Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXX: Great Conspirator
Tell to the right man that will say it again
Spread the half lie to make it truth
Lay down the fact that they need to know
Disclose the chosen keyword to be bared
Hide the rest that lurking behind
Keep the secret behind the closed doorÂ
Infuse their unconscious mind with our prediction
Let them gladly take it as their direction
Act like we don't involve with their decision
And nobody force them into the positionÂ
We will keep our profile low and undetected
Do not appear to be significant trouble
Until you trapped in our perfect intricate web
And become our useful pawn
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A glimpse
a glimpse
the half opened door
some would say
a half closed door
it all depends on the
state of mind you are in
well half closed for pessismist
and half opened for optimist
half opened or half closed door
so long as it is open
and not close
a good exercise for the mind
of a story teller, novelist, a film maker
a glimpse at the half closed door
the mind is thrown open
like the kick you would give
a half opened door
so that you and pet cat could
glide through easily
the stories that start coming out
from a glimpse at the half opened door
agatha's murdered corpse lying behind
a stalker, a ghost in the corridor of the mind
from the glimpse of the half closed door
a million possibilities, ideas pouring forth
half closed door, half opened door
whichever way you may say
it is an opened door
a million stories, ideas, possibilities
knock at the door of my mind
a glimpse of the half closed, half opened door
my half closed half opened eyes
open themselves to my ever curious mind
boundless as the universe
inspired by
A Glimpse
A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night-And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going-of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
Walt Whitman
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Deep troubles sometimes
I have deep trouble sometimes in night
I have tried number of times to make it right
Still it has not improved and I live with it
It is now not new for me and can no longer fight
I may take care not to snore heavily
Even though it used to come of its own readily
We had accepted the fact very happily
It was still not ignored easily
It may disturb a person sleeping at some distance
I was awakened at night number of times
I may feel sorry for them but had no choice
As I was unaware of the magnitude of noise
At one night she woke up from sleep
She was dreaming sound and deep
She might have seen some dreaded dream
All might have swept on her as team
She was breathing heavily with fear
I made her comfortable at once to bear
She was still screaming and begged for disturbance
I consoled her to forget it at once
She was of very mild nature
Before going to sleep, she will make it completely sure
She will see to it that it is available ready next day
This was her specialty and unique way
She is fully devoted and keep everything stored in her mind
She won’t disclose it to any one and take care that no one finds
In doing so she may struggle at night to forget
In dream also she may find it hard to let
In both the cases the mind plays an active memory box
It is usually a guarded secret but acts as cunning fox
No one know at what times it will choose invade?
It will strike at once make you unstable and fade
So when she screamed at high note everybody rushed
Children thought I might have scuffled with her and pushed
But picture became clear when she clarified
It was over now and everybody got satisfied
The children were grown up and fully matured
The matter was not dragged further to be slurred
It puts you in odd position if it is taken otherwise
It may so happen that anybody can blame much to surprise
As mind is never put to rest
It will function all the time at its best
It may prove some times an acid test
As what will be revealed very next?
Everything is omitted at night from the masked soul
You have unconscious mind at rest but speaks no foul
It is exact replica of what had transpired in a day
The mind has its own pattern to act in a way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Do Not Interrupt My Choice
I do have a choice,
And I make my own decisions.
Do NOT give me 'voice'.
When, in fact...
You're in a position to listen.
And...
If employed,
In a customer service position...
As a 'sales technician',
Like it or not...
Respect my choice.
Do not debate with me,
To stir up conflict...
With my decision.
When I'm given 'voice'...
And I know that voice to be,
Coming from one to indicate superior authority...
Over me!
As if what I decide for my life is not best.
Because I reveal I live on a budget...
And that is confessed how fixed it is.
Do NOT act as if,
I am not aware of it!
By treating me on the telephone,
Where I live is inferior.
And my mind is in a non-thinking zone!
I do have a choice,
And I make my own decisions.
Do NOT give me 'voice'.
When, in fact...
You are in a position to listen.
And...
Do not give me dial tone either.
Because my decision affects your commission.
I am not responsible for your economic condition.
Especially if I can barely satisfy my own!
Do not interrupt my choice,
By disconnecting your voice.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Matter Of Decision
Id be home free if I could make up my mind,
What to do about you.
