People actually live with their id exposed. They're not good at concealing what's going on inside.
quote by Philip Seymour Hoffman
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People of substance may sin without being exposed for their stolen pleasure; but servants and the poorer sort of women have seldom an opportunity of concealing a big belly, or at least the consequences of it.
quote by Bernard de Mandeville
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A Winters Tale
The winters bitterness is lost
Its the fireside warmth that comforts me
The peace for all my thoughts
The night brings shadows to the street
Its the time for dreams of things to come
To creep inside their lives
Youre concealing every feeling
Can you find me, deep inside you
Let me touch you, let me keep you
Let me know youre there
Youre concealing every feeling
Can you find me, no
Yes deep inside youre a part of me
Every day I need to know Im there, Im there, Im there
[with previous verse sung behind]
The evening fantasy begins
In the sandy lanes that cross the fields
The gentle rain will fall
The morning sweeps away the night
And the dreams of you still haunt my thoughts
Bring meaning to my life
Youre concealing every feeling
Can you find me, deep inside you
Let me touch you, let me keep you
Let me know youre there
Youre concealing every feeling
Can you find me, no
Yes deep inside youre a part of me
Every day I need to know Im there, Im there, Im there
[with previous verse sung behind]
[ad lib to fade]
Can you hold me with your small hand
Prepare much, length and beauty of our tiny lives
Futures brighter now
Our world is everything to me, to know, Im there
Lord! you see the world is brighter than the sky
The sky is shining everywhere in our world
You know you never said in your many times, all in me instead
song performed by by Genesis
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Look What The Good People Done
They were drinkin his wine
They were usin his name
They were takin the time to take
His name in vain
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
They were havin their fun
Look what the good people done
Well, the good people say things that they
Dont really mean
They look so convincing cause theyre
So squeaky clean
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
Its a million to one
Look what the good people done
They (? put him on walkin down ? ), they said,
Lets go on with the show
And they pad him on whiskey and say, boy,
Youve got to go
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
Hes (? on the highway ? ) to none
Look what the good people done
All the newspaper men
They were lookin for names
Pulled him out of a hat
They needed someone to blame
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
He thought he was the one
Look what the good people done
Well, the good people say,
Keep your nose to the ground
Then theyll build you right up
Just to knock you right down
Look what the good people done to you
Look what the good people done to you
They were gettin their kicks
Look what the good people nixed
[spoken - here we go]
Look what the good people done to me
Look what the good people done to me
Look what the good people done to me
Look what the good people done to me
They were havin no fun
Look what the good people done
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Meant To Live
Fumbling his confidence
And wondring why the world has passed him by
Hoping that hes meant for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Dreaming about providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe weve been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe were bent and broken, broken
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
We want more than this worlds got to offer
We want more than this worlds got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live
song performed by by Switchfoot
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Playing Act
Put your polished smile
Give your irresponsible reason
I'm good at being a fool
But inside you don't know
How wicked I could be
Make everyone believes your plan
Blame to another people if failed
I'm good at being oblivious
But inside you don't know
How observant I could be
Tell a great tales
Sprinkle it with lies
I'm good at listening
But inside you don't know
How murderous I could be
Spill out your secret
Lower your guard in front of me
I'm good at being a loyal follower
But inside you don't know
How traitorous I could be
Reach victory no matter what the way
Get the finest jewelry for anyone stare
I'm good at flattering
But inside you don't know
How defiant I could be
Order me like someone important
Be the main actor in your story
I'm good at being obedient
But inside you don't know
How loathing I could be
Show your fake kindness
Wear your sympathy mask
I'm good at being the weak
But inside you don't know
How unbreakable I could be
Steal every attention
Dominate all the spotlight
I'm good at being the shadow
But inside you don't know
How dark I could be
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Visor'd
A MASK--a perpetual natural disguiser of herself,
Concealing her face, concealing her form,
Changes and transformations every hour, every moment,
Falling upon her even when she sleeps.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Agoraphobia
Two people touching lips
Hands on each other's hips
Nothing in else in the world but one another
The 42nd floor
On a distant shore
I wonder how we strayed so far from this
Remember when we were
Just flesh and bone you sir
May have forgotten how good your world could be
So, put down your hollow tips
And kiss your lovers lips
And know that fate is what you make of it
Please end this
Before it ends us
I wanna stay inside
I wanna stay inside for good
I wanna stay inside
For good
I read the news today
And everything they say
Just makes me want to stay inside
And a better part of me knows
That waiting in the throws
Is on the par with reading with my eyes closed
"What Can I do?", You say
It's just another day
In the life of Apes with ego trips
Put down your hollow tips
And kiss your lover's lips
And learn that fate is what we make of it
Please end this
Before it ends us
I wanna stay inside
I wanna stay inside for good
I wanna stay inside
For good
I'm gonna stay inside
I'm gonna stay inside for good
I'm gonna stay inside
For Good
I wanna stay inside
I wanna stay inside for good
I wanna stay inside
Don't want to stay inside for good
song performed by by Incubus
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Finality
It must burn inside, burn inside to see light
And leave then the lesser light for divine right.
