You don't have to sort of enhance reality. There is nothing stranger than truth.
quote by Annie Leibovitz
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Which Is Which
> To beware of the truth.
> Is truth...it, self?
> So, what is truth?
>
> Is truth, true love?
> Or...just a reality?
> To be a man...is that truth?
>
> A man...is reality.
> A woman...is reality.
> To be woman...is that truth?
>
> To have more then one partner
> Is a reality of the world.
>
> Which this world agrees.
> Truth is; in my point of view
> Is what one claims to be truth.
>
> But, the truth is whatever you
> Are doing as I speak.
> A woman is good for the soul.
>
> That truth is very bold.
> A man lives for his manhood
> So I am told.
>
> Is it truth or reality?
> Respect is in the middle of the spectrum.
> Male vs. Female
>
>
> That is truth.
> Man being woman
> A reality.
>
> Woman being man...
> She tries.
> Respect cover both the unreal and the wise.
>
> Truth or reality...we never really
> Give it much thought.
> Maybe it was the way we are taught.
>
> Truth or reality...
> Which is Which?
>
>
> whisperkwane
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> [email protected]
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Enhance and intensify one's vision of that synthesis of truth and beauty which is the highest and deepest reality.
Quatrain #242 - The truth, the whole truth and.........
The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth is what the law demands
but then the law is based upon the truth by which is issued its own commands.
The truth is based upon Reality where there can't be any idea of falsehood,
Reality is in fact the Absolute or Supreme Being that is really all Godhood.
poem by George Krokos
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Enhance Me
Enhance me,
With understanding.
Let 'that' which I know,
Lift me up above restricting shadows.
There to entrap my contentment!
So that I may remain attached to resentment.
And I must not stop,
My growth to contemplate doubt!
I want 'that' out of my mind.
I have come to single it out...
Too much of 'that' has been experienced!
With those indifferent,
And still tossing about!
In anguish.
I wish to dismiss this and let it drift away!
Today.
Enhance me...
To allow acts of comprehension,
Give no immediate attention...
To the intentions I make clear,
And desire to be understood!
Enhance my steps with a calmness of breath.
Enhance me...
Like I can be!
And should.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outrageous Claims
Genius's are not known but discovered.
Sometimes we are but too late.
A world full of mistakes.
A world full of heart ache.
But still the story must be made of gold.
Enhance both the young and old.
Truth tends to be stranger then fiction.
Society is accustom to a set realities.
How do you think they would take it?
Are you crazy?
Then can't know, they mustn't know.
Who would believe such an outrageous claim anyways?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Her Truth
Your truth claims to be a reality
While her truth is the reality
Your truth is just another fallacy
While her truth states actuality
Your truth tries to call her an insurgent
Just another agent
Trying to spread hatred
When her truth really speaks for those you have murdered
For those you denied existence
After they fought for their freedom
Went to the streets to express their position
And you accused them of being destroyers
Ended their lives like they worth nothing
Your truth tried to oppress them
Suppress their voices
While her truth spoke for them
Went to the squares screaming for their liberty
Fighting for their authority
Your truth is only believed by those who shared your earnings
Those who sold their souls for the Benjamins
Used religion, race and lies to serve your purpose
While her truth refused to take it all
Her truth was so pure it refused to sell the martyrs blood
Your truth has become so little
So her truth rose above it and took over the scene
Your truth was caught out
Your truth was discovered
More and more are finding her truth
Seeing the Real Truth
And yours, of course, just wished it would have listened…
poem by Jacob Arden
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~My Book~
It's a one of a kind tale...
An unbelievable, kind of adventure saga...
My life-story, kind of fiction, novel -
A non-fiction, sort of auto-biography!
Wrapped up, in a Flowery Hard-Cover...
A Book of Prose, sort of adventure -
It's the raw and naked truth narrative, in verse...
About a woman, on a mission-kind, of Hidden Journal -
A day-to-day, action, sort of diary -
Defined as: ' Hot to Sizzling'
Located in an Eastern State of Our Nation -
In a city, quaintly named: Quantico -
It's: 'In a high demand' catagory -
It's 'My Life'
'The Reality
Then and Now'
poem by Theodora Onken
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I wasn't at all sure I could make that sort of leap into that sort of comic book reality.
quote by Terence Stamp
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So William Is Not Dying
i have long told
you, a poem is
detached from
the poet
the stranger
talking to you
might have
been
talking about
another
stranger too
be detached
like
a mirror
and yet
so immersed
in the
image of your
own face
the realities
we write
are lies
behind
the realities
of others
william
has just told
you
the reality
of death
and he pretended
it was him
in that coffin
surrounded by
friends, parents
and children
and lovers
could be just
all in his mind
but the truth
has been told
and you
received them
fairly verily
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stranger to the Truth
These are 'my' memories!
Whether you want to believe them,
Or reject them as real...
Or dissect them to interpret,
As 'you' please.
You still don't walk in my shoes.
Nor is my life experience yours!
But I do admire someone like you...
Who is determined to have others know
What you believe is my reality!
That kind of imagination...