One minute I think I love you, the next Im playing the fool.
Youre such a part of me, cant tear myself away from you.
Dont care what people say, I just wanna be close.
Ive changed my mind a thousand times,
Now its a case of do or die.
Theres no more time to reason why.
Now its a matter of decision,
Why cant I make up my mind?
I cant stand this indecision,
Im going out of my mind.
The world is in such a sorry state.
In the papers, in the news.
Politicians cant see their hands from their feet,
Nobody cares about the truth.
Wish I could make the world a better place for you and me.
You always run and hide, I only wanna be close.
The teachers stuff your head with lies,
And make it hard to realize,
Whats going on, whats wrong, whats right.
Well, its a matter of decision,
We all must make a stand,
For everything that we believe in,
Every woman, every man.
Its a matter of decision.
A matter of decision, a matter of decision.
song performed by by Kinks
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Secrets, Truth and Lyza
Secret keeps Truth locked away,
Even though Truth wants to get out.
Secret knows better
Than to let Truth out,
Especially with the evil Lyza roaming around
Lyza wants to twist and contort Truth
Until she is no longer recognizable.
Secret is usually more dark and devious
Than protecting of her little sister,
But she will not let Truth or her self
Be a pawn in Lyza’s game this time.
So Secret keeps Truth hidden.
Because we all know,
Almost every dark secret,
Especially ones manipulated by lies,
Has a little truth behind it.
poem by Leah Michele
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Dry Leaves Beside My Door
a door half-closed
the wind comes with some dry leaves
coming in
through it
and then
spread on the floor
under my bed
i watch it
feeling that i am junked
even the wind
has mistaken me as
another
garbage
and so i finally closed my
door
tight
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Definite Maybe
Got a letter through the post that says I dont exist.
Apparently the new computer thinks I wont be missed.
We need more facts, perhaps you would find out and forward them.
Theres no proof or trace or date or place or where or when.
Central informations got no news today (today).
Is there a change in my position?
No decision, no decision.
All I ever get is a definite maybe.
Head office thinks Im dead,
But Im not even ill.
How do I get attention,
Tell me who I have to kill.
Is there a change in my condition?
Not today.
The answer comes with repetition,
No decision, no decision.
round and round the circle goes,
Stood in line but the counter was closed.
And when I ask who is responsible,
Nobody knows, try one of those.
All I want is a yes or a no,
(all he wants is a yes or a no).
But all I ever get is a definite maybe.
Tried to make my life a misery,
But they dont want to know,
They dont want to know,
They dont want to know.
And all I ever get is a definite maybe.
No decision, no decision.
Surely there must be a way to open all the doors,
And wade through all the petty bureaucratic little laws.
Frustration everywhere I turn, I just get more and more.
Everyones got problems and theyve heard all mine before.
Oh, Im tired of making endless calls.
(somebody help this poor man.)
Banging my head against the wall.
I walk along an endless corridor,
Then I knock on the door, then I realize
That Ive been there before.
No one here can hear my case.
So all I ever get is a definite maybe.
When they say, no news today, get back in the queue,
What can I do? what can I do? what can I do?
No decision, no decision.
No decision.
All I ever get (no decision) is a definite maybe (no decision).
song performed by by Kinks
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A Conscious Decision
everyday...
a conscious decision,
to live with arms outstretched,
or to run and hide.
to dare to be
what you believe....
or to hide in someone else's shadow.....
to walk to the edge,
spread your wings and fly....
or to cower in fear in the nest.
to get your hands dirty,
or to turn the other way....
to fall down, and get up,
or to lie there and quit.
to give unconditionally,
or to take without remorse.
to speak the truth...
or to settle for the lie....
everyday...
a conscious decision!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Sweetest Lie
when i arrive there
the window is closed
i know a shadow
lurking behind it
i sense desire
you peep and i see you
your eyes speak
that i may come inside
the door that
is half open
i do not think that much
i enter the door
and close it behind me
two shadows fade
when the lights are switched off
we feat on such
a beautiful silence
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Trouble In Mind
by Bob Dylan
I got to know, Lord, when to pull back on the reins,
Death can be the result of the most underrated pain.
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
When the deeds that you do don't add up to zero,
It's what's inside that counts, ask any war hero.
