying
There's prolly no need
Words from the alphabet
Words that can't be
When you are blind
And it's Braile that you see
Words that are worthless
And said on the fly
My words or your words
Are most likely lies
Words in a sentence
Wise words or fair
The only words earnest
Are those said in prayer
Written by Sara Fielder © 2011
poem by Sara Fielder
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Nothing Like The Truth.
There is nothing like
The truth itself, millions
Of defending lies,
Can never hide the truth,
It comes out at it's own,
Even when it is hidden,
It does harm only
To the ones hiding it,
Life is a truth, but in mystery,
Which people seldom
Understand, like happiness
Easily forgotten,
Truth is easily hdden,
But it is there
All the time alive,
Only to be seen
For the seekers of truth.
Ravikiran Arakkal
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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Those Simple Words That I Speak To You
many times i want
to go away from simple words
those that you can easily understand
and hence take for granted
words which you think have
no life
which means that i have too
to go away from you
which i cannot
because without you i cannot breathe
i cannot speak
i may die and perhaps i may only
speak those words
that will understand only themselves when i am finally taken
into their bosoms
filled with eternal emptiness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You're Alright
Words & music:michael w. smith, wayne kirkpatrick, and chris rodrigues
You're alright
You take a look inside
But you don't like what you see
And so you choose to look away
It doesn't coincide
With how you'd like to be
And each glimpse of hope can easily fade
Chorus:
Down on your confidence
It's a fight that won't let go
(but) you've got to realize
That you're alright
('cause) under your rubble
Lies a heart the father holds
And when you see your life
Thru his eyes
You're alright
To learn how he loves you
Is to learn to love yourself
To live the life he's livin' in you
(and) what others think of you
Could never measure to the wealth
Of what he's paid and given to you
Chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Easy Prey
A demon lurks beneath his skin.
Although he looks so innocent.
His purpose is malevolent
to foster sin his sole intent.
Though he may wear a saintly air.
His rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes
his inner wickedness belies
His skill is telling artful lies.
He takes us in so easily
because we do not want to see.
It fills him with unholy glee.
To fool us with smooth sophistry.
Do as you wish, do as you will.
There is no God to punish you
and we accept his words as true
but only because we want to.
He is the father of all lies
and weaves his web of words so well
Encouraging us to rebel
against the rules we know so well
His words appear to set us free
from any fear of punishment
Indulge your sin do not repent.
Pursue a life on pleasure bent.
He leads the innocent astray.
His well pretended piety
conceals his veniality
and we respond obediently.
We sin because we want to sin
It is our choice to break the rules
Although we can pretend he fools
us into becoming his tools.
We know there is a price to pay.
A demon lurks beneath his skin
and we as fools invite him in.
We think to blame him for our sin.
There has to come a quarter day
when all he debts we owe fall due
and we are sadly left to rue
the things we did we shouldn’t do.
6-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Truth Within
Fons et origo boni ple luxque perenis
Salvificet pietas tua nos bone rector, eleison
The golden wine flows through my veins
I know the meaning behind the holy words
A lesson must be learned - so listen all
Let your heart rule or we all must fall
We cry out for help, a prayer for your soul
When you will know the end is near,
you will faster crawl
The whole body withdraws with the pain of birth
And once again I know the true meaning of life
Once again I know that looking through their eyes
... As they came with their love...
I know the truth of life and it lies before my eyes
The truth lies within you know
The truth lies within the holy words
song performed by by Orphaned Land
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Working on the value of words
Working on the value of words
~
some words require more
more than being spoken
written, read or listened to
some words need feeling
given their own soul
a touch of emotion
some words fall easily
across the page
or off the tongue
like a catchphrase
meaning almost nothing
words without value
spoken to be heard
said and not listened to
or written and missed
all without feeling
give words emotion
soul, fire and life
give words value
work the next line
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Life Lies Ahead
The wall is long and the fall is sheer
This is not the way to go
Who cares who wears the cocking crow?
You should not jump off the building here
Life lies ahead
The ground is hard
The cement is rough
How else can I tell you?
