I have not had time to reflect on my own truths in many years.
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Departing In A Well Of Tears
tears do not reflect the years
a great love broken by death
is a flood that tears landscape
inflicting mortal wounds years
cannot erase to restore lost love
tears do not reflect the years
an abusive love is better lost
heart chokes on dessert dust
soul can not swallow coarse
sand grating on afflicted soul
tears do not reflect the years
yet a well of tears shed rapid
leaves body dehydrated husk
lifeless an empty broken well
yet well of tears drowns lives
poem by Terence George Craddock
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There are no whole truths: all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays to the devil.
quote by Alfred North Whitehead
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There are no whole truths; all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays the devil.
quote by Alfred North Whitehead
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50 Years Ago!
Respect yourself and reflect on yourself for 50 years ago!
So, being backwards 50 years ago in time;
Then you can say about those days in time,
But today, you can also tell me the difference!!
Because, who feels it knows it all;
And, i am ready to tell you my story.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Beautiful Lies
Beautiful lies
Take us on the wings of might
Towards the skies infinite
And then dropp us on the heaps of truths-
Brutal truths buried.
Beautiful lies
Get painted on a marvelleous canvas of light
Against the background in twillight
And then shed the shadows of truths-
Barren truths ferried.
Beautiful lies
Send the beams of delight
In the dark chambers made of granite
And then surmount me with truths-
Nightmarish truths married.
Still in the thick coats of beautiful lies
I veil my frame when the Sun is on
And in the cradle of their rhymes
I find my sleep when the Fun is gone.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Truth Are Lies.. Lies Are Truth..
speak your truth from your quivering lips
but also your lies comes through them..
your half lies are also your half truths
yet your half truths are also your half lies
what shall you talk about them if your thruth are your lies
and your lieas are your truths
then this world would be filled of noise
being lies and being the truth
until all of us will be lost
what to believe and follow
will it be the half lies
or the half truths?
which one is to choice
the truth is yours but also are the lies..
so let us all live with he truths and the lies
within our hearts within our minds
till we are lost in a maze of half lies and half truths
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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The Question Remains Unanswered
Strange things happen in our lives
through each passing year.
As we get older, we reflect
on the reasons why they came.
She came into my life
first in my childhood,
but for some reason
no friendship flared.
The years then rolled on
to forty and more
and into my life,
she once again appeared.
It is hard to define
what we were both
looking for
on the second time around.
However, what we found
was a deep, caring friendship
that reached higher than
any parameters we could have set.
We knew one day further on
we would have to part again
when heaven called
for one of us to go.
I reflect now for a reason
why destiny brought us together
not once but twice.
However, the question remains unanswered.
3 May 2012
poem by David Harris
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All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst, catchwords.
quote by T.S. Eliot
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On this day, Christians reflect on their faith and celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. This occasion inspires families and communities to come together, share what they have, and give back to those less fortunate. May we take this time to reflect on our many blessings, and remind our loved ones how much they mean to us.
quote by Justin Trudeau
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The Dash In The Years
dramatic spans
years and years of waiting
to get exactly what you want
in what you do
you reflect the need to wait for the return
of a particular quality of light,
time of day,
or time of year,
in order to proceed
selecting the mood
waiting for the right
time to unfold
about your struggles
with uncooperative weather
or other alterations in your chosen motifs,
in your effort to record faithfully
what you see and feel
all very impressive
such excessive literalness
your only aim,
devoid of interest
early surrealizing images
to recent staccato cityscape
and suave sculptures
and refined poetry
you were never literal
because at the end
you put the last line
exactly,
truth is never exact as they always
want to see and
write about it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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dramatic spans
years and years of waiting
to get exactly what you want
in what you do
you reflect the need to wait for the return
of a particular quality of light,
time of day,
or time of year,
in order to proceed
selecting the mood
waiting for the right
time to unfold
about your struggles
with uncooperative weather
or other alterations in your chosen motifs,
in your effort to record faithfully
what you see and feel
all very impressive
such excessive literalness
your only aim,
devoid of interest
early surrealistic images
to recent staccato cityscape
and suave sculptures
and refined poetry
you were never literal
because at the end
you put the last line
exactly,
truth is never exact as they always
want to see and
write about it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Half-Truths
Those half-truths told have one intention,
To entertain the ones known...
Who will feed on those half-truths,
To create a reality of their own.
Only to eventually oppose that which is real,
With a confronting of it as unbelievable.
And disbelief has been shown,
To be an unavoidable opponent.
'Do you promise to tell half-truths?
A hint of them?
Or none at all?
And be specific.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sad And Painful Truths.
most truths hurt.
they are not guests.
they stay permanently.
they have needles and threads and fingers.
they sew your lips.
there is blood in your hands.
you cannot complain.
no matter how you shake your brain
to forget
these sad and painful truths stay.
they are bats on the branches of your trees.
aphids on your leaves.
soon these truths kill you.
and then
they all set you free.
gratitude comes at last
before you even say it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seasoned As Truths
Truths and lies are flown in the sky.
Their flights are from the wind they take.