You think you can hide but you're never alone,
Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
Here comes Satan, prince of the power of the air,
He's gonna make you a law unto yourself, gonna build a bird's nest in your hair.
He's gonna deaden your conscience 'til you worship the work of your own hands,
You'll be serving strangers in a strange, forsaken land.
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
Well, your true love has caught you where you don't belong,
You say, "Baby, everybody's doing it so I guess it can't be wrong."
The truth is far from you, so you know you got to lie,
Then you're all the time defending what you can never justify.
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
So many of my brothers, they still want to be the boss,
They can't relate to the Lord's kingdom, they can't relate to the cross.
They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives,
Put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs or their wives.
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,
How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?
Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,
Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Lets Get Back
Get back together aah
This is a very interesting situation
I sense a gradual loss of communication
Dont you think I can see youre changing on me
Youre heading into a completely new direction
And I am having trouble making the adaptation
Dont you think I can see youre changing on me
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
If I may be so bold by making a suggestion
Please ask yourself why you are making this transition
Dont you think I can see, youre changing on me
Everytime I think of us I just want to make it how it was
Before we had much more
When I think of me and you I just cant believe that we are through
I cant ignore the fact you closed the door
When I think back, we had a beautiful relationship
But I see the future, whats there for me is devastation from you
Dont you think I can see, youre changing on me
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
Back together, back together, back together, back together
Back together, back together, back together, back together
Everytime I think of us I just want to make it how it was
Ah before we had much more
When I think of me and you I just cant believe that we are through
I cant ignore the fact you closed the door
Dont you think I can see
Dont you think I can see
Dont you think I can see
Youre changing
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back to
I wanna get back
song performed by by No Doubt
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The Pressure Will Blow
Set me on my destination
Point me the way to my position
Whats the meaning of my mission
I have made my decision clear
I dont need another reason
I dont want anymore prime time
I have made my decision
Not for the first but for the last time
Im setting on slow
Im building it up
Im letting it go
The pressure will blow on time
I dont want another story
You can place it with your nursery rhymes
I dont want to take the glory
Why dont you and him take it this time
I dont need another reason
I cant make another plan
I know youre both in secret liason
So we must go our separate ways
Im setting on slow
Im building it up
Im letting it go
The pressure will blow on time
So Ill keep pushing my position
Till the pressure builds it well
But I keep pressing your decision
Till youve made your mind up as well
I cant take another season
I cant make another play
I know youre in secret liason
So we must go our separate ways
Im setting on slow
Im building it up
Im letting it go
The pressure will blow on time
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Nip Grudges In The Bud
For whatever the reason,
You have been convinced to dislike someone...
Make the doing of it,
YOUR personal issue to pursue.
Let that become something within you,
That you fight with a doing to overcome.
Too many take on an offensive position quick.
To involve other people,
Having nothing to do nwith their obtained attitudes.
People who campaign to have others despise someone,
For no other apparent purpose...
But to do it to be done.
And with the truth surfaces to uncover the true culprit,
It is usually the one who stirs up trouble just for fun.
Nip grudges in the bud and confess what aches.
It is better to be honest and play it safe,
Than to be the one...
Never around others to again be welcomed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Boy Strange
See boy strange on the horizon of love
Hes calling to you
What do you say
See boy strange as an example of youth
So close to the truth but still far away
And hes such a strange boy
Dyou think hell make a good exchange for
The one before a closed door
That you left behind
When you realise that this boy is strange
Its too late to change your point of view
Hes often there when the sun meets the sky
With a perfect alibi unlike you
And hes such a strange boy
Dyou think hell make a good exchange for
The one before a closed door
That you left behind
To talk of common sense is
A complete waste of time
His looks are a crime
Bound to commit
In the eyes of the world hes a borderline fool
Both naive and cruel
Why would you inflict him on you
And hes such a strange boy
Dyou think hell make a good exchange for
The one before a closed door
That you left behind
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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L8,2212
There is a door which you open
you enter, and then it closes you
behind you
forever,
there is no force here,
but only volition,
you enter it
with all the warnings,
that the
possibility that it will close forever
has been told to you
over and over
again,
somehow, you do not make it a problem
you like a closed door, and you hate it
when it opens,
you love it when it is closed forever,
the room is nice
there is a certain loveliness
in there,
it has shiny floors,
it has a bright ceiling,
the lights are lovely,
like stars
in an open dark sky
the air is fresh,
the walls are comfortable
who wants to take an exit?
