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The longest sword, the strongest lungs, the most voices, are false measures of truth.

quote by Benjamin Whichcote
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My Quest for the truth

Oh the truth, my lord, my king, come to me
Thou don't deserve to stay there
Thy speed will get slower where
With false and false cries it cover

I know thou look small like a word
None can forget that thou are the sharpest sword
But thy density is more than earth
So are thou kicked down and drowned

Oh the truth, the standard and the winner
Come to me with the pace of a thunder
And make me and all to wonder
Though on the way are the thick woods
Pour upon me like the angry floods

Oh the truth, the judge and the conqueror
Droop the dust and rise up with calms
For thee I have stretched far my arms
Thou will never desire to reside
Where Stumbles and stammers of false preside

My heart broke, dear truth, do the justice
Thou have no chance for it to ply
I beg you towards my heart to fly
Than the earth, thou weigh high
Will carry thou even if I die

Oh the truth, the strongest and immortal
My heart longs for thy presence
Rather for it now thou are the essence

Why suffer in the heart of dirty lane
As thou get treated, something as a vain
When I urge thou, with me to join
Why do thou take time and toss a coin

Oh the master, the savior, my truth,
Theft are my thoughts, thief is there
Dead are my dreams, killer is there
And why I say thou shouldn't be there

Come to me my darling, my truth
Come with the pure cry come with a jump
Like a baby from the mother's womb
I know Thy visit to my heart would
Pierce deep to cause a wound
But never would I mind

My thoughts would in a minute
Put down our culture
Like the hunt of a vulture
But my actions, they would never

I am harmless my love, my truth
And why I say thou should be here
Rush out from that heart and Rush into mine
I know thou hurt me but even I hug thou

Come on truth, come fast like a ray
Flowers are wreathed on your way
Thy knowledge sinks me, I confirm
Still I would try to be very firm

Oh my truth, the immortal and the perfect
I am eager waiting with my arms stretched
Reveal thy self and it makes me fetched

Its my word to you my truth
I would look after you
I will treat you as a king and serve you
I will treat you as a kid and care for you
I will treat you as the God and pray to you

poem by Praneeth Remidi
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False Truth

False truth

Just like a word that says
Love will always find the way
No matter how hard
No matter how much

I want to hear what i want
I want to see what i like
As simple as that
Yet it's impossible to be done

Because it's just a false truth
That would never be found
A personal satisfaction within
Called ''Happiness''

Let it slide
Begone for tomorrow
Because when it's the time
You'll learn and see

That truth is just a truth
A fact that simply
Without false
And without doubt…

poem by Alva Cross
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For The Longest Time

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
If u said good-bye to me tonight
There would still be music enough to write
What else can I do, I'm so inspired by you
You haven't been there
For the longest time
If you said that I was the one that was wrong
Would I have the strength to carry on?
That's why you found me
When u put u arms around me
You haven't been there
For the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
That voice your hearing in the hall
When the greatest miracle of all
That's where you found me
When you put your arms around me
You haven't been there,
For the longest time
If you said that I was the one that was wrong
Would I have the strength to carry on?
I'll take my chances
I almost got us sweet romances
You haven't been there for the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time(4x)

song performed by by Yellowcard
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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For The Longest Time

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
If u said good-bye to me tonight
There would still be music enough to write
What else can I do, I'm so inspired by you
You haven't been there
For the longest time
If you said that I was the one that was wrong
Would I have the strength to carry on?
That's why you found me
When u put u arms around me
You haven't been there
For the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
That voice your hearing in the hall
When the greatest miracle of all
That's where you found me
When you put your arms around me
You haven't been there,
For the longest time
If you said that I was the one that was wrong
Would I have the strength to carry on?
I'll take my chances
I almost got us sweet romances
You haven't been there for the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time(4x)

song performed by by Yellowcard
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Perseverance

Racing along and full of zeal
from A to B, how does it feel?

No obstacle can block his way
he forges on by night and day.

No doubt the race is to the strongest
to him who struggles on the longest.

