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As Is Meant To Be Told

With a silenced mind,
Listen to them find...
Excuses to make for themselves.
And those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth.
Are liars.
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend.

There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
And there are many of them attempting to defend themselves,
With lies they tell on someone else.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars prepared to always put on a show...
To protect their insecurities and victimizing those that don't know.

The affects of this are all around.
If one's eyes and ears are kept open.
And one's mouth is kept shut.
While listening to things being instantly made up.

Watch them mentally self destruct.

'Who? '

Those who lie and want you to believe them true.
While they continue to make things up,
As often as they do.
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds.
When the pieces are put together to reveal those faking.

There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars.
With a watching them mentally self destruct,
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds...
While listening to them talk about themselves too much,
With a passing of judgement and telling of lies on others.

'But...
How do we know them to do these things? '

Those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth...
Are liars.
And...
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend with a defending of themselves against...
Someone who is not around,
More familiar with the telling of truth as is meant to be told.

'Who do you think are those least likely to tell the truth? '

It is in the observation.
Who has difficulty accepting who they are?
Who uses their ethnicity as a fashion statement,
And not a possessed identity?
And who is quick to assess others like themselves,
With comments made that have no dignity?
And those who lie are always the ones self righteous,
Quick to use God as if God is not aware of false tongues.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Embedded In Their Minds

People lie.
Especially to themselves.
Because the act of it,
Makes them feel good they can control...
A truth they can manipulate,
They believe will never be told.

People lie.
And caring less others are aware of it,
When embedded in their minds...
They have created something that does not exist.
And with a planting of misdeeds they watch their lies grow.
Everyone has been exposed to one or two chronic liars.

'Why do you have to be like that? '

Like what?

'Keeping it real.
And making me feel as if I am naked.'

That's what truth does.
It reveals everything.
Even exposing those who believe themselves to be hiding.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Developing Their Defensive Team

Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.

Few people would ask,
What it was they've done.
And why they were chosen to become,
'Willing' victims.

I use to take sides with people who cried.
Those who confide in me with their version,
Of reality.
But most folks are just not that honest,
When developing their defensive team.
Only to eventually find themselves quarantined.
Truth has a way to reveal,
What from others is intentionally meant to go unseen.
Or heard from one who attempts to another to demean.

Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.
Why?
Because they are bona fide liars.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Are So Creative

When some folks begin...
To make excuses.
It is a process for them,
That never ends.
They keep making excuses,
To use and abuse their family and friends.
In an addicting process...
Predictable!
Eventually identified as lies.
And applied over and over again.

Some are so creative,
As to make people believe...
Those who can see through this,
Are wrong not to comprehend...
An obvious illness,
Hidden within!
And why excuses for them exist.
Going on in their minds,
Without the slightest resistance...
Time after time.

And then comes the campaign...
To discredit and bad mouth others.
Either stating someone believes,
They have opinions that are not concrete.
When anyone who has ever made contact with them...
Notices too late,
They too have been wrapped up in a waste of time...
Helping the excuse maker to defend!
Only to find themselves in public disagreements.
And having the innocent eyes of a pathological liar...
Gaining sympathy from those,
Who had not been over time exposed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Liars and Lovers

By Ms. Kristen Palmitier

People who lie once should not be called liars
Because while everyone lies once in a while,
Real liars lie all of the time.
In addition, real liars make others feel that they are no good.

Are lovers and liars different, or are they the same?
Both are different and alike in many ways.

You can't really be sure if you love someone
If there is no trust in each other.

There is just no other way to say it:
'Without trust in each other's heart,
There will be no heart to trust.'

And one alone cannot trust;
Both must trust.

poem by Martin Rini
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Lying On Truth

How many people are alone in a lonley word?
How many hearts are broken?
How many lovers? How many are hurt?

How many head out to find someone in town?
How many find the dark sky as they lie on the ground?
Tell me how many smiles have been turned upside down?

How many pretend they are not looking?
How many need someone just for nothing?
How many find something without the loving?

