There are some things that we know are just not as pleasant as the lies that we tell ourselves, and in that sense in order to endure existence everyone endures a certain amount of dishonesty in their everyday lives.
quote by Todd Rundgren
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Our Lives Are Mostly Unsaid
Our lives are mostly unsaid
We have countless poems in us
Which will never be written-
The beauty of so many things
The hidden secrets of so much we sense
We can never fully tell-
All of us each of us lives poetry unwritten and unspoken-
This is God’s gift to us all
We have holy lives
We do not ourselves truly know to tell
And we enjoy them as sensations only our own
Which our very existence gives us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Slipping of Meet Notes
Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!
Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!
In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enjoy It
Everyday we are graced,
with other words and thoughts.
Some make a lot sense,
while other make not a lot.
Everyday our lives are touched by mornings.
Sometimes the sun will shine,
another day and the rain will come,
to our daily lives, it does not matter which one.
Therefore, if you look out your window,
and see a wonderful day.
Just think how lucky you are,
and enjoy it by just being alive.
poem by David Harris
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Aught
Azriel of Gerona taught
that if you look beyond the yesh
which is the aught you’ll find the naught,
the spirit that’s behind the flesh,
the truth that lies within the kernel,
hidden from the mortal eyes
of man by ayin that’s eternal,
enveloped by man’s lethal lies,
because Reality must be
eclipsed, however hard it’s sought
by I’s that lie between the Thee
which is the Naught beyond the Aught.
In Sacred Attunement: A Jewish Theology (Chicago: University of Chicago Press,2008) , Michael Fishbane writes about Azriel of Gerona (36–7) :
R. Azriel pondered the mystery and depth of infinite Being, and even tried to imagine the very borderline between the knowable realm of Absolute Reality and all that might be humanly conceived or known by human minds. In his discourse he calls the first realm Naught (or ayin) , because it is wholly beyond thought and thus virtually Nothing; and the second he deems Aught (or yesh) , because it is the realm where knowable (or discernable) reality becomes and is. But the point of transition is truly neither the one nor the other, but both: it is neither wholly naught, insofar as there is a gathering towards existence (where things are nameable and determinate) , nor is it wholly aught, since this domain is still characterized by the naught (where no thing is named or differentiated.) At this borderline we have something else. What we have is an imaginable sense of aught grounded in naught; that is, a sense that the all-unfolding reality and being of existence, whose source is God, is ultimately effaced in the depths of God’s Godhood. And though we may not follow R. Azriel in his particular mystical ontology of divine emanations, we may nevertheless strain to understand his teaching as a great truth of theology––still pertinent for our lives. For what he conveys through this meditation is that whatever may be humanly sayable about God and existence is ultimately grounded in and a manifestation of the Naught. To bring our minds towards this realization is the tsk of theology. This holds as much for our common view of everyday reality, where the Aught rightly prevails and predominates, as for our sense of God, where the Naught is the ultimate reality wherein all mindfulness is eclipsed.
10/24/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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True Love Endures
True love endures when passion dies.
This should not come as a surprise,
it is a lesson all must learn
at their own pace each in their turn.
True love endures.
In time we learn to recognise
the honest truth from the half lies
and find the love for which we yearn.
True love endures.
There is no room for compromise
The truth is written in the eyes.
What you receive is what you earn
After the flames of passion burn
away the half truths and the lies.
True love endures.
(Poetic piers)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Truth: : Humour, Inspiration
Tell the truth, are you crazy, the truth is for fools
In my clever world it’s lying which rules
Why opt for something as silly as sincerity
When you can easily choose dishonesty
Then you can tell lies upon lies upon lies
So many out there for you to devise
And believe them yourself, very nearly, why not
You weaved such an interesting, exciting plot
The truth, big deal, the truth is nothing but lies
My truth’s so much better, at least in my eyes
My lies versus the truth, so easy to win
Because I can keep lying ad nauseum
I’ll just spout out a lie, how easy was that
Don’t look for the truth in my kind of chat
You think I’ll be discovered, I’m way too smart
I’ll never say what’s there in my heart
My heart was stunted a long time ago
All this lying stopped any chance it could grow
When you don’t speak from your heart, it’s hard to see
The difference between truth and dishonesty
(Sydney, Australia - 2006)
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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Flashpoint
I lied
Right to your face
And I'll burn
Eternally in flames
In flames...
