The Harsh Truths About Other People
IN ONE of those streetcars
named desire
one shall glean
that truth hurts sometimes
and even kills
it would have been better
if
out of respect for life
one simply should have been more
gentler
about the harsh truths
about others
we can be harsh on ourselves
because we are not afraid to die.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Harsh Winter Storm
harsh winter storm
life is like weather always changing
sometimes for good and sometimes for the bad
life is all but change
to all that loves or is loved be forsaken
words of hate and hurt
turn to stone
life is harsh winter storm
blistering and freezing everything in its path
to what extent must this go on
peace at mind seems impossible
darkness around consealing him in a cage of disaster
lost with out a sight blinded cant see
come to the conclusion one life is a harsh winter storm
pulling its victims one by one
seeing happyness all around
secluded and alienated unable to find true happyness
life's a harsh winter storm
slowing destroying us all
poem by Mitchtifer Lederer
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The Way To Create Meaning
there is nothing
wrong with
believing that when we
die
we simply return
to our
original nature
atomic particles
reduced neurons
roving neutrons
simply
untangled from
a body
it can be harsh
it can be truthfully harsh
but i am given
a choice
whether to be
literal or
figurative
whether to see
a landscape
or simply an
array of
random particles
floating in
air in silence
meaninglessly
what makes me distinct
is my imagination
as of now i am
a body
with all my senses
on
when i die
i can still be
a flying spirit
unseen
and still as
beautiful as
i think myself
to be
even if death
reduces me into
atomic particles
i can still
dance in the
mystery of
my own
fantasy
i refuse to be
simply
a meaningless set
of dust
beneath the
feet of
this earth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Harsh Truth Of The Camera Eye
Churchillian legs
Hair barely there
Mmm, the harsh truth of the camera eye
Your eyes signal pain
Because of the strain of smiling
The harsh truth of the camera eye
Telling you all
That you never wanted to know
Showing you what
You didnt want shown
My so friendly lens
It zooms into
The inner you
And it tells the harsh truth
And nothing but
Laugh with us all now, here
If you can
Then take the pictures home
And scream
Oh, ooh; telling you all
That you never wanted to know
Showing what
You didnt want shown
This photographer
He must have really had it in for you
Ooh, I dont want
To be judged anymore
I dont want to be judged
I would sooner be loved
I would sooner be
Just blindly loved ...
song performed by by Morrissey
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I'm Not Afraid Of Live
I am not afraid of life
of the poor man's struggle
of the killer's knife
I am not afraid of life
of an insane rage
of the minimum wage
I am not afraid of life
I am not afraid of life
I am not afraid of life
But I see an old lady with a shopping bag
and I wonder is life a drag
I am not afraid of pain
but it hurts so bad
I feel so mad
no one see the truth
there's nothing to gain
a life goes down the drain
don't want to die at an early age
I am not afraid of life
I am not afraid of life
But I see a street crazy shivering with cold
is it a crime to be old
there's the threat of the nuclear bomb
we know it's wrong
we know it's wrong
is there a chance for peace
will the fighting ever cease
mankind's almost out of luck
a maniac could blow us up
I am not afraid of life
I am not afraid of life
but I get down on my knees and I pray
is there hope for the world today
song performed by by Ramones from Too Tough To Die
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Im Not Afraid Of Life
I am not afraid of life of the poor
Mans struggle of the killers knife
I am not afraid of life of an insane rage
Of the minimum wage I am not afraid of life
I am not afraid of life
I am not afraid of life
But I see an old lady with a shopping bag
And I wonder is life a drag
I am not afraid of pain but it hurts so bad
I feel so mad no one see the truth theres
Nothing to gain a life goes down the drain
Dont want to die at an early age
I am not afraid of life
I am not afraid of life
But I see a street crazy shivering with
The gold is it a crime to be old
Theres the threat of the nuclear bomb
We know its wrong
We know its wrong
Is there a chance for peace will the fighting
Ever cease. mankinds almot out of luck
A maniac could blow us up
I am not afraid of life
I am not afraid of life
But I get down on my knees and I pray
Is there hope for the world today
song performed by by Ramones
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Buying Peace
Because we do not say what we ought to say
It's slipping out of our hands, life is going astray
Afraid to speak our mind, the truth bitter and harsh
We have found peace that compromises with the curse.
Because we do not act the way we ought to act
We have got a peace that keeps devils intact
Afraid to raise our voice against the evil's might
We bargain for a peace that perpetuates our plight.
