(The) Bigger Lie
Which liars deny,
They did or did not tell...
The bigger lie.
Or acknowledge any used,
To coverup any known!
Only shows that lies,
Are being told!
And on a daily basis,
They have been sold!
The entire system created,
Has been built on them.
Where has the honesty ever thrived...
When even the churches,
Are dens of sins!
Integrity seems to be known by those ostracized.
Those who speak with a truthfulness,
Who are character assassinated...
And dragged through the mud,
Despised.
A society that is witnessed falling apart...
Tries hard to masquerade its decadence.
By criminalizing petty offenses...
Of those who privately smoke their dope,
And munch on candy bars!
Which liars deny,
They did or did not tell...
The bigger lie.
Or acknowledge any used,
To coverup any known!
Only shows that lies,
Are being told!
And on a daily basis,
They have been sold!
As a quality of life once respected and lived...
Means absolutely nothing,
To those who witness the BS!
And identify the BS for what that BS really is!
But not distant enough to keep away the smell of it.
Or stop from thinking of it...
As a bunch of ssshhhenanigans dropped and done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decision Time
He sat in a chair
and rocked all night.
Could not sleep.
He was so uptight.
He thought about lies
being told by liars.
He thought about burnin'
in hell's fires.
He knew how the lies
would take him down.
The liars would win
and wear the crown.
When the night ended
and the sun came through
he saw it shining
and knew what he would do.
He'd change his life
and never look back.
For all the liars
are on the wrong track.
You can't stay on the road
that leads to hell
or you'll end up like the liars
and stay where they dwell.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Though it is tough
Though it is tough Few tell lies, honesty is found Majority are liars It is much more honorable to be honest Honesty is the best legacy The narrow path leads through narrow path of honesty and so trouble gets far away from our domain We see and acknowledge it is true
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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Telling Lies
You tell your lies unto your daughters
You told those lies unto their fathers
You tell them lies, in such a disguise
So later in years them you could deny.
You tell your lies unto your friends
You told those lies to all your men
You make up an excuse, just to confuse
So no one knows what you put them through.
You tell your lies unto your teacher
You told your lies unto your preacher
You then shed a tear, so with pity they'd hear
And also when no one else is ever near.
You tell your lies to any caller
You told your lies unto your lawyer
You say any word, though may be absurd
Even though from someone else you heard.
You tell your lies in your prayer
You told those lies to the choir
But you still will be blamed, for all the pain
As sadly you and your lying will remain.
You will tell your lies each and everyday
You will tell those lies when you get old and gray
Sadly you will tell them till, your heart beats still
But then hearing those lies no one else ever will.
You will tell your lies when you meet GOD
You will tell those lies with a pitiful nod
You will beg him again, that you did no sin
But GOD will know where you have been.
You will tell your lies when you meet the Devil
You will tell those lies as as you are at the same level
But at you he will grin, as he knows all your sin
As with you all those times he too has been.
Your daughters will sin and tell their lies
As to anyone that will listen they will also cry
As you taught them not the truth, but only how to use
So also their destiny from lies they did choose.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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To Annoy In Incognito
Why would anyone,
Go out of their way to get attention?
Then charade in masquerade,
To annoy in incognito?
What satisfaction could this coverup get?
This is similar to one who brags,
About the act of taking daily showers.
But keeps it secret...
Is actually the one afraid to get wet!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Honesty Has a Difficult Time Being Respected
Liars always seem to have their supporters.
Praising them for past deeds and activities.
Although they proclaim themselves,
To have morals and integrity.
With high standards obtained and reached.
But there is something about a liar,
That can teach those who may be disappointed.
A liar in today's society...
Has been lifted to realms of praise.
It is those who tell the truth and pursue decency,
That are despised and criticized for being arrogant.
And honesty has a difficult time being respected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traumatized By Too Much Reality
The one thing that can be said...
About those who are traumatized,
By too much reality faced on a daily basis!
Is this...
They will always find others to help protect them,
And their delusions.
While depicting those who speak truth comfortably,
As vicious and mean.
And insensitive to the ones,
Who disrespect honesty...
With embellished acceptable lies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He's Makin' You The Fool
No matter when you call
No matter what you say
Wink and I'll be there
No matter when you fall
Or what the time of day
I'm gonna be there
All those lies
Make you cry
You'll never know
How much it shows
It's all been left for you
You'll never know
How much it shows
He's makin' you the fool
You've gotta look into my eyes
Remember all the years
To know that I'll be there
Whatever time of day
No matter what the way
I'm gonna be there
All those lies
Made you cry
You'll never know
How much it shows
It's all been left for you
You'll never know
How much it shows
He's makin' you the fool
Oh, leavin' all our heartaches behind
Take the time to rest up your mind
Well you know
In the daily affairs of the moments
of my life I need you now
Leavin' opportunity home
Keepin' all our sorrows alone
Well you know
If the daily affairs of the moments
of my life I need you!