Instinct
Has failed me now
Enslaved
By my deceit
Lies sink in like gasoline
Saturates my body
One last spark of dishonesty
And that will be the death of me
Damned
In flames
Damned
In flames (2x)
Lies engulf me
Lies they burn me
Lies they purge me
Lies they free me
Lies sink in like gasoline
Saturates my body
One last spark of dishonesty
And that will be the death of me
Damned
In flames
Damned
In flames (2x)
song performed by by Fear Factory from Demanufacture
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You have to allow a certain amount of time in which you are doing nothing in order to have things occur to you, to let your mind think.
quote by Mortimer Adler
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The Earth Only Endures
(american indian chant)
The old man said
The earth only endures
You spoke truly
You were right
The old man said
The earth only endures
You spoke truly
You were right
Only the mountains live forever
Only the earth endures
Only the earth endures
Only the earth endures
Only the earth endures
The old man said
The earth only endures
You spoke truly
You were right
You were right
You were right
song performed by by Waterboys
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Dishonesty is being clever.
To know more is to do less.
Moderation betrays weakness.
Prudent delay is a cowardly act.
Reckless daring is loyalty.
Obedience is slavery.
Revenge is self destruction.
Cleverness is dishonesty.
Simplicity is helplessness.
Dishonesty succeeds;
Simplicity trails.
To heap pride from dishonesty
Is the dangerous end
The society is heading to.
29.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Save me O Lord from all this change
‘Look abroad thro' Nature's range,
‘Nature's mighty law is change'1;
Yea, change is everything, comm'ner or king,
Change is progress; or left I'm so to guess.
Open up and sooner shall thine life change,
Advised Buddha, and there's a rainbow's range
Of wisdom; so taught I thought me to change,
Soon to change mind from no mean a challenge.
‘If ye like not a thing, go ‘head, change it,
‘And if ye can't, change, change the way ye think'2,
If not, there's still a way: to wait, to wit,
Till what ye like not, changes in a wink.
And I'm convinced, ‘nought in this world endure'3,
The world may either change the way I want—
A Buddhist way when things on their own cure!
If not, to a changed me, it least does haunt.
And I agree, ‘weep not the world changes'4,
For reason there's to weep, were it to keep
A stable, changeless state, in stony ease,
E'en a stone changeth, if not in a leap.
And every birth of a brazen new truth
Has caused mischief, nay, oft great upheaval;
A change agent, nor in right frame of youth,
Let me not be one, disaster to deal!
Things change, and we too change, we more than things,
‘The old order changeth, yielding to new'5,
While change of habit irks the lay and kings,
Hope mints new order to strut with tired view!
And all progress, a twain-edge'd old sword,
‘Preserving order amid all the change,
‘Amid the preserved order preserve change'6;
Save me, O Lord, from this balancing board!
_____________________________________________ ___________
1. Robert Burns: Let not women e'er complain.
2. Mary Engelbreit.
3. Ludwig Boerne: ‘Nought endures but change'.
4. William Cullen Bryant:
‘Weep not that the world changes—
did it keep a stable changeless state,
it were cause indeed to weep'.
5. Alfred Lord Tennyson: ‘The passing of Arthur'.
6. Alfred North Whitehead:
‘The art of progress is to preserve order amid change,
and to preserve change amid order'.
__________________________
- Tongue-in-cheek | 05.12.11 |
poem by Aniruddha Pathak
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It Endures
Only that which has been examined to be labelled,
Begins to establish a documented history.
And the doing of it creates a repetitiveness,
The majority declares is a stability one can rely upon.
With a determining for them what is right and wrong.
Then there comes along,
Something that has not been labelled.
Something suspiciously different.
And something unfamiliar many fear that threatens.
Then a testing of it begins.
Not to ensure its acceptance but to guarantee its end.
It endures through attacks.
It endures with a fighting back.
It endures over the countless obstacles,
To amaze those who wish suddenly to know...
More of its existence with more identifiable facts.
And it seems when that has been adventured,
That which is not going to change...
Eventually teaches its own lessons.
And those who get them do!
And those who refuse to budge or move...
Remain confused as most people stubbornly choose,
When something they confront...