I claim a saint was good and finally brought to
Attention of small people and big people,
Bigger was the day they came to live refreshed
By doubt.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Here It Is A Saturday
in my country
today is a saturday
sunfilled, not just warm but hot
and all my pores open
today she caused the cutting of some trees
around the house
today she wants the sun to wrap everything
that is covered with coldness
and indifference
today she wants everything exposed
and be tested by heat
the lies to die
the truth to live
today she is fed up with coverings
tall trees concealing some moss
stones unturned
some bedbugs
hiding some worms curling up on some
comforts of humus
today she wants to be free
like a bird to fly to the other side of the island
where everything is sand
and bald and candid and dying
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Have Decided
I have decided,
Im gonna live like a believer,
Turn my back on the deceiver,
Im gonna live what I believe.
I have decided,
Being good is just a fable,
I just cant cause Im not able.
Im gonna leave it to the lord.
Theres a wealth of things that I profess,
I said that I believed,
But deep inside I never changed;
I guess Id been deceived.
cause a voice inside kept telling me,
That Id change by and by,
But the spirit made it clear to me,
That kind of lifes a lie.
I have decided,
Im gonna live like a believer,
Turn my back on the deciver,
Im gonna live what I believe.
I have decided,
Being good is just a fable,
I just cant cause Im not able.
Im gonna leave it to the lord.
So forget the game of being good,
And your self-righteous pain.
cause the only good inside your heart
Is the good that jesus brings.
And when the world begins to see you change,
Dont expect them to applaud.
Just keep your eyes on him and tell yourself,
Ive become the work of god.
I have decided,
Im gonna live like a believer,
Turn my back on the deceiver,
Im gonna live what I believe.
I have decided,
Being good is just a fable,
I just cant cause Im not able.
Im gonna leave it to the lord.
I have decided,
Im gonna live like a believer,
Turn my back on the deceiver,
Im gonna live what I believe.
I have decided,
Being good is just a fable,
I just cant cause Im not able.
Im gonna leave it to the lord.
I have decided,
Im gonna live like a believer,
Turn my back on the deceiver,
Im gonna live what I believe.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Identity Theft
why are you try'n so hard
why can't you be satisfied
why do you believe
what their tell'n you
burying your self
to live in someone else
committing suicide
so another can live inside
You think you know them
So does every one else
they live- what you'll never live
they are- what you'll never be
never gave you a chance
but that's the way it is
god shortchanged you
and blessed another
who would think that…
another's beauty
would make you feel so ugly
another's good fortune
would impoverish you
another's peace
would make you so angry
what's true for another
makes you a lie
my id raped
come inside
you be I
let me die
why
can't I
just be I
cause
there
is
no
I
there
is
no
I
poem by George Vuyakovich
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On the Outside People are Pretty
On the outside people are pretty,
But on the inside they are ugly,
On the outside people talk deeply,
But on the inside they are shallow,
On the outside people are tall,
But on the inside they are small,
On the outside people are charming,
But on the inside they are withdrawn,
On the outside people are sweet,
But on the inside they are sour,
On the outside people are loving,
But on the inside they are judging,
On the outside people are open,
But on the inside they are divided,
On the outside people are happy,
But on the inside they are empty.
