Truth can be stated in a thousand different ways, yet each one can be true.
quote by Swami Vivekananda
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Truth Is Wealth
Truth is power, truth is true wealth,
Truth is unequalled ultimate strength,
Truth makes soul its own king
And makes the angels in heaven sing,
Truth is joy, truth is sunshine,
Truth is heart's pristine sheen.
Truth is true friend if we side with it,
And the deadliest foe while stand against it,
Truth strikes terror in law-breakers' heart
And shakes those hearts that go short of it,
For truth is all, truth is tall,
No noble soul ever refrains from its call.
Truth is might, truth is true light,
Truth is the path always is right.
poem by Pratheek Praveen
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Suck
There is no God up in the sky tonight
No sign of heaven anywhere in sight
All that was true is left behind
Once I could see now I am blind
Dont want your dreams you try to sell
This disease I give to myself
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
She makes it sweeter than the sun
I get too tight I come undone
I bow my head to confess
The temple walls are made of flesh
Runs up my arms til Im on track
Itches my skin right off of my back
Ill heal your wounds
Ill set you free
Im jesus christ on ecstacy
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
I am so dirty on the inside
I am so dirty on the inside
I am so dirty on the inside
I am so dirty on the inside
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Suck
Suck
Suck
Suck
A thousand lips a thousand tongues
A thousand throats a thousand lungs
A thousand ways to make it true
I want to do terrible things to you
Everything by:trent reznor
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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I Want to Be True
I don't want to be clever or witty or wise
I just want to be true.
Truth?
Truth was us when, inside me, you looked into my eyes and found my love,
Truth was us when we laughed and played,
Truth was us when you cared too much for me to make love to me,
Truth was us, when knowing me, you were brave in your words and helped me be true.
Truth?
Truth was your tenderness, your joy, your heart.
Truth was my surrender, my giving, my happiness.
Truth was your love, was my love, was the love we created between us.
The truth was our honesty and ease.
Truth?
Truth is the emptiness I feel at my loss of you,
Truth is my naïve hope, all present, that you will come to me,
Truth is the pain at night while I grieve for you,
Truth is my smile and my love playing the memories.
Truth is this moment, the now, the present.
The truth is I had something more than wonderful, and I can't have it anymore.
The truth is I so wish I was with you.
Truth?
So many truths?
I will be true in the moment. x
poem by Susan Cook
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What To One Is Truth
The truth can be hurtful when spoken without ruth
But then suppose the truth it is the truth
And one lie leads to another it is said
And deceit can only live where truth is dead
But what to one is truth to another is not so
Why this should be you ask one who might know
You ask some how good is that and they say great
Whilst others answer only second rate
We all do look at life quite differently
And what's true to you may not be true to me
Though what's true to me may not be entirely so to you
To the higher self we should try to stay true
And though it's praises we may like to sing
The raw truth it can prove a hurtful thing.
poem by Francis Duggan
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~a Thousand Times, A Thousand Ways~
Beloved…
I’ve expressed my love;
A thousand times
A thousand ways
In a thousand rhymes,
A thousand plays
My muse
My friend
My everything
Alive within my soul
Sewn into my very being
My love…
It is you that makes me whole
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Journey Santiago - It's a Life we Live to Love
Journey Santiago
Discover in your search
A land in love with mystery
Its not far out of reach
I know a girl and she says she’s seen it all
She knows a boy who thinks he knows it all
She says she’s the kind of girl who could be it all
She says she knows a boy who thinks he’s fallen for her
In a land in love with mystery
We could be happy and I guess we could be free
He says he wants to know the secret of your eyes
He wants to slip between your thighs girl
But it comes as no surprise that you’re turning away now
When he says
Every dream I have I am kissing you
Every life I’ve lived I’ve been missing you.
And he claims you are his world
He wants to lay down by the fire with you
He claims he can make you happy
In a land in love with mystery.
Journey Santiago
Forever in your search
Seek the love that makes you whole
It’s not far out of reach.
Can’t you see the passion in his eyes?
Can’t you tell he’d sail the skies for you?
