Art is like a venom
With understanding we could poison
Without caution we could die
With creativity comes imaginations
With imaginations comes truth
With truth comes pain
With pain comes death
Dear art, you're like a venom,
So painful yet so effective..
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Imaginations Real
Voices across all the nation,
Echo in my mind.
In the streets,
In the factories,
In the towns.
Living out what imagination made real.
Got to leave the old world behind,
Use a fantasy,
Imagination is real.
Chorus
Im so much in love,
I cant explain,
Imaginations real.
Build your dreams,
And make them strong,
Lmaginations real.
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real.
No solution,
Hatred,
Fear of whats to come.
Dont cry,
Cant you feel it inside,
Cant you see its the only way it can be.
For our past has left us alone,
With a cold reality,
Imagination made real.
Chorus
If you use a dream
To change a mind,
Then imaginations real.
Think with your heart,
And you will see,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real.
song performed by by Kinks
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Rise To The Truth
rise to the truth
to whose truth indeed
a truth told or written
perhaps written by the sounds mother earth
first heard when there existed no other sound to resound
on brittle imaginations
for truth to exist
a lie was imagined then manifested
was truth ever so real
to clear the ever increasing potential lies
that surfaced into existence
rise to the truth
that came with pain
and planted a tree of joy
as it left behind a repelent for upcoming lies
fearless truth before it became fearfull
rise above its premeditated birth
rise to the truth that needed no witnesses.
poem by Irenio Irenaeus Bero
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With No Escapes From It To Exit
There is no other way to address truth,
But to be prepared to be stripped naked...
Bare,
With the exposing of every blemish.
Since truth is not seeking to be impressed.
Truth is on a mission to uncover honesty.
And many are still unbelieving,
The depth of which truth sees without explanation...
To deceive what is already revealed.
When truth is in one's presence and is fully awakened,
With no escapes from it to exit...
Foolish is the time taken to charade in masquerade,
To evade it with a wasting away of one's time.
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man Is Especially Special!
Man is something special,
Man has something special!
Man thinks special,
And finds something special,
His smile and laugh are special
And this made him more social.
Man's heart is special,
And always feels special!
Man feels pain and happiness,
Not only of him, but also of others
Man acts and does something special!
So he learnt to fly high, live simple,
Think high
and dive deep
Man is potential,
as he is learner,
Man is potential and can be good teacher!
Man is inventor,
Man is discoverer!
Man is developer,
And man is engineer!
Man is special, as he is a dreamer,
Man is special because,
He can correct himself!
Man became more a man
As he more and more became human,
Man is special, as he is social and cultural,
Man is an artist,
as he able to express
Man is special, as he can understand,
Man can Play, plays and games,
Man is special, as man can be sportive!
Man is special, as man can discuss
Man can be channel
For flow of knowledge.
Man is special, always curious to learn,
Man is special in imaginations!
Man is special, he looked far into space,
Man is special, he looks deep into his own!
Man is special, he sets a special eye in space,
Man is special, he can open his third eye to look into own,
Man is special, he can see flaws in himself,
Man is special, as he can see with a clear vission!
Man is special, and he thinks he is specially created by God,
And idea of God seems his own imaginations!
Man is so special, his imaginations and works become true,
He guessed his creator,
And with special care he became special creation on his own,
Because he is a special,
Specially created by the creator, with a special care,
Man is special and said 'Truth is a faithless land, yet all paths lead to the truth here, where Truth manifested efficiently, and blossomed with all beauty and fragrance, in Man's heart only!
The truth of all is same the consciousness, the awareness and its purpose made man Special among all creations!
Man is man
Man can be human
And man can realise he is divine
Man is so special, man can be God,
Man can be demon,
Man can be one with his ancestor, man can be the potentially divine!
