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(Confused Poem) Daily Deception

In To This Life And The Next.
I Must Confess
The Distance Between Now And Then Could Be Greater Then I Can Stand. Tell Me Are You A Friend.
Your Eyes Say One Thing.
You Say Another.
Whom Am I To Believe.
Daily Deception.
It's Okay Cause She Does It.
That's What I Hear Over And Over Again.
Question Their Motives,
Question Their Actions,
Question Everything In The Search For The One And Only Truth.
It Hides Right Beneath The Skin.
Hide Your Emotions And Try To Defend.
Its A The Winter That Never Ends.
How Can I Believe Anything You Say.
Its The Question On The Top Of My Mined Every Day.
Does That Make This Okay?
Never Knowing Which Way
The Winding Road Will Turn.
To The Left Then To The Right.
Look Into Their Eyes Under The Firelight.
That Will Tell You Everything You Will Need To Know.
I Must Know.
I Must Turn My Back On You.
I Trusted You,
I Let You In. And You Stole Everything I Believed In.
A Loss Of Faith.
A Loss Of The Greatest Sensation Of Touch And Taste.
How Sweet Was That Embrace.
But Now Its To This Life And The Next.
Walk Backwards For Awhile.
Trust No One Except With A Fictitious Smile.
All Because Of A Single Lie.
Hope It Made You Die A Little Inside.
For It Did Me.
My Life Will Be Complete
And I Will Have The Time Of My Life Getting There.
But Don't Despair,
It Wont Be With You,
Oh No It Wont Be With You.
Its For Me,
Its For You,
I Say Its For Me,
Oh Its For You
In To This Life And The Next.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Drifting In An Out(Revised&Edited Line Form)

I drift in an out.
I scream.
I shout, whats this really about?
My whole life in question.

I feel I should make an confession, even if theirs objections.
I'm not afraid of rejections.
Not like I haven't heard all excuses in the world.
Does this make it so cold?
I feel my age coming in.
But still I stand before you.
Larger then life.
An honest man.
Not a lier.
Not a nobody.
Not a somebody.
Accept me for me, or turn away.
Because night turns into day.
Tears run red.
Hurtful things are said.
Then you lye awake in your bed.

I'm drifting in an out.
I scream.
I shout, what the hell is this really about?
My whole life in question, in question.

Condemn me for who I am.
Brand and label me.
It wont change a thing, other then make me an angry man.
Who feels hes got cut over and over again with a dull razor blade.
In time I'm sure this will fade.

Until then I'm drifting in an out.
I scream.
I shout, what the hell is this really about?
My whole life in question.
So many questions.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Question Meaning

The meaning of the question
Is to always question meaning,
The meaning of life,
And the life of meaning.

The life unquestioned
Means very little,
Just as a life left meaningless,
Without question, has very little life.

Therefore, we all should daily question
The meaning of life,
By doing so, life's Meaning
Will unquestionably, each day, find us.

Remember: we are free to question meaning;
May we become free enough to
Let it freely question us.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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All I Need To Know

So I walk another mile down this crooked road
Clouds rolling in lord its getting cold
Feeling fine, feel lost, feeling blue tonight
But my only friend is mr. moonlight
Then I see you girl lost in your book of poems
Youre in another world,
I should leave you alone
My heart races on I try and hold it back
But like a runaway train Im about to jump the tracks
Now you say you need a friend
I swear to you if thats what you need
Thats what Ill be
But I hope this never ends
I feel theres something more the way
You look at me
And thats all I need to know
I wont question why dont need a reason
We can take our time we can take it real slow
When I see it in your eyes
Thats all I need to know
Now were talking bout angels that have lost their wings
This melancholy world and the nature of things
But them theres only silence when your eyes meet mine
Sends a shiver to my soul runs deeper than time
Reciting from your black book you were like some wounded bird
I tried to catch your heart as it fell between your words
You tore out one page and let it blow away
Then you disappeared into your world
Its a place I just cant stay
You say you need a friend
I swear to you if thats what you need
Thats what Ill be
But I hope this never ends
I feel theres something more the way
You look at me
And thats all I need to know
I wont question why dont need a reason
We can take our time we can take it real slow
When I see it in your eyes
Thats all I need to know
All I need to know
I wont question why dont need a reason
We can take our time we can take it real slow
But its right here in my heart
Thats all I need to know
Thats all I need to know
I wont question why dont need a reason
We can take our time we can take it real slow
When I see it in your eyes
Thats all I need to know
All I need to know
I wont question why dont need a reason
We can take our time we can take it real slow
But its right here in my heart
Thats all I need to know
Thats all I need to know
Thats all I need to know
Thats all I need to know
All I need to know