Because we do not dare the way we ought to dare
Light is snuffed out, we live in nightmare
Afraid to battle out the monsters that loom
We settle for a peace that leads us to doom.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Home Acre
Is this your home-acre
Dark beauty of mine,
Cold winds and rash words
And long hurts and harsh wine,
Caught fast in disasters
That seldom relent,
Am I your un-maker
My sweet discontent?
Is this your home-acre
This bleak, loveless tor,
Where promises are lost in
The dreams on your shore,
Where all that you hoped for
And wished for your own
Was left in harsh soil with
The seeds that I’d sown?
6 September 1979
poem by David Lewis Paget
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That is a harsh gravity,
If people were emotionally harsh with you while you where forming, that is a harsh gravity, that constantly pulls you down; you do not have to be that way with others or your self, stand, reach for your dreams, help others do the same.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Can't Judge Beauty
Truth is beauty and lies are ugly but what about the in between, can justice exist without injustice and what about the jury they say there is a little truth to every lie beauty seen in just the right light. In the eye of the beholder we can never really predict what they'll see, no one day is ever really the same, can a lie become truth in the future? an ugly duckling that will transform into a swan or will a hungry predator eat it before it can reach it's final stage. Only time will reveal eventual truths if they can survive that long if the jury finds it not guilty and the judge is not so harsh
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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Reality Is Killing Lots Of People
reality has been killing a lot of people
those who dare sometimes they do not recover
despite the surrender
hands raised and heads bowed
reality still kills
heads hanging on the gallows
wrists cut and bubbling foams on the mouth
that case of poisoning was never incidental
it was real and true and harsh
but that is what reality does
the only thing that kills reality
is not rage
there is this submission to truth
the gentleness of acceptance
the tranquility of avowal
the simmering of guilt to the divine
the touch of the hand of God
the light eternal
that pierces the darkness of the crevices
of our souls
it is only this
when reality is dead
and you find yourself
alive
beaming with light
teeming with life
so silent in your newly found joy
still unnamed
undefined.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Honest Truth
the truth is i love you
the truth is i always dream of you at night
the truth is i do my best to hide it from you
the truth is the future is blank without you
the truth is i am hurting
the truth is i am scared
i am scared how i pretend in front of everyone
the truth is a cannot tell anyone of this
the truth is i cannot even tell you
then it starts to hurt even more
the truth is i'm scared to tell you
the truth is you might be scared to break her heart
the truth is i'm scared you might love me too
the truth is i am not happy
the truth is i don't feel the love i want
the truth is i want to be loved by you only
the truth is you're too blind to see
the truth is you might not believe me if i told you
the truth is you might be scared of it
the truth is the emotional distance kills me
the truth is being close to you makes it worse
should i tell you this truth?
would you believe this truth?
the truth....the truth....the truth...
i'm the only one who knows the
and this truth hurts
because the truth is i love you
the truth is i love you
the truth is i still love you....
03 August 2010
poem by Neo Patricia Monamodi
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Truth That Sets You Free
Words expressed to you and me, that the truth will set you free,
Not simply truth of any kind, but, Truth which leaves sin behind,
The Truth spoken of is Him; The One Who saves many from sin,
The Truth available to all of us, is the Lord Himself, Christ Jesus.
Friend in the Bible you shall find, God's Truth of an Eternal kind,
Truth that is beyond the world, Truth which Jesus Christ unfurled,
A Truth that's meant for everyone, coming from God's Only Son,
His Truth, which sets men free, from the present through eternity.
Common truths known on earth, for man, are of no eternal worth,
All common truths known to man, access not God's eternal plan,
They are better than lies for us, but, have not His Righteousness,
Common truth won't get us to, Eternity, prepared for me and you.
The only Saving truth, in this life, is Truth, in the person of Christ,
God's saving Truth all men need, His Gospel Truth all must heed;
Common truth will not set you free, or give you new life eternally,
For man's word shall fade away, but, God's Truth is here to stay.
The Saving Truth, you have heard, is there for all in God's Word,
The Way, the Truth and the Life, is the Living Word, Jesus Christ,
Whose Word comes from eternity, Truth, that saves you and me,
Reading His Word reveals proof, He's the author of Eternal Truth.