How many hands dont hold?
How many beds have become cold?
How many happy endings are not told?

How many open their eyes to the truth they see?
How many lovers honestly just let it be?
How many liars are lying all alone just like me?

poem by Daniel McCann
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Poets Are Liars

Poets are liars. They cannot be tamed.
They live on borrowed dreams, and have the gift
Of casting out a graceful, witty line,
And catching your heart or mind in their snare;
Reeling you in, helpless, with a deft couplet.

Poets are liars. Never believe them.
Don’t even listen to them if you can help.
They have spells in their tongues, and fire in their eyes.
They will give you suns and stars wrapped in words,
And you will follow them, rapt like a child.

Poets are liars. It’s how they survive.
They give you their lies in exchange for your truths,
And fashion a life of their own from the scraps.
They must have an audience; without it,
They fade and pale, and soon cease to exist.

Poets are liars, even in the womb;
They kick at their mothers, curious, restless,
And dream of wonders to fill the world outside:
Soft, formless lies, growing with each cell,
Chronicled in wordless sagas nine months long.

Poets are liars; and of all liars,
They are the most dangerous. They will tell you
Of love that lasts forever, of lives that changed,
Of happy endings and greater meanings.
They make you wish, and hope, and dream, and feel.

poem by Amy Sutton
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This Festival of Liars Grows

Everywhere in the atmosphere,
The gossip flies as innuendos are told.
And the festival of liars every year gets more bold.
The children are disrespectful.
Their parents more defensive.
They would rather make prison and jail visits...
Than confront the fact,
Not only their kids lack discipline.

Excuse making storytellers,
With no pride that can be seen.
Quick to demean the qualities others express.
While trying to impress with their lack of consciousness.
There is a pitifulness accepted.
With excuses made to protect.
But this festival of liars grows.
And expected like a welcome mat...
When fresh arrivals experience it at everyone's doorstep.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth and Lies

Some poeple always tell the truth,
Some people never lie,
You lied you fibbed and told the truth,
You managed to make me cry.

It's not that very often,
When someone tells the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but,
I really can't believe you,
I've got to have some proof.

How could you go and do this,
You said you'd never hurt me,
Was that just another lie?
Because you've gone and made me cry.

I think you'll find that in this life,
You'll find two different sorts,
There ones that tell the truth
and ones that always lie.

The ones that tell the truth,
Will make you sing and dance,
The ones that tell the lies,
Will make you sad and cry.

poem by Claire Abbott
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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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My Not So Sorrys...

I'm sorry for calling you at towo in the morning,

I'm sorry for bothering you with my problems,
I'm sorry for telling you how much i hate people,
I'm sorry for hayeing yourgirlfreind,
I'm sorry for yelling at you,
I'm sorry for pulling your hair,
I'm sorry for laughing at you,
I'm sorry for never paying attention,
I''m sorry for skrewing you over,
I'm sorry for not ariving on time,
I'm sorry for making excuses not to talk to you,
I'm sorry for not answering your calls,
As things keep coming to mind...
Here are the five things im really sorry for,
I'm really sorry for stairing,
I'm really sorry for caring,
I'm really sorry for crying,
I'm really sorry for telling you i like you,
And I'm really sorry for making you read this,
But the truth is...I'll never be sorry
I call you at two in the morning becaus your the only one on my mind,
I bother you with my problems because your the only one who listens,
I tell you who I hate because yoy tell me to love,
I hate your girlfreind because she has what i want,
I yell at you because your not mine,
I pull your hair because you make me mad,
I laugh at you because you always say the wrong thing,
I never pay atention because I'm constantly distracted by your eyes,
I skrew you over because I'm afraid of being with you,
I'm never on time because I always have to be pushed,
I make up excuses because I'm afraid of what you'll say,
I dont answer your calls because i know I'll start to cry,
This things came to mind and when i said...
'Was really sorry'...
I really meant...
'Tell me you don't mind that i do this things because...'
I stair at you because your what i see in my dreams,
I care for you because thats all you let me do,
I cry because I'll never be with you,
I told you I liked you bec ause I couldn'n hide it anymore,
And i made you read this so you can fogive me and i can forget you...
Your in my sight...
Your in my evry thought...
Your in my soul, and
Your in my heart...
Now all i need you to be is gone
Because you weren't mine,
Your not mine,
And you'll never be mine,
'I'm just a fool that has finally fallen in love...'
And can finaly say...
'I LOVE YOU SO GOOD BYE...'