The inner and outer worlds must be balanced,
In order to achieve authenticity,
The inner and outer worlds must be synchronised,
In order to achieve equanimity.
For the truth creates simplicity,
And simplicity removes the tension,
For the truth creates clarity,
And clarity removes the complication.
Speaking truth, hearing truth, living truth,
Balances the inner and outer realities,
Making it possible to live an extraordinary life,
Free from tension, complication and duality.
poem by Jasdeep Hari Bhajan Singh Khalsa
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Who Would I Convince?
What are you doing?
'I've awakened this morning,
Deciding I would get serious.'
Serious?
Serious about what?
'My creative abilities.
And expand upon my capabilities.'
I thought you were applying that?
Haven't you been serious?
'Naw,
I was just testing a few ideas.
A few concepts.
Now...
I am ready to begin to unleash my talents.'
So what is that you are doing?
'I've begun to scratch the surface!
How else should I start.
How else should I begin?
I am removing the dust from it now.'
What about the people?
'What people?
What about them?
The people who believe,
They've 'already' been exposed to your 'gifts'...
Those...
Talents?
Or whatever they are called.
'My gifts?
Exposed?
I haven't unwrapped them yet!
Who has been spreading these rumors?
Folks aint got nothing else to do but lie?
OH?
Oh...
They believe my rehearsals,
Have been the real deal!
Hopefully I will be forgiven,
When I reveal the actual product!
And I've got several to launch.
I forgot!
People will accept 'anything' remotely expressing 'talent',
As the real deal.
Wow.
I have to remind myself about that.
Don't you say a word to anyone about this.
You hear me? '
Even if I did...
Who would I convince?
There are some people who actually believe,
They've been exposed to your greatest work.
'LOL...
Ssshhh,
I know.
LOL...
I know!
Stop it,
My stomach hurts.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is Beauty
is it the outside
that shows how beautiful we are
that if we look good there
then in life and love we will go far
just because they look good
that really does not mean
that they are the most beautiful person
deep down inside within
you can still be the most beautiful person
ever to be known
even if on the outside
it is not shown
these are the people who
sparkle and shine so bright
inside these people are
such a beautiful sight
so what is beauty
is it the outside or within
well i dont know about you
but the inside should always win
The Oldest Game Played
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Initiating disturbances,
And claiming to be victimized...
Is decreasing in its effectiveness.
People finally are opening their eyes.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
They begin with pretense to befriend someone.
Like the smile of a demon,
To ensure its welcome.
And then to make claims...
Of something despicable the innocent one has done,
To then defame and assassinate good character...
With a perception that success,
Is soon to be won!
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Those 'Woe is me I don't know what happened' facades...
Are being stripped away for what they are.
Those who deceive and lie,
With pity party invitations...
Have devastated friendships and relationships,
Behind masqueraded false faces.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
'Why would they lie like that?
Deceive and create conflict? '
~What is it that you have they might perceive,
As a value to them? ~
'Well...
Nothing I haven't with them shared.'
~They did not want it shared!
They wanted it theirs.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Apercu
The mist of time is still concealing
The vision that I seek
Those who died have all borne witness
If only they would speak
Yet I saw it all inside me, for a moment
Were you with me?
Have we done it all before, is there really so much more?
Now and then we've all been given
A glimpse of bygone days
I'd give all to see it clearly
Not shrouded in the haze
Yet I saw it all inside me, for a moment
Were you with me?
Have we done it all before, is there really so much more?