Truths might hit dunes and go buried.
Lies might reach towers and stay there.
What stays in scriptures and epics,
What stay in histories and legends
And what remain from hear-say
Can be the lies seasoned as truths
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One More Time
There must be something you can recommend.
Ive lost my faith in man again
So sick of trying to pretend.
Same pain over and over again
How much longer do you think well stand.
So little left here to live for
By the time my life is at its end.
[chorus]
I want it back one more time
Let me try one more time.
Live my life one more time
We never seem ready for this
It keeps on haunting me day after day. am i
Going about things the right way
Which truths to pass and with which truths to say
Its all so hard Im just so damn afraid
Had about as much as I can take.
So little left here to live for
By the time my life is at its end.
Ill want it back
[chorus]
I need the chance to live my life one more time
Give me the chance to live my life one more time
song performed by by Flaw
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Not All Truths Are Sweet
to sweet truths we toast
we clink the glasses
of clarity for they are
those that make us so alive
and those that make us fly
like blithe spirits
in the vast blue skies
but not all truths are sweet
those that are bitter
are also placed on our tables
and we too shall drink
them
but how?
shall i like you die
in an instant? without
bidding goodbye
to our loved ones?
no. I must take these
bitter truths
like i am a man
responsible
to a world of
compromises,
i too, i know, must
drink the bitter potion,
but slowly and gently
enough to
immunize me from
the venoms of stupor
& eventual death
gentle to myself
these bitter truths
cannot kill me
but must make
me stronger
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When a man sees something desirable, he must reflect on the fact that with time it could come to involve what is detestable. When he sees something that is beneficial, he should reflect that sooner or later it, too, could come to involve harm.
And How Did He Survive?
well, as he told me
before he succumbed to death
before he scattered his last breath
he said
he survived by entwining himself
with his own arms
his fingers wrapping
his body
and his mouth was kept shut
all those hard years
he kept his eyes
alive he made his skin
feel everything
he knew pretty well
every detail of his
surroundings
the wall clock ticking
reminded him
of wasted time
some dripped
without regret
he kept the walls
stronger
he learned to live
with the haze
and the clouds
he walked like
he was blind
and he loved
everyone
to survive was simple
enough
daily he unlearned
what life really
was all about
it is not much on
the thinking
it was more of
the doing
even insensibly
taking all nonsense
as though
they are his truths
and the truths
of the whole world
at the end there was
only disbelief
and then he believes
in life again
from there
the blank slate
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Against I
I-ya,
I against I,
Flesh of my flesh,
And mind of my mind,
Two of a kind but one won't survive,
My images reflect in the enemies eye,
And his images reflect in mine the same time,
I-ya, I-ya,
I against I,
Flesh of my flesh,
And mind of my mind,
Two of a kind but one won't survive,
Right here is where the end gon' start at,
Conflict, contact 'n' combat,
Fighters stand where the land is marked at,
Settle the dispute about who the livest,
3 word answer,
Whoever survive this,
Only one of us can ride forever,
So you and I cant ride together,
Can't live or cant die together,
All we can do is collide together,
So I skillfully apply the pressure,
Won't stop until I'm forever... One!
A door step where death never come,
Spread across time til my time never done,
And I'm never done,
Walk tall, why ever run?
When they move if I ever come?
Bad man never fret the war, tell'em come
General we have the stock, the mad fire burn
I-ya,
I against I,
Flesh of my flesh,
And mind of my mind,
Two of a kind but one won't survive,
My images reflect in the enemies eye,
And his images reflect in mine the same time,
I-ya, I-ya,
I against I,
Flesh of my flesh,
And mind of my mind,
Two of a kind but one won't survive,
Survive (x16)
Reign supreme in your U-N-I,
V-E-R-S-E with the sharpness,
Narrow row building no space for partners,
No space for drivers, no space for walkers,
No space regardless,
Your on my path then get off it,
Hardheaded and unresponsive,
Get they lives put on target with harshness,
Come wit
song performed by by Massive Attack
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Something New
things are meant not to last
there is always the right time for them to break
into pieces and no matter how we piece them together
they still shatter
like telling you that they are meant to go, to be broken, to be thrown away
a lap top has a time frame of its own
the virus come in waiting and then all of its essence is gone
you weep for things?
don't. They do not weep for you. You are sad when they break? Don't
They don't feel anything at all for you.
a car for twelve years is not your car anymore
the chassis simply take in rust and some wires get meshed up
with tantrums and like nerves they too go awry and die
malfunction so to say from the language of things and tools
now, we see each other. I am human. I am not a piece, a thing.
I am not a car. I am not a lap top with a time frame
for its breaking
a time for throwing and trading-in
a time simply for replacing
Look at me. I have tears. My skin bleeds when you hurt me.
My heart beats faster when you kiss me.
As we throw away what we do not need now
After all the years of keeping, we reflect.
I have this heart that beats for you. I have time outside the frame
of utility. We grow. We commit. We savor.We are present.
For twelve years now, You will always be someone new.
Let the sun shine. Let the heart beat for a new meaning. Love.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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