Is not going to change its own identity to please an ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Often people attempt to live their lives backwards they try to have more things, or more money, in order to do more of what they want, so they will be happier. The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want.
quote by Margaret Young
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Often people attempt to live their lives backwards; they try to have more things, or more money, in order to do more of what they want, so they will be happier. The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want.
quote by Margaret Young
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Minds eye solatium pt.1
Isolation, my solatium,
forever more the vagrant,
compensation, revelation,
of things that seem so vacant,
suspension in reality,
in exile, but awake,
entombed within my minds eye,
levitating on the lake.
Reach in to retrieve the answer
and pull the inside out,
the question is redundant
and the words never amount,
the boundaries of existence
are opaque and make no sound,
look down upon my minds eye,
from just above the ground.
A journey through subconscious
to a world that's retrospect,
endeavour to endure the path
that time will soon collect,
for if you reach the destination
known by precious few,
you'll come to see my minds eye,
in the haunted morning view.
The figments congregate,
as if expecting some illusion
and treat the interruption
as a cardinal intrusion,
their silence screams the loudest voice
and lasts a hundred years,
you'll pray for deaf in my minds eye,
where skies are nowhere near.
So now you've seen this place
can you conceive a mundane vision,
or does your sense of caution
force an ill-advised recession,
for all i ask is that you know
the meaning of this code,
and rest within my minds eye,
to repay the secrets sowed...
to become the cruces ode.
poem by Ashley Shannon
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Everyday Being Tested
Everyday there is a witnessing of miracles.
And everyday someone unbelieving,
Chooses to complain about their aches and pains.
In a celebration with invited guests.
And those who seem the happiest...
Are those everyday being tested.
Expressing how their lives are gratefully blessed.
With faith and prayer done everyday to attest and reflect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Patient
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.
I had placed people,
Who I considered friends on this list.
And for years they had been on it...
Doing and saying things to me as they wished.
Some don't speak to me.
But my name is on their lips.
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That should not on my list exist!
Very few on my priority list,
Have me on their agenda.
And if they do,
I'm sure it's for fun, sport and gossip.
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
I couldn't not explain...
Why some names had hearts near them.
Did I do that?
Did I draw them in?
I use to dropp every and anything,
To be at someone's aide.
Some people I would call everyday...
Just to see if they were okay.
I've even allowed my own work to be submitted...
So folks could get their college degrees.
Joking about this,
I am not!
I have been the subject of innuendos and lies,
As if my life meant nothing at all.
To leave me to walk around with 'my' pain disguised.
Then I awakened and realized.
I am considered a fool!
Today...
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.
And wondered to myself 'WHY'...
Is this stuff still 'there'.
Get rid of it!
This makes no sense.
Why do you have these people's lives,
Prioritized?
'That is being too patient!
Fix this and get this done quick! '
I have moments when I am completely rational.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All that is....was
ALL THAT IS........WAS
And so it was
All things that are
Have always been
Everyday things
And things not yet seen
Things living and dead
Colours orange blues and reds
Moonshadows and
Hangman gallows
All are
And have always been
No nightmares are new
Pleasant dreams too
Human love
And raw naked lust
All spawned
In that first
Pinch of dust
All mans needs
Are old not new
Will we ever learn
To give and not
To yearn
Push aside our lust
And in God
Place our trust........
poem by Robert Delucchi
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I sit here all day trying to persuade people to do the things they ought to have the sense to do without my persuading them. That's all the powers of the President amount to.
quote by Harry Truman
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Forever
Give thanks to the Lord, Our God and King
His love endures forever
For He is good, He is above all things
His love endures forever
Sing praise, sing praise
With a mighty hand and outstretched arm
His love endures forever
For the life that's been reborn
His love endures forever
Sing praise, sing praise
Sing praise, sing praise
CHORUS:
Forever God is faithful
Forever God is strong
Forever God is with us
Forever and ever, forever (2X)
From the rising to the setting sun
His love endures forever
By the grace of God we will carry on
His love endures forever
Sing praise, sing praise
Sing praise, sing praise
(CHORUS)
His love endures forever (8X)
Sing praise, sing praise
Sing praise, sing praise
(CHORUS)
Forever you are faithful
Forever you are strong
Forever you are with us
Forever and ever, forever
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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