And still you’re turning away when he says
Every dream I have is of kissing you
Every life I’ve lived, I’ve been missing you
Still it’s true in a thousand ways
That you paint me blue in a thousand shades
Then leave me wading here
Shaking from the nightmare
Won’t you share a while and listen
Won’t you smile a smile and glisten
Lighten up the day for me
Join me in a love of mystery
She wants to know if you shed a tear for Alice
As she walked in wonderland
For she said that she may never understand you
If you don’t know the wonder of this land
I guess it’s true in a thousand ways
She paints me blue in a thousand shades
And still I’m waiting here
Shaking from the nightmare
I guess it’s true in a thousand ways
Oh how she paints me blue with the words she says
And still I’m waiting here
Shaking from the nightmare
It’s a life we live to love
poem by David Lacey
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Complicated
How long can you hold out against me
How long can you resist to kiss me
'Cause you know you want to
You know I want to
I know I want to
You know you want to
But you can't let this be the reason for a session of love
You're so complicated and I can't figure you out
You're just so complicated in every one of your ways
As I've often stated
Girl, I'm not messing you about
You're just so somplicated in every one of your displays
How long must I pretend to like you
When it's so plain to see I love you
'Cause I want to have you
I want to hold you
I want to always be there for you
So please don't be frightened by the strength with which
I'm holding your heart
You're so complicated and I can't figure you out
You're just so complicated in every one of your ways
As I've often stated
Girl, I'm not messing you about
You're just so somplicated in every one of your displays
song performed by by Daniel Bedingfield
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Paradox of Truth
The most subtle lies art the greatest truth
Like the fairy tales of our imaginative youth
Each truth a paradox, a lie does tell
A truth somewhere in mythical spell
When one lies, truth still speaks
For in everything doth truth seek
To express itself to hearts to behold
The truth of life in every lie told
Told in such eloquent song
There is truth in something especially wrong
Rhetoric, myths, ignorance and lies
Truth in all, every truth belies.
If thou don't believe it is certainly true
For to believe is true to me and you
And in this poem if you believe no truth
Let this poem be truth's own proof….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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poem by David Keig
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Technology has advanced more in the last thirty years than in the previous two thousand. The exponential increase in advancement will only continue. Anthropological Commentary The opposite of a trivial truth is false; the opposite of a great truth is also true.
quote by Niels Bohr
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
Life is Lit
True charm meet
Walks on tree-lined streets
Sandy feet
Barrels to the dawn
In the afternoon yawn
He mows the lawn
She hears, she sees
The little pitter-patter
Of upbeat hearts
Soon grown.
Timeline of memories
Both a cosmic and comic feat
There are two ways about it
Smiles, the happy treat
Imagine the softest cloud
To rest the gentlest prayer
A thousand words sensed
On one canvas
Circling the core of the Earth
He needs her.
Each a life-form
Standing alone
Against a wall of its own
Breathe its aura
A story
Just as the tiger eats the lamb
Everyone can be your friend
And everyone can be your enemy
Life is lit
By winning ways in respect
By truth in trust
By faith in love
By peace in vital courage.
poem by Kamini Arichandran
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The supreme truths are neither the rigid conclusions of logical reasoning nor the affirmations of credal statement, but fruits of the soul's inner experience. Intellectual truth is only one of the doors to the outer precincts of the temple. And since intellectual truth turned towards the Infinite must be in its very nature many-sided and not narrowly one, the most varying intellectual beliefs can be equally true because they mirror different facets of the Infinite. However separated by intellectual distance, they still form so many side-entrances which admit the mind to some faint ray from a supreme Light. There are no true and false religions, but rather all religions are true in their own way and degree. Each is one of the thousand paths to the One Eternal.
quote by Sri Aurobindo
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Before mirror
I make myself stand
Before mirror
And I have not seen me.
And this is true
I have not seen truth
Truth is not in mind
Truth is not in intellect
Truth is not in ego.