poem by Flor Felix
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Pathological Liars

Pathological liars
are 'Legends In Their Own Mind'
well I make them into evil characters
all the time.
I don't even have to come up with a plot
pathological liars give me all they got.
They all think they are so charming and smart
they usually state this right from the start.
They usually say you are nuts
when really deep down they have no guts.
They hide from the truth—
and blame it on you
making you believe their lies-
even when they are totally ridiculous
like 'I was in the shower-that's why
I didn't come to your side'.
They make you out the guilty one-
for now you ruined all their fun.
when it's like 'who really cares—
I make my Stories more with a flair
Like game Truth or Dare...
Truth, Dare, Promise or Repeat…
it was a fun childhood game
we could tell secrets and not be discreet.
But now all your stories
are recorded in rhyme-
making interesting poem
come to life.

Written by Christina Sunrise on June 27,2012

poem by Christina Sunrise
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All Is Truth

it is a lie
i am not myself
i am all of nature
the air, water, grass
every thing in everything
i am not myself
how can i be myself
when if the air goes away
i too have to go away
proving that i am but a lie
i am but a cog in the wheel
it is a lie
i am not myself
i am all of nature
the water, the grass, the clouds
how could i be myself
when if the water runs its last drop
i too would too have to make that last pause from the world
those teachers who get me to think i am just
body and bones are liars
i am more than that
how could i be myself only
when if the sun says goodbye
i too have to say goodbye to all
call me anything buy myself
the sun, the moon, the air, water
will vouch for that
you liars

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All Is Truth
O ME, man of slack faith so long!
Standing aloof-denying portions so long;
Only aware to-day of compact, all-diffused truth;
Discovering to-day there is no lie, or form of lie, and can be none,
but grows as inevitably upon itself as the truth does upon
itself,
Or as any law of the earth, or any natural production of the earth
does.
(This is curious, and may not be realized immediately-But it must be
realized;
I feel in myself that I represent falsehoods equally with the rest,
And that the universe does.)
Where has fail'd a perfect return, indifferent of lies or the truth?
Is it upon the ground, or in water or fire? or in the spirit of man?
or in the meat and blood?
Meditating among liars, and retreating sternly into myself, I see
that there are really no liars or lies after all,
And that nothing fails its perfect return-And that what are called
lies are perfect returns,
And that each thing exactly represents itself, and what has preceded
it,
And that the truth includes all, and is compact, just as much as
space is compact,
And that there is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth-but
that all is truth without exception;
And henceforth I will go celebrate anything I see or am,
And sing and laugh, and deny nothing.
Walt Whitman

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Anywhere

I'd give anything to give me to you
Can you forget the world that you thought you knew
If you want me,
Come and find me
Nothing's stopping you so please release me

I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you

Nothing left to make me feel anymore
There's only you and everyday I need more
If you want me
Come and find me
I'll do anything you say just tell me

I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you

I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you

Anything for you
I'll become your earth and sky
Forever never die
I'll be everything you need

I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you

poem by Zoe Ridgway
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Anything For You

I'd give anything to give me to you
Can you forget the world that you thought you knew
If you want me,
Come and find me
Nothing's stopping you so please release me
I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you
Have you left to make me feel anymore
There's only you and everyday I need more
If you want me
Come and find me
Ill do anything you say just tell me
I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you
I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you
Anything for you
All without your hurt inside
Will never never die
I'll be, everything you need
I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you

song performed by by Evanescence
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What Point Is This You Are Attempting To Make?

Yes...
I said what I said and I meant it.
Just as it sounded as if intended.

