When Light Is Shown
It is in the atmosphere...
Coming fast to awaken and clear.
There is a dose of truth that blows upon us!
It doesn't matter who tells it now.
It is there for all to see.
All lies once told by those who controlled...
Descends as 'one' reality!
No one will escape this fate that breaks,
And shatters what was believed to be!
Deceptions crumble into dust and is replaced,
In the face of unquestioned and uncertain force
Churning with speed and pace
Dropping into proper place...
Upon those in disbelief scurrying in disgrace.
Like a rat caught unexpectedly,
When 'light' is shown and exposes it nibbling,
On something preferred...
With habitual taste!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Relative
Truth is Relative;
True for me is lies for you
In eyes of lies
the truth is bent, but
truth protrudes in tainted folds
of salty tears and painted gold.
Truth for you is a raging sea
of Painted waves; the golden bleeds
Your walls crumble; walls of stone, of
broken souls, tears, labored bones.
Are the lies a shield?
Once again a 'golden' shield
Untill the pain of truth shall yield.
O, savior Truth! O, warrior Truth!
Truth is treaty; a liquid sword
that shatters; breaks; but still remains
the fieds are red, but missing pain.
So ask yourself, 'Are your lies true? '
Did you escape from 'You? '
'Your' eyes see red.
Your eyes see blue.
True for me is lies for you.
No.
Not you; 'You.'
Truth is relative
poem by John Samson
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The Fair Bread
The sky is clear and scorching the sun,
Hot wind blows fast along with dust,
None seen outside but children run,
Who are beyond the evil of rust.
A man appears having staff on his head,
Who is a perspiring poor hawker,
Shouting loudly, he's moving ahead,
Who is weak but strong as a walker.
Some children buy and pay for it,
And he moves with his earlier pace,
The gust of wind and the sun him hit,
The sweat with dust lies on his face.
Coming home, he takes rest on his bed,
And thanks God truely for His grace,
Cause he's earned the fair bread,
And, so satisfaction sits on his face.
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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Like Leaves On a Tree
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
There is so much truth in honesty too!
Don't you think?
Some people don't believe this.
They percieve truth,
As something they can create.
Something they can change,
When they feel it is out of date.
Some people even lie.
This is true.
Some tell different colored ones...
Just to prove the 'real' ones,
Aren't what they tell to undo!
Some people embellish,
And exaggerate themselves.
Knowing with a consciousness,
Truth and honest...
Does not within them dwell.
They are the ones,
Who love to dance and sing around the bush.
Beat it a few times with assisted innocent looks.
Then expect to be forgiven...
To escape a punishment.
Like children told over and over,
Not to do something done.
But do...
And yet expect not to get caught,
When in clear view.
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Dazzle To Daze Those Awakening
There is nothing like a dose of truth,
To awaken the stubbornness...
Of a sleeping done,
Wishing to snooze through life.
There is nothing like it.
There is nothing like a pinch of salt,
That comes to sting a wound...
Healing on the effects of sugar and spice.
And all things created 'should' be nice and sweet.
While those homeless and hungry suffer,
From visions of living their reality living in the streets.
As those of gluttony and greed tease others,
With a taste of their theft with an acquired laziness kept!
There is nothing like a dose of truth,
To awaken the stubbornness...
Of a sleeping done,
Wishing to snooze through life.
There is nothing like it.
There is nothing like witnessing,
The dawn come shining through to blaze...
And dazzle to daze those awakening.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Matter What Is Said
It must be awful to feel betrayed,
Or...
Underestimated!
With feelings to vindicate...
What has been laid.
It must be awful to feel betrayed,
Or...
Underestimated!
With feelings to vindicate...
What has been laid.
It doesn't pay to be too sophisticated.
And one day found outdated.
By that which chases away,
Everything to be replaced.
It doesn't pay to be too sophisticated.
And one day found outdated.
By that which chases away,
Everything to be replaced.
It must be awful to feel betrayed,
Or...
Underestimated!
With feelings to vindicate...
What has been laid.
Yes!
It must be awful to feel betrayed,
Or...
Underestimated!
With feelings to vindicate...
What has been laid.
Yes!
Everything today will be replaced.
With changes to be made.
Everything today one day will fade.
No matter what who says.
Everything today will be replaced.
With changes to be made.
Everything today one day will fade.
No matter what who says.
It doesn't pay to be too sophisticated.
And one day found outdated.
By that which chases away,
Everything to be replaced.
And everything will be replaced.
No,
Matter what...
Is said!
It doesn't matter if you get up late.
With thoughts to escape a fate.
What comes will fade away!
And no,
Matter what...
Is said!
It doesn't matter if you get up late.
With thoughts to escape a fate.
What comes will fade away!
And no,
Matter what...
Is said!
It doesn't matter if you get up late.
With thoughts to escape a fate.
What comes will fade away!
And no,
Matter what...