So man is esspecially,
So special,
Man is extraordinarily special divine social and naturally the proud son of nature!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The Truth Is
The truth is im so lonely
i have no-one to turn to anymore
nothing left to look for
The truth is im so hurt
my heart breaks everyday
it hurts, theres so much pain
The truth is i loved him too much
so much it hurt me in the end
we should have stayed friends
The truth is someone else loved him too
was jelous i could have him to myself
so much that they hurt him by putting him on the shelf
The truth is im a terrible person
and this is all my fault
all this pain i earnt and bought
The truth is he'd be alive if it wernt for me
i should have never spoke to him in the first place
the stress only helped the disease quicken its pace
The truth is i deserve this punishement
death would be too much of a release
keep me alive with my pain and loss, without peace
The truth is no-one cares
not even you reading this
you read these pretty words, you know nothing of the boy i miss
The truth is i give up
peacefullness is never coming my way
living in tortured pain, this is how i'll have to stay
poem by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson
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It is often said that men are ruled by their imaginations; but it would be truer to say they are governed by the weakness of their imaginations.
quote by Walter Bagehot
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poem by David Keig
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Unadorned Truth
The splendor of nakedness
Truth is like a beaker of unarmed spring water
Truth refreshes
Truth vitalizes
Truth liberates
A half-full beaker of truth
Is like a flowing tributary of mistrust
Is like a fearful lake of drowned love
Is like a trickle of intravenous venom
A beaker of fortified untruth
Is like ravenous cancer
Is like truth incarcerated
Is like fangs without the venom
Unadorned truth is the splendor of nakedness
poem by Toney Brooks
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Pain - The Inside Story
Have you seen pain?
No you cannot see.
No you cannot feel.
Only the one who is suffering!
He can see pain.
All you can see is the tears from his eyes.
All you listen, his shivering scream and cries.
You just becomes witness and pray to God.
Still nothing happens and you become sad.
Pain comes to your near or dear.
Brings us more closer to your dear.
Pain comes to any neighbor or stranger.
You close your eyes and then who care.
Transform your pain into creativity.
Transform your pain into spirituality.
Then pain becomes your emotions.
This will cure all your tensions.
Let it flow from heart, instead of body.
Let it flow from soul as your creativity.
- Like words flowing as poetry.
- Like colors flowing as painting.
Then whole world seems changing.
You can see the change in geometry.
The last secret of pain is yet to tell.
Pain is heaven and also pain is hell.
Pain is north pole, pain is south pole.
In our life pain plays an important role.
Pain are two opposite shores of happiness.
One is the beginning other is the end.
One is the Sunset other is the sunrise.
One brings light other brings darkness.
Pain is reaction of our actions.
Pain is results of our 'Karmas.'
What wrong we do, pain is the byproduct.
What right we do still pain is the byproduct.
In first case pain is stored.
In final case pain is released.
Eat chilly for first time, see the pain of belly.
When chilly is released again see the pain of belly.
See the pain when you get cramp.
See the pain when you release the cramp.
This is my inside story about the pain.
I hope my words will not go in vain.
poem by Ramesh Kavdia
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
Speak of Pain
No pain to give, so pain gives me
Words of truth, of sincerity
As thy speak thy word flow
Into mine soul, into where I don't know?
What pain is, what pain be
Is my truth, my sincerity
As thy speak, mine heart ooze
All mine pain in mine memory
So speak the truth, wert my pain reign
In thy soul, wert truth never lain…
and pain be a word or two
which bonds me in sympathy with you.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Be a Man
i leave my pain on leaves,
torn edges
tears
that turn to diamond
in the cold
i leave my pain on window glass
tinged red
kalidascope
i leave my pain on whispers breath
the wind sweeps dust to form
a tooth
to bite thru truth and justice to
rip
thru understanding
i leave my pain in puddles
murky grey and wet
the ripples can't reflect the fear
obscured the light denied
i leave my pain in alleyways
rubbish filth and spoil
rapt
tightly coiled poised to strike
a snake rests in my skull
all venom and no reason
a fired bullet forward
searching
hunting for
a target
a tiger growls in my guts
ready to tear out flesh and smile
poem by Jamie Dewyer
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As a child I was taught that to tell the truth was often painful. As an adult I have learned that not to tell the truth is more painful, and that the fear of telling the truth — whatever the truth may be — that fear is the most painful sensation of a moral life.
quote by June Jordan
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My Imaginations
There is the time to dream and the time to wake up,
But you can't beat my imaginations always on this love.
Love is like the free market economy filled with dreams,
But try to wake up to look for your lover always;
And, it is like the contractual obligations to enhance your growth.
There is the time to dream and the time to wake up,
So rush to the truth of life and face the facts;
For my love will make you come back for more.
Love is like that at times and,
To be static means to become atrophied;
For you've got the attitude and i've got the love.
Change your life when the muse of love is with you,
For you have to know the truth from me always.