But what, if, after all, the goal
is six by two in a fresh dug hole?

poem by Brian Taylor
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The Longest Night

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
- only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, -
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
(wilfred owen, 1918)
Now the day has run
When the cover comes
But any fool can see
Ahead
Silence is my friend
But it has to end
Any fool can see
Ahead
Its the longest night
Its the longest night
Cold winds may blow
On the longest night
So we write our letters
To those far away
Any fool can see
Ahead
The distant sound of thunder
A choir of wailing shells
Any fool can see
Ahead
Its the longest night
Its the longest night
Cold winds may blow
On the longest night
I dont want to fight
I dont know whos right
Cold winds they blow
On this longest night
Its the longest night
Its the longest night
Cold winds may blow
On this longest night
Music & lyrics by: geoff downes, john payne & ben woolfenden

song performed by by Asia
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Love's Logic [Couplet Sonnet]

The more ways I find to express my love,
The more I love you, and the better for love,
And more: What more than seek such ways to it;
Expressing love (and therefore to do it) .
And if my love should make me false I would,
For better no false-love than mere falsehood.
How then is love (which others call) more proved
Than mine is? And not merely false-love's truth?
Where love's logic meets between false or not
No arguments have heard but have forgot
That love is truth - and none is love more false
Than proof; So this I swear on life and pulse:
  That infinite love's true call expresses
  Love is something more than proof professes.

-September 20 2005

poem by David Zvekic
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True Or False

either you become true
or you become false

if you are true
there is only pain

truth does not offer you
happiness

if you keep on hoping
no one comes

if you become false
a platter of joys is served

that is how they work here
falsity has rewards

truth's place is elsewhere
it can be eternal

but when is such a question
that demands a quick answer

truth does not guarantee
temporary solutions to your grief

falsities are here
and if you do not dance

you will be a wallflower
& i know you will not like it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Language In Our Lungs

There is no language in our lungs
To tell the world just how we feel
No bridge of thought
No mental link
No letting out just what you think
There is no language in our lungs
There is no muscle in our tongues
To tell the world whats in our hearts
No were leaving nothing
Just chiselled stones
No chance to speak before were bones
There is no muscle in our tongues
I thought I had the whole world in my mouth
I thought I could say what I wanted to say
For a second that thought became a sword in my hand
I could slay any problem that would stand in my way
I felt just like a crusader
Lionheart, a holy land invader
But nobody can say what they really mean to say and
The impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and
I would have made this instrumental
But the words got in the way
There is no language in our...
There is no language in our lungs
To tell the world whats in our hearts
No were leaving nothing behind
Just chiselled stones
No chance to speak before were bones
There is no language in our lungs.

song performed by by Xtc
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Accepting To Protect False Beliefs

The telling of lies told and sold,
To deny in a hiding of one's insecurities...
Does not prevent,
An increasing mental instability...
As witnessed by those,
Not only experiencing buyer's remorse...
But shows the ones who have lied,
Responsible for much that has gone...
Misunderstood most of their lives,
While fighting against denials.

And today...
There is no way of escaping,
With a possibility on either side of truth...
To correct relationships destroyed to redo,
By accepting to protect false beliefs as done.
Or can fix to mend anyone's heart broken,
Of those victimized who have forgiven.
Since they will never be able to erase in time,
From their minds...
The effects of what has happened to them.

Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.

Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.

Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known...
To keep those from being aware,
With a clearing of polluted air.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cold Day Hot Poetry

Cold day hot poetry
Truth is here
With false sorry.
Poetry is true
World is false
This is not my story.
Words are not under my control
It is word I
That is to see.
I care not what you say
I care only truth and truth
And truth that only I say.
Excuse me if I am not able to touch
But I have got a lot of love
To you all living and non-living
I Love you and I seek your blessing.
I am hopeful and this world is wonderful
My wife is beautiful and my work is successful
You are my grand master and life is nectar-full.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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What's The Use

WHAT'S the use o' folks a-frownin'
When the way's a little rough?
Frowns lay out the road fur smilin'
You'll be wrinkled soon enough.
What's the use?
What's the use o' folks a-sighin'?
It's an awful waste o' breath,
An' a body can't stand wastin'
What he needs so bad in death.
What's the use?
What's the use o' even weepin'?
Might as well go long an' smile.
Life, our longest, strongest arrow,
Only lasts a little while.
What's the use?