song performed by by Foreigner
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There is no such thing as an unreasonable question, or a silly question, or a frivolous question, or a waste-of-time question. It's your life, and you've got to get these answers.

quote by Marcia Wallace
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In the spirit of Rumi - 23

I asked My Beloved

How may I know the secret
of being a perfect Sufi,
insan al-kamil,
a perfect Friend of God?

My Beloved said

You will never in your life be sure;
and that is just how it should be;
that way, you will be safe in Me;

instead, seek always where My secret might be found:
as you walk, look closely at all of nature;
every flower, every tree, every lake, every cloud,
every bird, every animal;
look closely at them, to see
if they hold My secret;

as you walk down the street,
look into the eyes of each human being
to see if they know My secret in their heart;

listen to every sound and every word
in case My secret hides within them;

or in the scent of roses, or in the taste of food;

go to sleep with this question on your lips,
wake with this question in your mind;

and though you will never find the answer,
one day the question shall cease to be a question
and become the song which you have always known.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Oh So Simple Question

I have a question
I have a simple thought
I am the border obsession
I am the clever, the taught

You have my aggression
You have a complication
You are an angry expression
You are the unheard conversation

We have a serious problem
Something simple yet trying
You understand, you look solemn
You know exactly what question I’m implying

Now concentrate, ask it now
Your eyes beg not to be told
Tell it now, but tell it how?
How to tell this question I hold

Wait! Look at your eyes
Now desperate to know
The question I hide
The question I knew not long ago

NO! I no longer remember
The simple question I wanted to ask
That cold day, in that snowy December
Oh how I hate this shy mask

Maybe I will once again
Think of a simple question
Whilst I walk down memory lane
Maybe, one day, you will hear my confession

poem by Rebecca Pepper
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A new question has arisen in modern man's mind, the question, namely, whether life is worth living... No sensible answer can be given to the question... because the question does not make any sense.

quote by Erich Fromm
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Admit the truth

Tell me the truth once in your life.
Answer me, to my straight question.
At what time that day did you bring
Your wife from her bosses flat?

Tell me the truth once in your life.
Answer me to my straight question.
At what home did you get your maid
Aborted and at what cost to save your pride?

Tell me the truth once in your life.
Answer me to my straight question.
How many son-in-laws did you change
Before you set her in a wealthy lord?

Tell me the truth once in your life
Before you die a death of beach,
Having built your fort on illicit bricks.
Admit the truth at least only once.
20.03.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Silence

[verse]
Take
Take till there's nothing
Nothing to turn to
Nothing when you get through
Won't you break
Scattered pieces of all I've been
Bowing to all I've been
Running to
Where are you?
Where are you?

[verse]
Did you leave me unbreakable?
You leave me frozen?
I've never felt so cold
I thought you were silent
And I thought you left me
For the wreckage and the waste
On an empty beach of faith
Was it true?

[chorus]
Cuz I...I got a question
I got a question
Where are you?