no one.not you.
when the door knows this, it will open
forever,
it decides to open for you
and it will tell you to go out and be
an outsider again and
be gone
for good,
you insist that you own this room now,
that a closed door is not a serious matter
and there is no way that you have to
go out
or be ousted,
the door has a stair with strong hands
and it will drag you out
it will pull your hair and drag your body
like hell
the door has learned its lesson
when the room is not a prison to someone else
there is no use keeping him there forever
for in truth the reason of the door's
existence
is to make you feel the prison and to suffer
and you know your lesson too well
there is no prison to a mind that is an open window
there is no suffering
to a lover of suffering
you see, it takes a little reverse psychology
for closed doors to open
for men to know that suffering is not suffering
at all
when one loves is tripping
when one thinks
otherwise
when one loves whatever happens
when one accepts
the one that is there and not look for something
that is always missing
why go for the unreachable?
why suffer for long?
life is life, and death is death
you are here, grab this here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Funk
I am in a funk and I can't get out.
I feel like a door is slowly closing in on me.
BAM!
It finally has closed on me.
I am stuck and scared that I will never get out.
My mind is telling me to quit, but my heart says keep going with every beat it takes.
I guess I need to make a decision.
Before this door is locked forever.
I choose to keep on going and find a way.
There are some people on the other side waiting for me.
My family.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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Wherever Your Nose Went
Are you feeling down and low?
As if clinging onto thin rope,
And your mind wants to leave all consciousness...
Behind with no excuses to go loco.
Well,
Take those oars out of the water.
Stop rowing that boat and let it float.
That's right!
Sit in a position to let the wind be at your back.
Let go of your hold,
On those things that make you feel trapped.
And remember,
You ordered everything in your life that shows.
Have you forgotten that?
You may as well relax and accept the facts.
Wherever your nose went...
You can not say you did not with an open mind,
Followed.
Nor can you honestly portray,
One now who has been betrayed.
And even if you did decide to hide behind lies,
Only your life is the one being 'ultimately' affected.
Truth is inescapable!
No matter how many nose jobs you can afford.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rise and Fall Not Ultimate
How sea waves rise and fall?
Same way human hearts too respond to call
Rush to shores and echo the voice
Force you to think and make the choice
I can’t willingly disclose
as it is high time to repose
heart can’t withstand its force
it can’t lament it with remorse
I would love to behold
And remain permanently in your hold
As any woman would love to do
As it is basically true
You were always there
For me to hold here
I could take no decision
Yet it was timed with precision
Now I dare and say it firmly
The decision is taken calmly
I would love to be a part and family
Can that not turn out happily?
Your eyes reflect clear
I have no more fear
I would love to come near
My ears longs for nice words to hear
You act on it and welcome
As same occasion will never come
We are destined for each other
There is not much to think or bother
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hanging Fire
I am fourteen
and my skin has betrayed me
the boy I cannot live without
still sucks his thumb
in secret
how come my knees
always tremble
what if I die
before the morning comes
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.
I have to learn to dance
in time for the next party
my room is too small for me
suppose I die before graduation
they will sing sad melodies
but finally
tell the truth about me
There is nothing I want to do
and too much
that has to be done
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.
Nobody even stops to think
about my side of it
I should have been on Math Team
my marks were better than his
why do I have to be
the one
wearing braces
I have nothing to wear tomorrow
will I live long enough
to grow up
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.
poem by Gabriella Maben
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Hanging Fire
I am fourteen
and my skin has betrayed me
the boy I cannot live without
still sucks his thumb
in secret
how come my knees are
always so ashy
what if I die
before morning
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.
I have to learn how to dance
in time for the next party
my room is too small for me
suppose I die before graduation
they will sing sad melodies
but finally
tell the truth about me
There is nothing I want to do
and too much
that has to be done
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.
Nobody even stops to think
about my side of it
I should have been on Math Team
my marks were better than his
why do I have to be
the one
wearing braces
I have nothing to wear tomorrow
will I live long enough
to grow up
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.
poem by Audre Lorde
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