Is said!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Had Been Frivolous Priorities
Times and people change.
Even those who have passed judgement on others.
And it must be difficult for these folks to now make claims,
They have had amnesia for decades...
As they delivered their misdeeds.
To purposely pick to inflict their aims.
When so much of what they've done...
Exposes them for what and who they are,
To be revealed to everyone!
And pretentious people I keep distanced.
It's in my DNA.
But I keep my eye on them anyway!
Those folks will betray their mamas.
And will say anything to defend their lies!
And what had been frivolous priorities for some...
Have been replaced by the reality of survival,
That has unmistakably come stun.
Leaving little room to appease deceptions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tell us The Truth
Tell us the truth
Tell us the truth
They said.
So he told them
The Truth,
Untainted
Undiluted
Straight
Direct
That's not the truth
It hurts,
They said.
Tell us the 'real' truth,
The Truth!
So he repeated it.
Again, the unadulterated
Spotless,
Plain truth.
You do not like us, do you, they said.
We're asking you
For the 'proper' truth,
The 'Real Truth',
Not
This hurtful rubbish
Tell us that truth
Tell us that truth.
So, weary,
And now wary,
He told it to them
Once more.
He did not change his story,
He told them
What he had always believed in,
He told them
That no matter how unpleasant
It sounded,
His feelings for them
Remained the same
He gave it to them
Once more,
Direct,
Undiluted,
Impartially,
But passionately nevertheless.
The Truth.
Go away, go away
They said.
You do not understand us
You do not like us.
Go away.
So goes the story
Of how they lost
The best leader
They could ever have had,
The only one
Who really understood them,
The only one
Who wanted nothing
But the best
'For Them',
The only one
Who never shied away
From The Truth
The only one
Who loved them as they were.
(Year 2002, Mars, The Sun Galaxy)
poem by District 13 Okiso Sooki
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First Time For Everything
Since time has begun...
There has been the first time for everything.
The first time for this.
The first time for that.
The first of its kind and color.
The first to arrive.
The first to leave.
The first to be born.
Like Adam and Eve.
Why it was Adam first?
Then Eve?
Even today,
That is difficult for me to perceive...
Since women are the only ones,
We believe conceive!
And trying to understand this,
With comprehension?
I ask myself...
WHY is it that so many are caught up in conflict?
Why is it...
There are those who 'still' exist,
Who can not accept...
Reality?
Even under hypnosis...
Reality for some,
Will not be induced.
No matter if it is screamed,
From a pulpit!
To reduce to something exclusive!
That's how effective,
A conditioning process.
Once that has been done...
Reality for some,
Is as controlled as what they have been told.
And we all know how potent lies are!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I can't escape
I can’t escape from this place,
I am caged inside from this nightmare,
So what if you can see the darkest side of me,
Too many lies you told me,
Somebody help me,
From the person I have become,
I can’t escape from you,
Somebody help me escape from this nightmare,
We believe that I can be a good person,
Yet something sweet as you,
Just fades away like the rest,
I can’t escape from this place,
This place that calls out my name,
My heart is empty,
My eyes are black,
I am cold as ice,
Forget me,
Forget that we ever met,
I am on the edge of falling off,
My mind is scattered,
I can’t escape from this place no matter where I run to.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Dust 2...
If dust could only talk
What would we hear it say?
Before it's brushed aside
Just as it's swept away
It's just the evidence
It's of no consequence
It's only flesh and bone
Why don't you leave it alone?
If dust could only speak
Caught in a falling beam
If dust could only cry
If dust could only scream
For it's the single witness that might testify
Could I spit out the truth?
Or would you rather just swallow a lie?
But dust is always caught behind a coat of pain
Beneath the marble fingernails of kings and saints
And in the theatre curtain where they hang a drape
Or in the ticket pocket where your hands escape
Before they start to wander
Or they start to shrink
You rub your eye a little and appear to blink
And then she caught you staring
She knows what you're thinking
What got into you is not a ghost as such
It was just dust
Here comes the juggernaut
Here come The Poisoners
They choke the life and land
And rob the joy from us
Why do they taste of sugar?
Oh, when they're made of money
Here come the Lamb of God
And the butcher's boy, Sonny
Well, I believe we just
Become a speck of dust
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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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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Until Truth Is Faced
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
Hatred will continue to mask those charading...
Beliefs they have been selected to lead,
And not follow doctrines that protect the interests...
Of all humanity.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
To invade and take...
From others to leave them bleeding.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
With a faking of created faith...
To impress those oppressed,
Whose lives lived...
Are determined by some,
To be worthless!
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
There will be no peace that decreases fighting.
There will be no peace that increases love.
Until truth is faced,
There will always be wars.
There will always be the taking to claim ownership.
And a quest to seek a victory,
As if a watching and listening God does not exist.
As if God has permitted them to destroy this gift of life,
Given.