[verse]
Scream
Deeper I wanna scream
I want you to hear me
I want you to find me
Cuz I...I want to believe
But all I pray is wrong
And all I claim is gone

[chorus]
And I...I got a question
I got a question
Where are you?
Yeah....yeah
And where...I...I got a question
I got a question
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?

song performed by by Jars Of Clay from The Eleventh Hour
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Mementoes From Passing Lives

Little time capsules lie hidden,
beneath the turmoil of passing life.
Tiny mementoes laid down,
by strangers that passed this way.
Pieces of life from years gone by.
An empty cigarette packet,
someone enjoyed the contents,
But when?
The question remains unanswered.
Nuts, bolts, washers and screws.
These mementoes suggest something,
and another question.
Standing here I look around me,
remembering my time here,
and wondering what mementoes,
my life has left for strangers,
in the future years.
Again another question,
But not one I care to answer.

28 Feb.1986

poem by David Harris
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Must Be No!

No is no! that is what the answer must be
Before I destroy my soul and ruin my destiny
If I think an action might corrupt my virtue or my soul
Then the answer to that question, must always be no.
Never ever will I answer with a maybe or even a yes
When I know that someday that sin I must confess
Though I might not know alot but one thing I do know
When it conflicts my pride and honor, the answer is no.
My reputation and my values is what makes myself me
It is how that I am known from what others do see
So could I lie or cheat to cause others pain or woe
The answer to that question, will always be no.

No is no! and the question must end their
As I wont say yes to cause any sorrow or despair
I will not steal or rob from a friend or even a foe
And the answer to that question, is once again no.
Though I might meet with temptation or evil or corruption
It might enter my brain which will cause a disruption
But then one day I know my past it will unfold
And I will feel proud in those times, that I did say no.
A poor man has nothing a rich man has his wealth
But that will not send a soul to either heaven or hell
So will I lie or use to deceive either the young or the old
Once again to that answer, it will always be no.

poem by Randy McClave
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Worry About Me

World, Oh World wont you worry about me
As I think my time has became my destiny
I wished to be shown kindness and sympathy
World, oh World wont you think about me.
I live for the day and not for the morrow
As I search for the happiness and not the sorrow
I live to earn and not to beg, steal or borrow
And my pride as my soul I will never swallow.
I walk the roads and I walk them alone
To me sadness and woe are on the same road
And there sadly to all I am known
World, oh World cant you hear me moan.
I have done the best that I really could
More than others I think or more than I should
No more than I wished for or more than I would
World, or world are you my ruin.
I look for nothing in exchange or return
My soul and my thoughts they both begin to churn
Someday again I know that I will burn
The tighter the screw which will be harder to turn.
Sorrowfully from many things I have been deprived
But never do I wish back and question with why
And from the truth from no-one will I hide
As someday like all, in the Worlds belly I will die.
I think not of yesterday as that's an empty thought
With the happiness I searched for and the dreams I sought
The memories were here but now them I forgot
I lived once for pain when I had lived in distraught.
Now I live my life by a philosophers degree
I believe only in the truth and that no man is better than me
My soul is my temple and my salvation is free
So World, oh World wont you worry about me.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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World

World, Oh World wont you worry about me
As I think my time has became my destiny
I wished to be shown kindness and sympathy
World, oh World wont you think about me.
I live for the day and not for the morrow
As I search for the happiness and not the sorrow
I live to earn and not to beg, steal or borrow
And my pride as my soul I will never swallow.
I walk the roads and I walk them alone
To me sadness and woe are on the same road
And there sadly to all I am known
World, oh World cant you hear me moan.
I have done the best that I really could
More than others I think or more than I should
No more than I wished for or more than I would
World, or world are you my ruin.
I look for nothing in exchange or return
My soul and my thoughts they both begin to churn
Someday again I know that I will burn
The tighter the screw which will be harder to turn.
Sorrowfully from many things I have been deprived
But never do I wish back and question with why
And from the truth from no-one will I hide
As someday like all, in the Worlds belly I will die.
I think not of yesterday as thats an empty thought
With the happiness I searched for and the dreams I sought
The memories were here but now them I forgot
I lived once for pain when I had lived in distraught.
Now I live my life by a philosophers degree
I believe only in the truth and that no man is better than me
My soul is my temple and my salvation is free
So World, oh World wont you worry about me.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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The Suicide's Argument

Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no
No question was asked me--it could not be so !
If the life was the question, a thing sent to try
And to live on be YES; what can NO be ? to die.