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Fake Excuses

False ideas!
Fake excuses;
Ruling your mind without the truth,
But one day you will know the truth! !
Because, the truth is always the truth.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Flaming Sword of Light

My will, not willing to comply
A upcoming storm up to a rise
Silence stands still tonight
The rain will try
Filling the lake full of lies

Yet the water can't quench the flames
For my weapon seeks only the truth
The sword of light
Reaper of all lies
Shall my soul be safe tonight

The sword of light shall keep me awake
Is will take the lies revealing the truth
The flames of it's holy light shall burn away the hate
My sword takes a hypocrite and sends it to Hade's crew

Upon their burning eyes
All I see is regret
The sword reveals all
Concealing my soul, their demons shall fall
The flaming sword of light, protector of all

My defence is my weapon
The flaming sword of light
It will defend me tonight
Keep the parisites of Hade's away
For sleep I shall stay

The internal flame of the sword
Shall burn them away
The light will forever shine
Blinding the demons of the night
The sword of light is mine

Protecting my soul from curruption
The innocence of a child's mind
Will stay protected
From the lies and dispise.
The heaven's light, and the flame from hell
In this sword will stay alive
The flaming sword of life.
Shall it protect me tonight

(12-18-09)

poem by Elisha De La Rosa
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Hundreds Of Tears

I stood in the warmth of the light
Chilled to the bone
Hundreds of faces in sight
Still I was alone
Door after door
And room after empty room
Ive stood here before
But under a different moon
In the longest days and the darkest nights
Down the longest road theres a presence of light
I hear a voice that calls me
Its loves name I call
In the end
Ive walked in and out of the fire
Between truth and lies
Now how many children watch
While one child crys
Ill tear down these walls
And watch while their souls are freed
Ill throw away pride
To drown in this endless sea
In the longest days and the darkest nights
Down the longest road theres a presence of light
I hear a voice that calls me
Its loves name I call
In the end
Hundreds of tears on the water
Mercy come rain down on me
In the longest days and the darkest nights
Down the longest road theres a presence of light
In the longest days and the darkest nights
Down the longest road theres a presence of light
I hear a voice that calls me
Its loves name I call
In the end
Hundreds of tears on the water
Mercy come rain down on me
Hundreds of tears on the water
Mercy come rain down on me
Hundreds of tears on the water
Mercy come rain down on me
Hundreds of tears on the water
Mercy come rain down on me

song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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I Was Not False To Thee

I WAS not false to thee, and yet
My cheek alone looked pale;
My weary eye was dim and wet,
My strength began to fail.
Thou wert the same; thy looks were gay,
Thy step was light and free;
And yet, with truth, my heart can say,
I was not false to thee!

I was not false to thee, yet now
Thou hast a cheerful eye,
With flushing cheek and drooping brow
I wander mournfully.
I hate to meet the gaze of men,
I weep where none can see;
Why do I only suffer, when
I was not false to thee?

I was not false to thee; yet oh!
How scornfully they smile,
Who see me droop, who guess my woe,
Yet court thee all the while.
'Tis strange! but when long years are past,
Thou wilt remember me;
Whilst I can feel until the last,
I was not false to thee!

poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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Telling false or truth

Telling false or truth
No use if not sugar coated
Rising and flying no use
If not sugarcoated.
Water is not sea
Sea is water
False or truth
Not necessary to explain
Without sugar coating.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Truth Through Repetition

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poem by David Keig
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Voodoo Rain in Chicago

Magic
Each glistening drop
tinkers and shimmers

Falls
from each which way
mystically resembling that which glitters

Yes, the Voodoo comes down, even in Chicago

Black
gathers energy fast
and bewitches even the strongest

Star
burning in crimson fury
cascade down on us the longest

Even in Chicago, Yes, the Voodoo comes Down

poem by Gregory Pickett
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Acceptance Heals

Acceptance heals!
A willingness to just let go...
To be a part of a natural process,
Reveals an ability to face the truth...
For what it is and means.
Without the need,
Of foolish protective measures.

Some wish to stop to grow.
To direct with a decision...
To have things go their way.
Blocking the experience of a natural adventure.
As if the ticking of a clock,
Depends on a decision made.
Since time itself...
Is a creation of man.

And where man stands...
Has nothing to do,
With the evolution of nature.
And nature awaits...
Such dictates!

Acceptance heals!
A willingness to just let go...
To be a part of a natural process,
Reveals an ability to face the truth...
For what it is and means.
Without the need,
Of foolish protective measures.

And those foolish protective measures,
Keeps a wounded mind...
With no peace to find.

Acceptance heals.
Like one's faith,
Eliminates...
A stunted life that wastes away,
In anticipation to have a stubbornness validated.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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