And this is true.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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In Your Own Ways
You are smart in your own ways
you are lovely in your own ways
you are beautiful in your own ways
You smile in your own ways
So crazy in your own ways
The madness of your own ways
such mysterious in your own ways
Those eyes of your own ways
You inspire me in your own ways
You talk in you own ways
you love me in your own ways
You suprise me in your own ways
Your kindness of its own kind
Your love of its own loveliness
your touch of its own comfort
And your kisses of its own sweetness
There is nothing so much worth to
treasure in my own ways than the
sweet memories of your own ways
Your life in your own ways
changes mine in its own way
God must have taken His own time
for sush a creation of its own kind
With everything in its own way
I must live your way.
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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What Is Truth?
What is Truth? said those of old,
Who, oft warned by Israel's God,
Whose daring deeds, then all untold,
Brought down on them the Avenger's rod.
What is Truth? was asked by one
Whom Israel had been taught to fear,
Whilst, with scorn, he looked upon
The very truth that was so near.
What is Truth? said Pilate, when
The truth had reached his inmost heart
Washing clean his hands again,
In murder, said he'd have no part.
What is Truth? the sland'rer says—
Is it to blast my neighbours' name;
Them defaming all my days—
Acting as though I had no shame?
What is Truth? the tyrant said,
Whilst he enslav'd his fellow-man:
Now my will shall be obey'd,
For who my right will dare to scan?
What is Truth? the miser says,
While counting o'er his ill-got gain:
What care I for her good ways,
So I the 'yellow dross' obtain.
What is Truth? the sceptic says,
While doubt and fears annoy his path:
Shall I heed her peaceful ways,
Or meet at last indignant wrath?
What is Truth? the Christian cries,
Publishing a Saviour's love,
While from earth to heaven he hies—
To the starry realms above.
What is Truth? I may not tell—
What is 'the Truth' shall be made known;
What is Truth, remember well,
Is firm as God's eternal throne!
poem by Benjamin Cutler Clark
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Truthful Lies
The truth in that
Is that the truth will never be truth.
To them,
It's all lies, because they lie.
The truth is masked,
It bears no light.
It is carried a thousand miles,
Tossed into stones,
Mixed in with pride.
Stamped on postcards.
It is shuffled amongst the lies,
It is marked as spam.
The breaths that carry,
The minds that corrupt it,
They bear no guilt.
The truth is never forgotten.
No matter how fictitious it's made.
Through time it is mended,
Sometimes changed back into the truth itself.
It is rejected.
It is simply the truth they want to see.
A lie is the truth,
Because it is made to be what they need.
poem by Erick Flores
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Truth Is Good...........sometimes
truth has a face
with many expressions
truth can hurt you in ways you can't imagine
truth can make you happy or sad
depending on the situation you had
truth can kill you or even save you
truth can help you or even break you
what if today your parents decide
to tell you
when you were a baby
you were adopted
after 18 years
your first reaction would be fallin tears
would you have want them to tell you the truth
or would rather for them to continue lying to you............................
(PLEASE COMMENT BECAUSE I WANT YOUR OPINION)
poem by Elena Winters
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Life's Grandest Things
What is the greatest work of all?
The work that comes every day;
The work that waits us on ev'ry hand
Is work that, for us, is truly grand,
And the love of work is our pay.
What is the highest life of all?
It is living, day by day,
True to ourselves and true to the right,
Living the truth from dawn till the night,
And the love of truth for our pay.
What is the grandest thing of all-
Is it winning Heaven some day?
No, and a thousand times say no;
'Tis making this old world thrill and glow
With the sun of love till each shall know
Something of Heaven here below,
And God's well done for our pay.
poem by Jean Blewett
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It could be for C.P Sharma
We search for truth but would we know
if our quest met with success
Perhaps truth changes as we grow.
We can’t be sure so we must guess.
Maybe there is no absolute
unchanging truth that’s permanent.
So we adopt beliefs to suit
whatever seems convenient
That’s fits in with what we think we know.
Because we fail to recognise
What we’ve been taught my not be so.
Though in due course we realise.
The quest fir truth which we pursue
would seem to be man’s destiny.
Its something we were born to do.
To search for truth continually
Although it seems illogical
I offer you this theory
The truth is something personal.
My truth only applies to me.
Your truth is only true for you.
It’s just another theory
I have no way to prove it true.
although it could be possibly.
26/04/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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