Truthified
It would be great
If the truth
Was not such a tremendous part,
Of our ever growing bout with reality!
People would believe anything
They were told.
A cure for anything
Would be sold on TV.
Accountability?
It wouldn't exist at all!
Disrespect would be accepted.
A diminished mindset...
With a decreased quality of life,
Would prevail!
And lies?
Well...
It would be great
If the truth
Was not such a huge part
Of reality!
There seems to be an overflow of it!
And you know what 'they' say...
About having too much of a good thing?
It just seems 'too' good to be true!
We've been 'truthified'.
And even denial has achieved glouting status!
'Are you being sarcastic? '
Who me?
NEVER!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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?
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> whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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When It Can Not Be Served As Dessert
When truth becomes a negative aspect,
Of one's reality.
And it solicits unwarranted snide remarks?
Danger is embraced!
Dishonesty becomes apparent...
And blatantly shown upon one's face!
When truth becomes a negative aspect...
Those who know it well and tell it,
Are the ones who become disgraced!
Especially in places,
Where truth has been replaced...
By a sharing of deception,
That chases away facts distorted...
With accepted receptions.
And those demeaned,
For the audacity of crushing lies...
Told by the ones with insecurities to hide,
Are ostracized!
No matter how obvious,
The truth for them does not inside their minds reside!
A diminished quality of life becomes celebrated...
In campaigns of support,
With a rejoicing undenied!
Truth is deserted...
When it can not be served,
As dessert!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Biggest Disaster
What 'is' unfortunate?
The capitalization of the word DENIAL.
And the tremendous affect the act of it,
Has had on the millions of those who have been shown...
A protection from truth will produce for them a reality.
And a denial pursued is what all should do!
However,
In the doing...
Denial 'now' has become too huge of a magnitude,
To disregard...
As the biggest disaster ever allowed to be created,
Humanity has come to face!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deception and Its Relatives
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
Historically speaking...
When has truth,
Ever been a prioroity?
What are myths?
And what known event...
Has never been embellished?
As powerful as truth is...
The dismissing of it,
Has become a part...
Of why some people exist.
Only the ones choosing to do this...
Seem to be the ones ostracized.
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
And if that was the case,
Everything people have been led to believe...
About whatever it is that they perceive,
Would have to be erased...
As tremendous lies.
Told for the purpose of keeping fantasies alive.
And we all know what affect,
The effectiveness of facts leaves on minds...
Unsuspecting,
That the producing of facts...
Somehow,
Has a direct connection to revealing truth.
And who knew,
That facts, truth and honesty...
Operated on a different level as a close family.
Than deception and its relatives.
Although denial and amnesia...
Can be debated to be first cousins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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!
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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Nigeria, Good People, Great Nation
Nigeria good people
Together we build a great nation
No doubt we are
The world even believes that
A change of mindset
Can bring us to great sunset
A sunset and a new dawn
Of a great Nigeria with good people
You can do something
To make this nation great
Have a change of mindset
Do that thing, good people
Goal getter for greater Nigeria
Good people we are
Great Nation, good people
poem by Ehimika Ehimigbai
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We must daily decide whether the threats we face are real, whether the solutions we are offered will do any good, whether the problems we're told exist are in fact real problems, or non-problems. Every one of us has a sense of the world, and we all know that this sense is in part given to us by what other people and society tell us; in part generated by our emotional state, which we project outward; and in part by our genuine perceptions of reality. In short, our struggle to determine what is true is the struggle to decide which of our perceptions are genuine, and which are false because they are handed down, or sold to us, or generated by our own hopes and fears.
quote by Michael Crichton
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True Truth Can Not Be Bartered
Have we been too wise,
In the closing of our eyes...
To walk away from situations,
As if those realities...
For us did not exist.
And today with too much reality,
Staring all of us in the face...
We wish to keep most of it edited.
For fear that truth for what it is,
And reluctantly accepted...
Has a way of blocking out deceit,
But welcomes denial to pamper as a pet.
Leaving those shadowed by conformity,
To realize true truth can not be bartered.
Or left to anger those putting away their tap shoes.
The ones no longer choosing to be fools,
For the sake of keeping stereotypical images active.
True truth can not be bartered.
Or be bothered by the pondering of it,
That come for some to sit to discuss benefits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What To One Is Truth
The truth can be hurtful when spoken without ruth
But then suppose the truth it is the truth
And one lie leads to another it is said
And deceit can only live where truth is dead
But what to one is truth to another is not so
Why this should be you ask one who might know
You ask some how good is that and they say great
Whilst others answer only second rate
We all do look at life quite differently
And what's true to you may not be true to me
Though what's true to me may not be entirely so to you
To the higher self we should try to stay true
And though it's praises we may like to sing
The raw truth it can prove a hurtful thing.
poem by Francis Duggan
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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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Truth/Opinion
He who stands alone to codify a belief
Will inherit much grief.
Without the vindication
Of shared affirmation
How can he hope to be right.... or feel right?
Is it worth being right if it means you're alone?
This is my plight
The hardest part of declaring my truth is that... it is my own
And even though denial does not affect the status of truth
It feels so, as if the roof
Of my house... has just caved in
As if I'm the one committing a sin
When really I'm right, I must be right
This is not something that 'might'
I must be right because this is everything!
I will not swing
Nor to the right nor to the left, but my truth feels less true
When I don't have the approval of him or her... or you
How can they just say it's my opinion?
It's the truth! My justification
But their denial, denies my vindication
As the sole defender of this truth which is immutable... I feel wrong
I'm losing my song, cause now they've convinced me
And I don't know what to think, I can no longer see
My truth clearly
Because now it's clouded in doubt and uncertainty
Without affecting its validity or trueness... they've made me question
Even the things I've ALWAYS held most true...
poem by David Knox
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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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What is faith and belief? .....