Has to keep you a stranger to the truth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stranger On A Quiet Street
When all the thrills have been forgotten
The chill of night can call them home
And all the dreams that you left stranded
Will slowly start to come along
I felt it as she slipped away, slipped away
I didnt have the words to say
When I saw the stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
You can go straight as an arrow
You can go straight as you dare
Walkin the old straight and narrow
Dont always get you there
The sun was shining when I saw it all
She was moving to a different beat
When I met a stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
It came to me out of the blue, out of the blue
There came the moment that I really knew
When I met a stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street, on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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The reason that truth is stranger than fiction is that fiction has to have a rational thread running through it in order to be believable, whereas reality may be totally irrational.
quote by Sydney J. Harris
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This Introduction of Truth
They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!
A valued lifestyle for them has ended.
A blocking of delusions,
From them has been suspended.
The 'rumors' of truth has affected their minds.
They wish to pursue a tranquil existence.
And leave the 'presentation'
Of this 'interpretation' of such a rawness...
Behind.
It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
This introduction of truth...
They did not select or choose!
They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!
And afraid they are...
Of what comes next,
To knock on their doors.
So they peek to see...
Even in 'safe' neighborhoods,
They've lost their ability...
To secure a safety with stability.
It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
And they wish for some relief...
That would enhance their fading beliefs.
But none comes and they become stunned!
And left to defend...
In a civil unrest for them that begins!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anything To Please The 'Little Guy
The agenda to enhance incompetence grows.
So angry are those spoiled,
They seem to be in overdrive to expose...
The least qualified among them,
To represent their needs.
So foolish are their decisions made.
Anything but reality...
Is what they aim to feed and please.
Today a mockery of intelligence,
Sits opposed by those inexperienced.
And money to support these tumbleweeds...
Is increasingly coming from the ones elite!
The agenda to enhance incompetence grows.
So angry are those spoiled,
They seem to be in overdrive to expose...
The least qualified among them,
To represent their needs.
And so foolish are their decisions made.
Anything but reality...
Is what they aim to feed and please.
'Would you slice my 'Rye'
Before the caviar is placed.
And would you be sure the use of fine china...
Is presented as plated,
With white wine to taste.'
~Sorry to disappoint.
In 'this' shelter...
You get one cot, a blanket,
And a bowl of soup.~
'May I inquire if any of it,
Is 'organic'? '
~You betcha.
Anything to please the 'little guy'!
We are only here,
To inflict and represent 'your' needs.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enhanced Awareness
I confess...
I am guilty!
I do exercise,
To enhance my stamina.
I watch my diet,
To enhance health.
I meditate,
To enhance my peace of mind.
And I do the best I can...
To ignore the ignorance
Coming from people like you,
Who seem to enjoy
Seeing my fingers ball into a fist,
Resisting it from splitting your lip!
So yes,
I confess!
I am guilty as charged,
For using enhanced awareness...
To keep me from behind jail cell bars.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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poem by David Keig
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Triumph of Truth
Lies addict its users
like drugs;
life becomes
habituated to be soaked
with lies
often working
as a mask to guard the truth.
Truth is the reality
but when not pleasant,
in a way not desirable -
it doesn't come to the surface.
Some believable rationale
is put in place to substantiate
the reason.
And that is lie - that is fib;
a fabrication yielded
to suppress the truth.
Lies whatsoever contemplated
to cover up the truth,
but not so dense enough
to curtain the reality behind,
as sun's radiance emerges
diluting the darkness of
the dense cloud,
the truth surfaces
piercing the clouds of falsehood.
Truth wins over the lies
in the eternal battle of life.
poem by Gautam Sen
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But now in this day and age, people are more prone to go out to try new things to enhance their performance on the field - to enhance their physical appearance.
quote by Bo Jackson
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Whose Truth Is Reality?
Whose truth is reality?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?
With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.
It is odd how those say they do know God exist.
With bragging rights about their religious affiliations.
But ask one of them,
When was it they stepped out of their way...
Based solely on their faith?
Do you get a look in return that offends?
Or...
Do you get a sermon to hear,
With scriptures quoted...
To make their beliefs understood.
And for some reason...
Their carrying a Bible should make that clear?
And that question you had asked,
Goes unanswered.
As an excuse is made,
To leave from your presence...
As fast as they came.
And under their breath you are called a name.
People are not up to that task.
Disguising 'your' reality...
They prefer to hide,
Behind 'their' masks!
Whose truth is reality?
Really?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?
With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not One to Contemplate Exactness
I am not one to contemplate exactness.
Or become absorbed in facts.
Especially those that are plagiarized...
To distort the origins that contradict,
From an updated freshness...
With a quick paste and clip,
To enhance what is not historic.
Like myths and legions created,
To add more flavor to the actual reality.
Instead of sweepers of streets...
Some folks are lead to believe,
They have royalty in their ancestry!
And when someone tells me they know this to be true...
I think of the Quakers and Puritans!
And others who sailed the ocean blue...
To discover a land for me and you!
Please!
And what was that between Queen Isabella,
And Christopher Columbus in 1492?
When she took a 'special' interest in Native Americans!
She bent over backwards...
To have them treated fairly although enslaved them!
I am not one to contemplate exactness.
Or become absorbed in facts.
Especially those that are plagiarized...
To distort the origins that contradict,
From an updated freshness...
With a quick paste and clip,
To enhance what is not historic.
But,
One has to admit...
A lot of what 'was'
Has been romanticized to glorify,
The truth that did exist!
And who did the twisting to eventually benefit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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