Such Is This World
It's not what you say, but how it is said
That determines what stays in the head.
Appearance of conviction as you speak
Shows you and your ideas aren't weak.
Understanding 1% less than you do,
Makes you expert for some points-of-view.
Facts are merely what they appear to be
Since reality only a few can or want to see.
Truth is defined by those who prevail
So all other information is irrelevant detail.
Such is this world not for better but worse.
Demand change to put decline in reverse.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Heart determines
Fate determines who comes into our lives.
The heart determines who stays...
Rate determines what comes best
The fact determines what the worth
Mate determines the life you lead
The quest determines the depth of love
Bate determines the fish you catch
The sea determines how much you did watch
Road determines the longer the travel
The destination determines the fair well
God determines what you are destined
The fate determines what you deserve
Friends determines the strength you have
The emotion determines the depths of love
Fate determines who comes into our lives
The heart determines who stays on forever………..
poem by Umasree Raghunath
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Crosseyed & Painless
Lost my shape-trying to act casual!
Cant stop-i might end up in the hospital
Im changing my shape-i feel like an accident
Theyre back!-to explain their experience
Isnt it weird/looks too obscure to me
Wasting away/and that was their policy
Im ready to leave-i push the fact in front of me
Facts lost-facts are never what they seem to be
Nothing there!-no information left of any kind
Lifting my head-looking for danger signs
There was a line/there was a formula
Sharp as a knife/facts cut a hole in us
There was a line/there was a forula
Sharp as a knife/facts cut a hole in us
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
The feeling returns/whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/looking around inside
The island of doubt-its like the taste of medicine
Working by hindsight-got the message from the oxygen
Making a list-find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right-facts are useless in emergencies
The feeling returns/whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/looking around inside.
Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts dont do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Facts dont stain the furniture
Facts go out and slam the door
Facts are written all over your face
Facts continue to change their shape
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
song performed by by Talking Heads
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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
>
> [email protected]
>
>
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Wisdom
Wisdom is the building blocks of Truth.
And it is the best charity.
Knowing and understanding are different awareness.
Understanding is superior to knowing;
One who understands knows as well
But one who knows doesn’t necessarily understand!
To understand is to know something in detail.
It involves input of information and their processing in brain
In other words it involves thinking.
Whereas knowing
Is the result of some input of information in the brain.
Knowing is an outcome of observation or feeling
But understanding is an outcome of thought.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Incomplete Jigsaw
You wake up in the morning
With a dream still in your head,
And you’re nowhere near to sorting it all out.
As the daylight comes at dawning
Up you get and leave your bed,
All’s confusion, giving you so much misdoubt.
Trying to sift through what is left
Within your dazed sub-conscious mind,
Things aren’t fitting, it’s an incomplete jigsaw.
Makes you feel somewhat bereft
When nothing concrete seems defined,
And quick flashes are too difficult to explore.
Yet a feeling stays around you,
Of some other, different sphere,
One where all your inhibitions had taken flight.
But when reality breaks through,
And you’re back with your veneer,
Then the dream is just a phantom of the night.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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There's No Solution
maybe nothing else will ever be so clear
or maybe thats only my fear
and just for one day i wish i could disappear
and take me far from here
maybe i find nothing new
maybe i'd end up just like you
theres no solution (no solution)
give me truth to my conviction
is my own confusion
reality or fiction
am i out of my mind?
the constant pressure that keeps hanging over me
it makes me feel so empty
its more than anything that i could ever be
what else could you take from me
its getting harder to relate
dont want to make the same mistake
theres no solution (no solution)
give me truth to my conviction
is my own confusion
reality or fiction
am i out of my mind?
it took me so long to find out
its right there in front of me
too close to see
what I thought was true
i see right through
whats killing you
theres no solution (i cant see)
give me truth to my conviction
is my own confusion (that i feel)
reality or fiction
am i out of my mind?
so maybe nothing else will be so clear
or maybe that's only my fear (am i out of my mind)
and just for one day i wish i could disappear
and take me far from here (am i out of my mind)
song performed by by Sum 41
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Facts Can Be What Whoever Says They Are
If from inception,
There had been no truth.
And from this a reality was based.
Any claims of fraudulence,
Can be denied.
Since prior to inception...
Truth was not a consideration.
And reality was what it was wished to be!
As far as interpretation of facts goes.
And facts can be what whoever says they are.
But when?
And in who's time...
Do they begin to be used for accountability purposes.