'Even though you offended,
With an insensitivity? '

What are you seeking?
An apology that excuses my comments.
To then deny,
I was not conscious?

Yes...
I said what I said and I meant it.
Just as it sounded as if intended.

'But, you are running for public office.
To represent 'all' of the people.'

And what point is this you are attempting to make?
That I should hide my biased opinions to get votes?

'Well...
Kind of.
Or at least pretend.'

That would be like cheating on a spouse.
Or playing cat and mouse.
I think those people who were offended,
Need to get over themselves.
And awaken to have reality revealed.
I said what I said and that's how I feel.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Increasingly Addicted

Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish,
But choices made embedded forever to accept.

And people living where hate crimes exist,
Have been fed with beliefs what is done is moralistic.
With a hoping that a praying of truths away...
Will someday validate their animalistic ways.

Many are embarrassed by realities.
Believing themselves immuned...
From truth obvious and seen.
Too many have been taught truth demeans.

And many are rooted in concepts held,
That if a telling of a lie is kept long enough...
Their denials will rise to heights.
And facts that exist will vanish from their eyes.

Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish...
But tools to use to abuse for amusement.

Labelling people evil who speak with truth,
To keep lives lived unchanged and deluded...
Only transfers those minds medicated on fantasies,
To become increasingly addicted...
Limited and mentally sick.
For all eventually wishing to awaken from this!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Power and The Use Of It

Few come to know truth.
The power and the use of it.
With a significance that overrides...
Liars and their alibis.
And what hides behind their eyes...
What is there to be seen and/or isn't.

And that's why many folks foolishly lie!
Those that do not know,
Truth exposes...
The youngest and the oldest.
There is no discrimination.
Or affordable subdivisions.

Few come to know truth,
For what it is.
So many don't know,
What telling the truth gives.
But those who do know what truth is,
Live it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accepting To Protect False Beliefs

The telling of lies told and sold,
To deny in a hiding of one's insecurities...
Does not prevent,
An increasing mental instability...
As witnessed by those,
Not only experiencing buyer's remorse...
But shows the ones who have lied,
Responsible for much that has gone...
Misunderstood most of their lives,
While fighting against denials.

And today...
There is no way of escaping,
With a possibility on either side of truth...
To correct relationships destroyed to redo,
By accepting to protect false beliefs as done.
Or can fix to mend anyone's heart broken,
Of those victimized who have forgiven.
Since they will never be able to erase in time,
From their minds...
The effects of what has happened to them.

Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.

Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.

Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known...
To keep those from being aware,
With a clearing of polluted air.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just An Old Truth Teller

Lester atlas, a crude, very rich corporate raider, traps norman in the caribbean dream by offering to buy the hotel for him, and then welshing on the deal when norman can no long back out. he is
Spicable but somehow lovable rogue, who in his own mind is a magnanimous, misunderstood benefactor of humanity. what other people call corporate raiding, he explains, telling the truth in busine
Tters. why jimmy decided to give him a song with a tango rhythm and a klezmer trill I dont know, but it works.
Im just an old truth teller
Im your candid friend
Im not some daydream seller
I do not pretend
Ive a sense of survival
And screwing my rivals
Thats labeled me crossed and uncouth
But I cant help it I just tell the truth
He cant help it, he just tells the truth
Im just an old truth teller
Brutally direct
I see it eye for eye
Im rarely incorrect
Why call me a sharp trader
A corporate raider
Im a role model for todays youth
Its so simple, I just tell the truth
He cant help it, he just tells the truth
Bridge:
Why was I born to be right all the time
In deal after deal after deal
Foiling those sharks that are circling my penthouse
Hoping to make a meal
No good deed goes unpunished
Nothing goes as planed
My ingrate family left me
I dont understand
Wheres your wife?
In alaska
Any sons?
In nebraska
And my daughter milks cows in duluth
I cant help it, I just tell the truth
Ohh he cant help it, he just sells it
He cant help, he just tells it
I cant help, I just tell the truth

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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