Each man has a memory
Much more than the eye can see
Yet still others linger deep inside you
Haunting thoughts of pain and joy divide you
Look beyond your eyes
At the dark and moody skies
For they're standing in your way
And I feel the light of day
Now the earth gives forth its secrets
Held in mountain sea and plain
They have never been forgotten
Only locked inside my brain
While I slept I had a vision, I remember
You were with me
We have done it all before, in our minds behind the door
song performed by by Kansas
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Just before the rain
I'm happiest when the weather
is gloomy and threatening rain.
Its tendency, this low pressure,
forces most people to remain
inside comfortable houses.
Outside becomes much quieter
assuming a shushed quietus
that wouldn't normally occur
if the day were a sunny one;
so I pray that this low holds fast
concealing the intrusive sun
behind the looming overcast
while I revel in its stillness
and its lugubrious bleakness.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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You Are Deserving Of The Best
Turn around and look at me.
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
I did not appear here expecting forgiveness.
I came to you wanting to,
Show my respect.
I take full responsibility,
For the neglect I had shown...
When then I left.
Please,
Turn around and look at me.
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
I want to reveal to you,
My immaturity has gone.
I came back to town to let you know...
No matter what has happened,
Between us...
I want you to hear me say,
It was me...
Not you,
Who had been the one wrong!
I've been wanting to tell you that,
For so very long.
Turn around and look at me.
Please?
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
If I have to deliver it on my knees,
I will.
Only happiness in your life,
I wish for you to seek and fulfill.
I've come to you to express my respect.
And to let you know,
You are deserving of the best...
Of what life has to offer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Am I Alone?
Why am I feeling alone?
Invisable and feeling like I don't belong,
I'm hurting inside,
But I musn't show,
Everything inside of me is screaming,
'It's ok to not be ok.'
It's not, you live in hurt and destruction,
I want it all to end,
All this pain and sorrow,
I want it to go away,
I live in fearof myself,
Wondering who will be my next victim,
My anger is hard to control,
Little outbursts all the time,
Then I'm ready to explode!
Don't wanna hurt nobody,
So I keeped myself locked up,
Hiding all my anger and hurt,
I cry alone, I cry silently, I cry inside of me,
If I cry around others, I make excuses up,
But people are starting to see,
All of the hurt inside of me.
poem by Charlie Bones
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Ordinary People
The waters and rivers flow
The winds blow
Grasses and trees grow
Time passes by slow
While we as ordinary people
Still consistently remain shallow
We as ordinary people dictate our faiths
One day, one day
It will be too late
To educate the illiterate
On matters that are delicate
Such as environmental pollution
Or systematic scientific evolution
Exposed with political corruption
Or all kinds of discrimination
Hindering those with dedication and ambition
How about closing the doors
On all this unjustly wars
Leaving them to be dealt accordingly with the law
Instead of luring life right into the hands of deaths claw
But we are ordinary people
With binary feelings
Always concealing
What is blatantly revealing
One day
You will find yourself really lost
Like an abandoned speckle of dust
Because of someone that you trust
You'll only be able to shake your head in utter disgust
One day
In your life you will finally taste
The things you left behind to waste
So hurry up right now and make haste
Before your breasts sag down to your waist
Or your thoughts crumble into a wasteful paste
One day
You will make a card payment
Either in full or in instalments
That you will totally resent
When you receive your bank statement
Wishing you had made a better investment
Realising you’ve been befooled at the moment
One day
Out you shall speak
Sick or not sick, weak or not weak
Suddenly showing strenght stronger than a brick
Wondering if life on you is playing its usual trick
As the clocks move on with each and every single tick
One day
Like all the living you will die
Mothers will moan and sigh
As the watch you dissolve as you lie
And some people for you will cry
While others silently say goodbye
For we are ordinary people
With binary feelings
Always concealing
What is blatantly revealing
So let’s all stand up in unity
Preserve the last of our dignity
Make changes glaring with productivity
Perhaps then earth can breathe in infinity
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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