If truths are to be held self evident...
When is the constitutionality of consciousness applied?
If applied and how is that determined?
Note:
The word 'self evident' introduced into the English language
as an adjative in 1671.
Definition: 'evident' without proof or reasoning.
Evident: Clear to one's vision or understanding.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Words on Conceptual Poetry
no points in making a bridge of connected reality.what is art? A for articiality/authenticity.R for reality/repitation.T for time/truth.this is what art is about.
art of reality and art of proff/witness is atr of conceptual poetics.
proof makes meaning, not meaning making system.
reality makes conceptual poetry, not concept.
Adolescent Cries & Condolence
I was feeling so weak
Finding no way to speak
In the jungle of human wishes
I was left bereaved
I was being made commodity
Or a man just to be fun
Like a concubine without zest of life
How ill i was to be ill-defined
In the mercy of circumstances in dog-eats dog world
Where the passion is eat drink and be served
I was alarmed at painting that world
No way to gossip about or absorbed
Come hither come thither in the valley of thud
No roar of gallantry but a piece of mud
Like a peanut-butter i was governed
In the middle of no where where i reached
That was but, a point of no return
Having no depth to enroll in the valley of dread
Here-in is time to speak well and well enough
To speak reality whatever you dreamed
poem by Hafiz Qasim
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The Truth Cannot Change
Truth has a way of exposing
Hidden falsehoods and the Lie
Once said, it sets on cutting
And anger can be seen in the eye
Wrong, when revealed, reacts
As always it will try to reason
But we can never change facts
To state them is not judging one.
God cannot change for man
His Character is eternal
The clay cannot make demands
Since he is only mortal.
Sin has been so defined
And the One Who made all creation
Will one day draw the line
And judge between Truth and Deception.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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I Don't Want to Hear Another Word
I don’t want to hear another word!
Don’t even express to me another thought.
I don’t need something else to believe.
I am filled to the brim with philosophies.
I prefer to remain ignorant.
I am finally seeing that I can choose to say no,
To more information about the Infinite.
You have defined Him for me since I was a child.
And I let you.
I thought I had to.
But you cannot possibly know what He is to me.
No lines can be drawn.
He is not in any vocabulary.
Passion is something you feel.
It is something you are.
It is not in Webster’s dictionary,
Somewhere between “operate” and “star”.
God is my passion.
He is passion for me.
I am passion for Him.
He is the ocean rising up like a wave around me.
Suddenly I am lifted up off of my feet,
As His passion breaks over my head.
I am drowning in the experience of passion.
You cannot tell me how this is supposed to feel.
As this wave assaults my senses and,
Water pours into all my orifices.
You have the nerve to try and tell me what the rules are?
What the truth is?
How reality really is?
You there, standing on the shore,
Are going to tell me how I am to drown?
If you were in this ocean with me,
You and I would be one.
Not because we believe the same things,
Or are even aware of each other.
When orgasm reaches its crescendo,
We are so utterly alone,
Yet more one with
God than we have ever known.
We would be one in that we both,
Peaked with God and felt His heartbeat close to ours.
Passion is not a belief, a conviction, a truth.
Passion is an experience of Divine Love,
That changes you from the inside out.
You cannot tell someone about it.
You can only hope to survive it.
Or maybe not.
poem by Connie Crane
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My Song
Sometimes imaginary voices speak the truth
But I just can't speak
the way they do
I just can't speak
the words they do
If only the words inside my head
would come out right
I bet if they would they could change the world
I'm sure if they would they could change the world
As long as the words
I speak are wrong
I beg you to listen to my song
That's when my
voice becomes my own
This is my song
song performed by by Shoot High Aim Low from Shalplatte
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Do Exactly
Of wisdom, knowledge and understanding;
Of peace, love and care;
Of power, beauty and kindness;
We have the spirit of truth and the spirit of error!
So do not be a lair to your friends.
Dance exactly as he danced and,
Do not follow that which is evil;
Learn exactly as he learnt and,
be very strong like the palm tree;
For this world is getting worse all the time.
Greedy dogs!
They lie to the people;
So do write out exactly as he wrote,
For the truth is always the truth.
Of a great plan,
Of a great puzzle,
It is getting worse all the time with the world;
So try to test every spirit.
I have not send them, yet they run;
I have not spoken to them, yet they speak;
But try to eat from the tree of life to gain wisdom always.