Don't let technicalities blot your vision on this love,
For ignorance is a great impediment to democracy!
Get knowledge and be very wise than,
Those who feel less reluctant to pay their debts;
And keep your teeth to yourself to learn more,
For you cannot fool all of us at the same time.
My love is like the bee and the honeycomb,
From fantabulous to fantasy;
So is your fabulous decision in times like this.
Of a higher visibility approach is what you need,
For you can't beat my imaginations at times;
And my mind will always flow like the pen in your hand.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What is Truth
What is truth,
In a world always changing?
What is truth,
When pain seems overwhelming?
Those whispered words catch me...
I am truth,
Always constant never changing.
I am truth,
steadfast when pain consumes thee.
I am the rock to which you can cleave.
I am the Truth, I am Jesus Christ.
Each whisper,
Catches me, pulls me back, anchors me.
Each whisper,
Reminds me promises can go unbroken.
What is truth,
When my world is dim and lonely?
Christ is my truth,
My rock in when I need him; my shelter forever.
poem by Dee Shaffer
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The Dark Truth
Truth is I don't believe.
Truth is All truth is volatile
As far as heaven is concerned
pain on earth may be to heavy to on to st peters golden rope.
Truth is blood is not thicker than water.
Blood quenches human greed
Water washes it out your throat
Truth is dissonance is cognitive, why do you search?
Truth is you are not who you think you are.
Truth is you may just be a thought of the darkness that harness your light.
Truth is (justicia) wears a transparent blindfold
Truth is her blade pierces only the soft hearted
But how do I know this truth, the only truth and nothing but the dark truth?
I once believed.
poem by Bernardo Adantor
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I Want to Be True
I don't want to be clever or witty or wise
I just want to be true.
Truth?
Truth was us when, inside me, you looked into my eyes and found my love,
Truth was us when we laughed and played,
Truth was us when you cared too much for me to make love to me,
Truth was us, when knowing me, you were brave in your words and helped me be true.
Truth?
Truth was your tenderness, your joy, your heart.
Truth was my surrender, my giving, my happiness.
Truth was your love, was my love, was the love we created between us.
The truth was our honesty and ease.
Truth?
Truth is the emptiness I feel at my loss of you,
Truth is my naïve hope, all present, that you will come to me,
Truth is the pain at night while I grieve for you,
Truth is my smile and my love playing the memories.
Truth is this moment, the now, the present.
The truth is I had something more than wonderful, and I can't have it anymore.
The truth is I so wish I was with you.
Truth?
So many truths?
I will be true in the moment. x
poem by Susan Cook
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Truth or Dare
The truth is I loved you, I dare you to remember
The truth is you hurt me, I dare you to share my pain
The truth is I wanted you back, I dare you to say the same
The truth is you never said sorry, l dare you to try
The truth is I protected you, I dare you to not run away
The truth is you squandered trust cheaply, I dare you to lay the first new stone
The truth is I did insane things, I dare you to stop the insanity
The truth is you lied for nothing that was real, I dare you to face the truth
poem by Alexander Downie
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An act
My happiness is this.
It's all an act.
Take this for the facts.
Behind my smile
lies a world of misery.
A life time of pain and dispair.
Take this for the truth I'm sad.
I am lonely and frightened.
In my life time of pain.
Behind my fake smile
The truth is well hidden.
In my eyes you can see the pain.
The pain of the past.
The pain of tommorrow.
And all the coming years
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Loving Pain
Can you love when your heart is so cold
Love on your lips and lies in your eyes unfold
You’ve convoluted the truth of what is real
How can you love when you don’t want to heal
Your pain is your lover now cant you see
Your pain you have discovered keeps you free
If you share your pain with me vulnerable you will be
To vulnerable to concede that love is something you need
Let me touch you let me kiss you gently in that spot
Where they cut and poisoned the wound still burning hot
It’s not a matter of trust or you would run to my arms
It’s a matter of keeping close the pain that causes you harm
You caress your pain it belongs only to you
You exchange the shame for strength and truth
The unknown your fear the pain is near and dear
Every tear it becomes clear year after countless tears
I don’t care if you lie to me I can read between the lines
I don’t care if you care or not I care I wont deny
And when you let me in to tend and mend your pain
Gently caressing, kissing your pain because I too live in vain
poem by Jay Curster
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