The going is tough
Life lies ahead
Life lies ahead
Don't ruin it
Life lies ahead
Life lies ahead
Not now
Life lies ahead
LIFE
LIES
AHEAD
GROU ND
Thanks to ignorance
The cement is stained
LIFE
ENDS -Johnnie Crockett
poem by Johnnie Crockett
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Brainwashed
And so we begin with another sun
The earth's enslaved with hypocrites
They lay their heads to rest at night
Say a little prayer and all is right
Christ it's nothing personal
You've got to see
They twist and turn your words
For their own needs
They're brainwashed puppets
The almighty crutch
Cowards of reality
And their dying love
Living life in total lies
Judging others
Believe that I say or burn in hell
Bow down your head
You won't feel so bad
Do as I say or burn in hell
Close your eyes, look deep inside
Master of the ignorant
Master of the lies
Judgment day is close at hand
Generate that blasphemy
Master of the damned
Lies
Now behind your reflection
Lies the one who knows the truth
Your conscience will condemn you
On judgment day you'll lose
It seems very odd to me
How you sin and feel so free
And all you have to do is say
Forgive me ... I believe
Lies, foolish lies
Behind your brainwashed eyes
Lies, foolish lies
Behind your brainwashed eyes
Judge me not my shallow friend
Lest ye be judged yourself
You abuse the words you preach
You mold them for yourself
Brainwashed hypocrisy
Justifies the life you lead
Forgive me father I have sinned
Lay my head to rest again
Living life in total lies
Judging others
Believe what I say or burn in hell
Trust in me, say yes I believe
Do it now or burn in hell
song performed by by Iced Earth
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Your Wish To Be Forgiven Is Granted
Expecting to be easily forgiven,
By someone who's life...
Has been effectively ruined,
By the telling of lies?
Your lies?
Try this...
Land in a space ship,
In broad daylight wherever that person lives.
Exit from it carrying a rainbow of colorful balloons.
And in your hand present them with a check,
For five million dollars.
And then cross your fingers 'hoping',
Your wish to be forgiven is granted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fading ink
Fading ink
~
the words which flowed
from pen to page
in a steady stream
have trickled silently
into a vacant space
silent prose sits impatiently
awaiting the spark
to ignite inspiration
to fire up the pen
and resume its flow
of words from pen to paper
but a nothingness holds
space for rent across the page
a canvas of thought
where words once ran
the old ink fades
in the light of a new day
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Lies have become the truth!
Not easy to cheat someone,
When we try to hide the fun of an offense,
We have to be careful and alert always,
Our actions should be monitored and concealed,
From the scrutinizing eyes of the loved ones,
Or the friends or the authorities,
The same lies have to be remembered,
Must memorize the lies to repeat,
At no point can afford to make a mistake,
What a frightful and tiring life it is,
When we try to cheat and lie, wearing the masks,
Eyes can't be met. as Something pricks,
Words are hard to come, as our tongue twists,
Hearts start to race fast, sometimes sweat,
Lying is not an easy task, when the burden felt,
life of lies worth or not, it seems to benefit,
those who have the desire to taste the fruits,
acquire and keep those as heavenly secrets,
deep in the silence and rot as not refrigerated,
life of lies is not easy to live, must act,
immaculate to the eyes of those suspicious,
once secured the trust and confidence of the innocents,
life of lies is great and lies will become the 'truth'.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Sign Of Victory
Victory is a special sign,
Its management is extra delight,
Resulting from righteous deeds
And words said by strangers.
I enlighten the crowd that sees me,
All the way to Gates.
The fence has erected since the lies and sin,
Now resume the activity of a finish, of a decision.
The afterlife has been ready for servants and angels,
Much glory has arrived because of them.
We as humans shall enter Hell, unless the Lord
Gazes at our skulls and makes us drag a chest and two legs.
More is the victory when managed by the subjects of Paradise.
poem by Naveed Akram
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As I lay With Head In Your Lap, Camerado
AS I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado,
The confession I made I resume--what I said to you in the open air I
resume:
I know I am restless, and make others so;
I know my words are weapons, full of danger, full of death;
(Indeed I am myself the real soldier;
It is not he, there, with his bayonet, and not the red-striped
artilleryman;)
For I confront peace, security, and all the settled laws, to unsettle
them;
I am more resolute because all have denied me, than I could ever have
been had all accepted me;
I heed not, and have never heeded, either experience, cautions,
majorities, nor ridicule;
And the threat of what is call'd hell is little or nothing to me; 10
And the lure of what is call'd heaven is little or nothing to me;
...Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward with me, and
still urge you, without the least idea what is our destination,
Or whether we shall be victorious, or utterly quell'd and defeated.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Assume with surity
I know and can assume
love may surface and resume
very good start with new innings
the lavish parties in the evening
I don't know what is called 'Love'
May be peaceful symbol of dove
sails on water and easily drove
good start and easy to move
why one should know feeling?
is it not the pulse with inkling?
shivering the body with cold ripples
always joy and no puzzles
is it not clear indication?
the soul makes startling revelation?
there is something in air to tell
everything goes smoothly and well
Let people know the real fragrance
smell its purity and have a glance
no pretendance and no ignorance
acknowledgement with mere acceptance
i might have not moved with the current
its impact is known and apparent
how can it look so innocent and transparent?
i have nothing to offer in form of comments
how people can easily say they don't
in fact they go in for it and want
love needs no words to be spelled
one is free and never compelled
it is feelings and has come out
it is known fact and nothing new about
one may offer nod but not express
in times to come he may certainly confess
Say it with full honesty
it is not mercy or pity
it has come of its own
the seeds are now sown
it is bound to grow
it will have its own flow
no matter how long it takes time to mushroom
there is no doubt for it to confine in room
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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