'Living in enforced isolation,
Does not broaden once's comprehension...
Of an accepted reality.
And the ones protecting lies with continued alibis,
Find themselves eventually victimized.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Awaken Little Dreamer
With my eyes closed I see sadness. Sadness I held in for so long. Sadness that is beginning to be replaced with madness. Madness that's been eating at my core, my thought process, my mind for so long.
Eyes open, I see a reality I've been trying to to change, to better it. A lie, I've been living a lie. My life is a lie, one I've been living for so long.
A single tear escapes my eye as I am awaking from my made up reality, my created world. Reality, my reality is tragic not magic. Tears I held back now pour from my eyes, tears I held back for so long.
With my eyes closed I see sadness. I see pain masked by madness. I see sadness hidden by a web of lies and as I open my eyes I hear a voice say, 'Awaken from your dream, come and face reality. Awaken little dreamer. Awaken.'
poem by Suzaku Vaneko
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The Order Of Chaos
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Everyone doing something but no one ever does anything
Someone always shouting the silence is deafening
Nobody loves you, nobody hates you
Fact or fiction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
Knowing is just a feeling & feelings worth nothing
Just keep on searching blind and unseeing
Looking for something seeking nothing
No direction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
(RPT)
Discipline oustanding, nothing like working
Hoping and trying, keep on adjusting
Sometimes hopeless, never painless
Simple addiction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
song performed by by Xentrix
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The Order Of Chaos
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Everyone doing something but no one ever does anything
Someone always shouting the silence is deafening
Nobody loves you, nobody hates you
Fact or fiction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
Knowing is just a feeling & feelings worth nothing
Just keep on searching blind and unseeing
Looking for something seeking nothing
No direction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
(RPT)
Discipline oustanding, nothing like working
Hoping and trying, keep on adjusting
Sometimes hopeless, never painless
Simple addiction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
song performed by by Xentrix
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Smoke & Mirrors (demo)
Tell me what you wanted
Tell me what you wanted
Tell me, tell me
She's the one never gets what she wanted
She's the one doesn't get what she does have
Got a daughter with the eyes of a genius
Who's got a mother, don't matter
That's where it all breaks down
Mommy dearest, kinda Vegas, she's a freak scene
Over-rated, unrefined, she's a dope fiend
No one stays, wonder why, she's a bad dream
Someone wake me up it's hot as hell here
I don't wanna go where there's smoke and mirrors
Take me to the desert where air is clear
I'd rather hang out on the strip with the cokehead queers
Then take an order from a killer
Your atmosphere is rotten
You may want me but I don't want you back
She's a drag, kind of lame, leaves a bad taste
After hours prop her up, she's in outer space
Get some balls, be a pro, be a man
Wanna get there faster but she can't come down
Hey, I don't wanna go where there's smoke and mirrors
Take me to the desert where air is clear
I'd rather hang out on the strip with the cokehead queers
Then take a lesson from a loser
Your atmosphere is rotten
You may want me but I don't want you back
You may need me but I don't need you back
You may love me but I don't love you back
Tell me what you wanted
Tell me what you wanted
Tell me what you wanted
Tell me, tell me
I don't wanna go where there's smoke and mirrors
Take me to the place where the coast is clear
I'd rather hang out on the strip with the cokehead queers
Then take an order from a killer
Your atmosphere is poison
I don't wanna go where there's smoke and mirrors
Take me to the deser
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Uncertain
You tell me to find another.
The tone of your words say your uncertain.
The look you give as you say this,
tells me of your vaugeness.
I'm uncertain of why you do this.
When you know what there is between us.
Yet you choose the seperation.
I curse this uncertain turn of loneliness.
Is it because you're scared of what's so blatant?
The love we feel. Is it far too real?
You tell a lie, and then deny.
What I feel you hide inside.
I should believe the words you said.
Then I look and just see dread.
That your heart will never mend.
If we were and it ends.
I'm so uncertain of this truth.
When will reality break on through?
I hope you realize there's no better.
You're the sweetest woman since my mother.
I've seen them all, I've had a few.
All I really want is you.
It's so uncertain.
I may never know.
If you love me just tell me so.
poem by Michael McParland
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This Has Been Their Lives
Choosing to accept things as they are in isolation...
Enhances one's desperation,
To separate in misunderstanding.
When things 'controlled' get out of hand.
It becomes difficult for them to comprehend,
Others more powerful,
Have use misguided power over them.
Choosing to be set in ways,
With lessons taught as lessons to stay.
This stubbornness unresisted decays.
And those who insist,
This self centeredness should persist.
Will discover themselves living deeper in conflict.
As truth and its reality continues to drift away.
Leaving those with values of fading substance...
To become left in darkness.
And feeling much betrayed.
As light shows deceptions they embraced.
More and more they fear!
With no escaping from it near.
Since this has been their lives endeared!
And these standards now fast erasing...
They have kept in place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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