Look into my eyes
No matter what you say
I'm gonna be there
All those lies
Made you cry
You'll never know
How much it shows
It's all been left for you
You'll never know
How much it shows
He's makin' you the fool
song performed by by Zebra
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Just a Bunch of Lazy Leechers
If we are not celebrating contributions made,
On a daily basis.
And thanking those who have done them...
To benefit our understanding and way of life.
Instead of waiting for dates,
To motivate claims that we are aware of their aims...
And deeds!
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
And the hint of it...
Is the accepted decadence.
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Spending more time aggravating those who participate,
With lives lived to enhance what we've taken for granted.
Instead of doing dances of torment...
Like children who are disciplined,
And denied the playing with their toys that has to end!
Like them...
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Ungrateful for our freedoms.
And spoiled with the beliefs...
We are here only to feed our selfish needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hungry For Justice?
Justice system as told
Is made for the people
That will be a guiding light
To have fairness to everyone.
To the poor and the wealthy
The laws are the basis
To identify the violations
In the civilized society.
But is there sense of fairness
For those who are accused
By opening the leveling field
Regardless of economic status?
When the rich man is accused
Justice is intentionally delayed
Until the time will come
Case will be dismissed and forgotten.
I wish this is only a dream
And there’s no enough basis
That in our society
There’s double face of justice!
That upon waking up the truth
There are still many patriots
Who are fearless to reveal
The true spirit of Justice.
poem by Bonifacio Alba
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Labored Dreams
Too long in a deep sleep,
I had to have been.
My ideals now swept away...
In view of the sadness,
Etched on once judgemental faces.
Did they not tease,
And refuse to acknowledge my aspirations?
Believing themselves to keep and dispense,
My every wish...
If they so chose to deliver without suspense.
And they loved to see my anger show.
Those of quickened steps paced,
Kept busy in a haste.
Now slowed by unemployment.
And a loss of dignity.
Did they not do that to me?
Crude and rude and thoughtlessly.
Too long in a deep sleep,
I had to have been.
To witness this stripping done.
And a quality of life lived,
Suddenly gone from some.
With more to come to know this...
Shifting of an economic sting.
Thought by many,
Never to their doorstep to bring.
Not with such a shutting down...
Of their labored dreams.
And the apathy shown...
To those too familiar with their struggles,
Dismissed.
Seem today more now than ever...
To be understood as it is lived.
With few feeling an empathy sincerely given.
Or a willingness to share,
Their dependence on subsidized grief...
That forces them to pinch,
On a daily basis.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No More Lies
Why is it so hard to believe
That were living in a world of dreams
We dont deny what our love means now
So I know, truth is just an illusion
Therell be no more lies
If we dont deny
What our love means now
Therell be no more lies
No more, no-no-no more
No more, no-no-no more
No more, no-no-no more
No more, no-no-no more
No more, no-no-no more, no more
No more, no-no-no more
Therell be no more lies
If we dont deny
What our love means now
Therell be no more lies
Therell be no more lies
If we dont deny
What our love means now
Therell be no more lies
song performed by by Alice Deejay
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What Do Liars Then Do?
Liars know who they are.
And what they have done,
To pursue temporary satisfactions.
With a demoralizing of whom they choose.
As if what they've done will stick like glue.
Those who have been scrutinized,
By the telling of false lies...
To have been victimized with tears cried.
Are aware of them too!
Yet to retaliate is something they refuse.
But those who have been undermined,
Do what liars instigating have chosen not to do.
And that is to wait patiently,
To let time intervene...
With a demeaning liars with an applying of truth.
What do liars then do?
Plead to be released from mental guilty beatings.
And even if forgiven,
Liars once exposed for who they are...
Can never find places to keep themselves hidden.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Who's Benefit Is It
Lies lived,
Throughout decades and generations...
Of them being heard or told to listen.
Does not make them come true.
If fact,
Truth is traumatic and does not come to empathize,
A hiding.
Truth when it is accepted opens eyes wide.
To comprehend and not defend,
The creation of myths devalued.
Once lies lived have been uncovered for what that is...
Holding grudges and bitterness may be done.
But to who's benefit is it,
To insist lies told still exist when none of them,
Bought, sold or can be held like jello...