NATURE'S ANSWER

Is't returned, as 'twas sent ? Is't no worse for the wear ?
Think first, what you ARE ! Call to mind what you WERE !
I gave you innocence, I gave you hope,
Gave health, and genius, and an ample scope,
Return you me guilt, lethargy, despair ?
Make out the invent'ry ; inspect, compare !
Then die--if die you dare !

poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Suicide's Argument, The

Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no
No question was asked me--it could not be so !
If the life was the question, a thing sent to try
And to live on be YES; what can NO be ? to die.

NATURE'S ANSWER

poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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I Want To Hear It From You

I want to hear it from you
I want to hear it from someone who knows how it is
All the second-hand words seem to get in my way
I want to hear it from you
I want to hear it again
I want to know if the soft scented touch of your lips
Must be taken away like a mothers first kiss to the life that she gives
Ive got a right to get it straight from you
To give my life a different point of view
To find a way to keep from losing you
If you dont know what to say
To understand is my life and the question is why
You should cry in the night while your eyes look away
Every time that I speak and theres nothing to say
I want to hear it from you
I want to hear it from you
Let me know how you feel
Youve got to make up your mind
Tell me where I can run
When my roof tumbles in
I want to hear it from you
I want to hear it from you

song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Two Sides To Every Story

There are two sides to every story
Not just the side of them or theirs,
So never judge or hold a grudge
And when you listen, please listen with care.
Listen to one side and then always the other
Not just one side and then walk away
If you pick that route, sad you'll turn out
And never will you ever feel or be the same.
You will hate yourself as truth be told
If you listen to only one side of the story
You'll live in disgrace, when you see your face
And never will you fill satisfaction or joy.
As time will come, and of course time will tell
Someday the truth it will all come out
And when it you do hear, will you shed a tear
As you found out you took the wrong route.

There is two sides to every story
Not just the side that you want to hear
And not from their soul, that you do not know
And not from someone who will cry you a tear.
When you listen, please listen well
No matter if they be friend or foe
Look into their eyes, then you might realize
And then the truth might just be known.
To condemn someone is such a terrible act
Which you must live with the rest of your life
You will live in shame, for someone you falsely blamed
And always you will question yourself why.
A pretty face or a sad sad story
Guilt either begins or ends with that line
As a pretty face, it can mask lies or hate
Then the truth through deception is left behind.

There are two sides to every story
I must preach that statement once again
Listen to both sides, then the judgment you can decide
And happy you will be in the end
As you cannot judge a book by it's cover
No matter what you might hear or what might be said
As so many will lie, so that to get pity on their side
While untruth and deception they will had led.
A saddened face is just a saddened story
There is more to the truth to one persons story
Don't falsely judge, if so even GOD will hold a grudge
Then far away you will be from his glory.
When you listen to a story listen with your soul
Never be afraid to ask a question or even ask why
And always seek the truth, as you would seek out good fruit
And remember to every story there is always another side.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Who Am I?

How many times have we asked ourselves,
who am I?
The question haunts us
as we journey down life’s road.
Am I what I want to be,
or is my life just one long lie?
Do I try to be someone that I am not?
Do I do things that I clearly cannot?
We question ourselves constantly
in a quest to find out who we really are.
We can always tell what we are not,
but who we are
only others can really tell.

poem by David Harris
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Monkey Blood

I cut myself to share my monkey blood.
To show you what we're all made of.
I'm no different than you.
I'm no better than you.
Then you, then you..,

Still everyday you question it.
A gift god has given.
Someday hopefully I'm forgiven.
A blessing totally taken for granted.
But at the time I had no idea how special I really was.