Life is like the potter's clay and,
You have to do exactly as they did;
But do go for the truth always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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If I Could Change the World
If I could change the world
I would rid the world of poverty
If there was no poverty
There would be no demand for resources
If there was no demand for resources
There would be no need for war
If there was no war
We could live in a state of peace and understanding
If we could understand everyone else
I would not see any bullying or racism
If my ability to influence others grew
None would be without love
If there was an unceasing source of love
There would be no criminals
If there were no criminals
Everyone would be safe, no matter what
Oh! All the things I would do
If I could change the world
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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A Sad World
The world is ruled by law and in a way that's so very sad.
It's not a matter of what's right or wrong or good or bad.
Facts depend on points-of-view and truth holds little sway.
Money and power are the arbiters of morality today.
Each one who still believes that what's good will win out,
Should receive praise and respect, but there's little doubt
That each day that bygone world becomes less the rule,
As each day, so sadly, each of these appears more the fool.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The honest liar
1. I have to tell you that
In the last conversation we had
All I told you were lies
And with all honesty now
I am telling you
That I am a liar.
2. When you asked me
Whether I am dying
I told you I am not
But I have only
A month to live
That is the truth
But look
I am not responsible for you
I am the one
That is dying here.
It is not you.
3. When we speak
I do not demand that
You tell me the truth
We are talking
Because we are here
What you say to me
Is none of my business
To require that you tell
Me the truth
Is in fact, an overburden
Our agreement is
Simple enough
That we just talk
It is nothing more
But a contract of presence
a conversation.
4. In fact what you say
Is the bonus
And it does not matter
Truth or falsehood
We just talk
For a while
While I am here
I am going somewhere
I am leaving
You will be left
And you still have
All the time to contrive
The choice is yours
I have none anymore
5. so that is it
Keep on talking
As I pretend I am listening
I keep on talking too
But my mind
Forgive me
Is somewhere else
You may not understand
It at first
But you will soon
Understand
This world is not simply meant
For one, for one like me.
Or for us.
6. at this stage
Truth and falsehood
Are irrelevant,
Out there
Is beyond truth and falsehood
It is our place.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Truth and Lies
Is the truth beyond our lies,
Say what you want,
Watch what you say,
For our hidden lies, we must pay.
In the darkness of the night,
In the brightness of the day,
Truth and lies have gone astray.
Does your truth contain a lie?
Black as coal, the midnight sky.
Truth will shine,
It is the light,
To tell the truth,
With a soul so bright.
Is truth defined just in the mind?
In the Prince of Darkenss lies defined.
Love of the truth will scorn the Devil,
Our truth must stay at our highest level.
Of these shortcomings,
Are we aware?
That we speak of lies so unaware!
Every lie turns the truth aside,
Our secret truths, we sometimes hide.
poem by Philip Lore
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I curse my critics.
I know I have weak spots.
I am annoyed with the people
As they find irrelevant spots
To pinpoint my weakness.
I know I have plus point.
I am disgusted with the people
As they find inconsistent points,
To project my plus points.
I am not known for what mostly I am.
29.05.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Life As a Tweeter on Twitter: 9-20-11 Entries
'If your history is full of tv commercials, then you are in trouble.'
'I had put his book down, it was talking me to death.'
'Meaning is inversely proportional to the number of words used to express meaning.'
'In music, you are not making a statement, you are showing who you be, if not you are just jamming.'
'You can't speak to another person's soul if you are talking.'
'I try to make all the characters in my books better than I am or much worse.'
'Stay calm, stay centered, summon your peace and you'll prevail against anything.'
'If someone calls you a name demand details. 'Cow? ' What kind? Jersey, Holstein. You don't know, what do you know? Quells bigots every time.
'Never stop a speaker while they are in the middle of being wrong. Let them ramble.'
'The problem with reality is that it reads too much like fiction.'
'Note to writers & musicians: people often aren't interested in your art, as much as they are interested in you, so show'em who you be.'
'Never end a chapter without leaving 'em wanting more. Try to do it with sentences too.'
'The adventure is not in knowing; the adventure is in not knowing.'
'The secret to great writing is to put one or more of the five senses in every sentence, otherwise you're doing journalism.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Muscle
It can be pumped!
Lumped into position!
Flexed and seen.
Nourished in public scenes.
It can be stretched to convince.
But none of this makes sense...
If it is there to just make fences,
To abuse the ones who view
Muscle from a distance
Knowing it can deflate
And decline when time finds it,
A 'has been' defined...
As much too over-rated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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