Can be connected to anything solid.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Fools Like Us
There are mothers...
Who have left their ducks unplucked.
And that's done everyday.
There are poppas...
Who have not stop clockin' who they rock,
Just to say they gave.
And there are fools made...
On a daily basis but who's gonna stop it?
When society allows this play.
For fools like us that have to pay!
There are mothers...
Who have left their ducks unplucked.
And that's done everyday.
There are poppas...
Who have not stop clockin' who they rock,
Just to say they gave.
And there are fools made...
On a daily basis but who's gonna stop it?
When society allows this play.
For fools like us that have to pay!
Hey.
Fools like us that have to pay!
Hey.
Fools like us that have to pay!
And there are fools made...
On a daily basis but who's gonna stop it?
For fools like us that have to pay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sold
The ground and foundations.
Temptations solicted from staid traditions.
Beliefs...
And those who held them.
Sold for profit.
And nothing had stopped it!
Values and standards.
Smokescreening hoodwinkers...
And bribes from crooks,
Who stole like bandits.
Liars who used deceit to hide.
Sold...
Like pieces of meat!
Diced and spliced...
In divisions before eaten.
Beholding their boldness.
And unfolding a way of life cheapened.
But...
Never would they conceive,
All of their degradations...
And treasures,
Spoken and told...
Would be sold!
To the first who offered a bid!
For a desperate situation...
Seeking a quick way to sell a mess,
To rid!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Denial About Jealousy
do not deny it
you're silent
do not deny it
you're jealous
do not speak
anything about it
i am not yours
and i will not be
around when you
shall be furious
do not deny it
your silence shows
do not speak any word
it glows
do not write about it
it serves no purpose
please let it go
set yourself free
from the frost in your mind
from that dew
that is meant to go
the sun has come
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In His Eyes! And Ours
Times then were lived,
Within our means.
We valued being clean.
Respected as expected.
This is what everyone did without neglect.
And embraced hygiene!
This was a fact of life known and seen!
Sold on concepts of a desire to learn.
Wanting to comprehend lessons taught...
That broadened our lives with a competitiveness.
With a fear of limits ignorance welcomed.
And we then wished no part of this.
We sought to grow.
And this assisted with an identity dignity presented.
Times then were lived within our means.
To deceive...
Was then thought to be despicable.
To cheat and lie about it,
Did not excite or sit well...
With those who suffered through the consequences,
Of their ways that dismayed.
Today...
People talk the 'walk' but do not walk the talk.
People say they have good intentions.
But leave no evidence of it seen.
Today...
People talk about their standards and values.
As if this is held in an exclusiveness.
And a membership is required for this to be addressed.
Today...
People are obsessed with their possessions.
Their good credit scores and loans they can obtain.
Because they have maintained status given,
Although they keep blemishes hidden...
That may reveal their tainted names.
And they cheat.
Lie.
And deceive!
With lifestyles lived well above their means.
And yet,
When suspected...
Nothing about them is respected.
Nor do the judgements they pass on others...
Keep tax collectors from locking them out,
From foreclosed homes they bragged about.
OR...
Do they 'today' have the means to feed, protect
Or shelter themselves,
In peace.
Times we lived then,
Were lived within our means.
And we were taught to be grateful.
To feel we were blessed.
And we should express this to God.
On a daily basis kept routined!
Like promises we made to ensure we had good hygiene.
And then God...
And only God,
Will make sure our lives lived were lived right!
In His eyes!
And ours.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lieing Is An Art
It's not that lieing is accepted.
It is the style by which liars choose,
To tell their lies.
First...
Lies told must be convincing.
That means the delivery of them,
Must be polished.
Second...
Presentation.
Ov er-dramatizing?
No.
But eye contact and conviction,
Are most important to heighten delusions.
Third...
And this is extremely important.
Lieing is an art.
Those considering this field of endeavor,
Must practice diligently and with enthusiasm.
There is nothing more disappointing,
Than knowing someone who lies...
But is not entertaining.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXIII: Denial
Deny it with smile, deny it with silence
Deny it with elegance, deny it with distraction
Deny it with anger, deny it with challenge
Deny it with promise, deny it with comfort
Deny it with tear, deny it with emotion
Deny it with effort, deny it with cruelty
Deny it with forget, deny it with indifferent
Deny it with joke, deny it with lie
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Girlfriend and 100 Percent Fun were my two peeks, around '92 and '96. The reality is that the times I had the most media success, sold lots of records and played bigger shows, I had the least control of my own life.
quote by Matthew Sweet
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