Although, we say that a man with faith
can win the world without trouble
But faith is believing something is not seen
We do exercise believe in faith everyday
But believing in reality is more truth than faith
We cannot see most things that we have faith
even they are existing like a faith in God.
When we become lack of belief in ourselves
then we become nothing but weakening in our soul
Most of the people dream to have something
and they want them to come true within their faith
They don't want to achieve them through belief in reality.
Some think faith and belief are part of evolution
It is true that success in life need to have both faith and belief
but belief is the way of searching for the truth or reality
Faith is known as trust on something but absence of proof
But belief is built with knowledge and a reality is proofed.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2008 Ravi Sathasivam
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Valediction....
it was never me
there is never a part of me that was there
you have misinterpreted the truth about those characters of the novel,
the words in that poem
the metaphors are outdated
refer to another reality,
the reality that i have carried upon my shoulders
i am the horse, not that horseman,
i am not the star, i am just the asteroid at the background
i am the silence between your sighs,
do not read my silence,
you will find a word that cannot stand for me,
i am not even that tail of that great meteor that comes to your life
once in a century
it is not me that you see in those flowing words,
they are those pieces of undecided driftwood that i pick from the great flood
those dry falling leaves that land on my forehead
from the great tree of life
do you really have to find pieces of myself in those lines to make
the write-up interesting to you?
i am so sorry
call me a liar, but that is the truth
there is truth in empathy
there is truth in putting our feet in some other people's shoes
that is what literature is all about
read some more and be discouraged
fathom and then
be enlightened about the sufferings of others
their miseries that soon shall provide you company
when you sit upon a chair with a smoke in your left hand
and a margarita (or black coffee) on your right
upon an empty table
facing the sea
witnessing the beautiful fading
on another sunset
in your life
do not wish that i shall be there
oh, i have long been gone into another island
do not attempt to find me
i am not there anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sugar Coating The Wholesomeness Of It
How can anyone look at a tree...
And not notice the leaves on it?
It's done!
How can someone not acknowledge,
A greeting said to them heard?
It's done.
Or the disrespect spoken from the lips of children.
And a total breakdown of discipline!
That too is done!
Truth is there.
Available and free.
Perhaps the reason for it not being sought as much...
Or has the popularity that fantasy and delusion flaunts,
Is its attachment and close association with reality!
And many people use that as an excuse not to deal with it!
And today...
Facing truth and reality,
Is more difficult for many...
Than it is to get a child to eat vegetables.
Without sugar coating the wholesomeness of it!
Making it an accepted game to play.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paradox of Truth
The most subtle lies art the greatest truth
Like the fairy tales of our imaginative youth
Each truth a paradox, a lie does tell
A truth somewhere in mythical spell
When one lies, truth still speaks
For in everything doth truth seek
To express itself to hearts to behold
The truth of life in every lie told
Told in such eloquent song
There is truth in something especially wrong
Rhetoric, myths, ignorance and lies
Truth in all, every truth belies.
If thou don't believe it is certainly true
For to believe is true to me and you
And in this poem if you believe no truth
Let this poem be truth's own proof….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Interpretations of Life
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
A shameless feeding of fantasy...
Has many people demanding more police,
To protect them from a way of life...
They have allowed and wished upon themselves.
They wished to see themselves better 'than'.
So throughout their history,
They took from others...
And declared them enemies.
They stripped them of their resources,
To claim stolen goods as their 'interests'.
They created their own isolation.
And in celebration...
This ignorance was praised.
Insecurity has increasingly...
Diminished them into dependency.
And a decadence lived,
Can not hide the blight or stop those frightened...
From what now all can see,
Is a quality of life purely based upon deceit.
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
And they wish to love what they feel is right.
But how can this be done?
When all that has been happening,
Has been condoned,
By an addiction to restrict reality.
And the price paid to keep that hushed...
Is indebted to those,
Who 'allow' them to borrow funds...
To keep thoughts of greatness alive!
And how can a people thrive on the idea of greatness?
Simple.
Standards are lowered.
Mediocrity is praised.
Availability is cheapened.
And those demanding quality...
Are taught to be ignored.
With a disrespect that comes accepted.
Until it breeds an arrogance.
With a depiction of lost independence.
And a conformity controlled,
By anything that is told!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crowded With Lies
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind crowded with lies.
A progressive mindset,
Has been stunted because of this.
Dismissed are those who wish for reality.
And often they are labelled mavericks.
Or something less flattering,
To ensure their influence has no chance to exist.
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.
And yet those disillusioned,
Pray on Sunday...
To have their lives fixed.
While listening to sermons,
As to how sins and evil have them bewitched.
Their very lives lived are confused in conflicts.
Although truth for many has become feared,
And resisted.
Observed they are...
Bewildered, bothered and betwixted.
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
And there is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.
And the marketing of fresh lies...
Is a mainstay in most societies,
That has thrived and survived successfully!
But a continuation of a success like this,
Does not sustain its permanence.
Eventually a strain draining the brain prevents it.
People everywhere and everyday,
Reflect their lack of consciousness.
And revealing a 'craze' that has become accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Magna Est Veritas
Here, in this little Bay,
Full of tumultuous life and great repose,
Where, twice a day,
The purposeless, gay ocean comes and goes,
Under high cliffs, and far from the huge town,
I sit me down.
For want of me the world's course will not fail:
When all its work is done, the lie shall rot;
The truth is great, and shall prevail,
When none cares whether it prevail or not.
poem by Coventry Patmore
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