Well, I'm not afraid to say something if I think it's funny, even if it's harsh or racist.
quote by Sarah Silverman
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16 Penny Nails!
strong harsh words,
16 penny nails driven
by a big hammer....
truth tears at the flesh
of the lie and the liar!
things arent pretty anymore.
hurt is real!
homeless is real!
jobless is real!
hunger is real!
the streets are real!
prison is real!
prejudice, oppression,
hatred, violence....
people used, and thrown away!
persecution... over religion,
over sexual choice,
over political viewpoints....
wars fought over oil fields,
riot squads beating peaceful protestors...
women losing the rights
to their own bodies....
lonliness, suicide, drug addiction....
a harsh picture, faces put on bodies....
and yet beneath it all
there still lies a beauty...
all human beings, all human beings,
made in the image of God!
how can we not respect each other?
and how can we overlook....
the value of life?
with trembling hands wiping away
the blood, sweat, and urine of life...
trembling hands that when joined
become the hands of prayer!
16 penny nails, with heart!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Dream Escape
confronted with a harsh
reality of his daily existence
on skin
unfeeling any pain
neither
happiness, and this too harsh,
when nothing is felt
whatever be that, he.... finally finds a escape inside
his dream, it
was a lazy afternoon in an island
where his lover is
waiting
behind them the sun sets
like an
egg yolk
scrambled into
settled
doubts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poem For Raki (raki Is Turkish Brandy)
thanks GOD
rage and vengeance never conqured me
ı have never thought of being a governor
or a dı plomat
ı have never..never run after elections
this is the world
some goes after his lusts
some struggles for his lı vı ng and to live
but drinking rakı
is another..another world
for comfort yourself
you fill the mug or the little glass of something
and begin to ponder and think
you eat also something
bur rakı does not eat with you
never says do not talk
and do not laugh
but always rakı says the last word
and decides the last decision
if it wants it kills you
if it wants to make you laugh you laugh
if it wants
it darkends or illimunates your inside
if rakı wants
rakı conforts you all
but never the less
it comforts and binds you with a feable decaying rope
some time later
the harsh reality comes in front of you
all your hopes and fancies vanish
and say once a time upon
and the decaying rope splits up in two
you come again
face to face with the harsh reality
Ali TURK KESKIN..translatı on Metin Ş AHİ N
poem by Metin Sahin
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Disinformation And Fear
(Excerpt from an email to my granddaughter that addresses disinformation and fear)
Amber,
You ask good questions...never stop doing this, because by doing so, you will not waiver from the path that is right for you.
As for Alex Jones and David Icke;
They have been vilified by the powers that be because they are pointing out the problems in the world and who is behind them, so they get attacked. Most people do not want to hear what they have to say because they are afraid to face reality...and you know what happens then? They trash and destroy truth and reality.
If Jesus flew down on a white horse today, to deliver a message of love and peace, people would find a reason to kill and martyr him. You cannot worry about those that do not want change...you must negotiate a path around them.
What matters is taking in the in information and filtering it through your own mind and heart. From this you can glean the precious nuggets of truth.
Amber, you will inherit the Earth after the previous generation is gone. Who you are and what you do are vital to what follows. You can only do this if you awaken to yourself. Your awakening will guide you through life and help you shape the future.
Never be afraid of the truth, as the truth shall set you free.
AJ and DI have stainless steel balls to do what they do. Respect their work and do not buy into any FEAR created by them or anyone.
Forget
Everything
And
Relax
L ove,
Grandpa
poem by Ray Lucero
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Evil Against The Good
The game unquestionably harsh
Started the day we were born
Out of me God created the best
Out of me evil wants
To recreate the worst
An infant between life and death
Not yet time to escape by losing breath
The game just began for the young one
The game unquestionably harsh
Dark streets and rough childhood
Experience of an adverse neighborhood
Got him trapped under the belly of the beast
Evil encounters sinking in the young head
Thoughts of the good lad decaying
The game heading for the climax
The game unquestionably harsh
Thought I would be good forever
Evil troops changed me for a sinner
Got addicted to the harmful world
Young days of ours full of madness
Got my own demons and so fearless
The game has ambushed us under stress
The game unquestionably harsh
Work of the young man is to daydream
Run the best imaginary world as possible
Managing mind tries the impossible
Fantasy world will never be reality
Perhaps the dream just a prophesy
The game plays tricks in the young mind
The game unquestionably harsh
It is play on the day we are born
Even before us it was playing
As we see more days we get played
Evil rules the planet earth
Good rules the purest heaven
The game is on until the end of times.
***The Book of End of Times
poem by Young Church
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Farming
In the harsh reality, of the fierceness of the land
the farmer walks over furrows of ploughed sand,
in the distance calves bellow, his eyes look at the blue,
if a rain cloud is appearing somewhere
but the sun scorches like an ach-enemy.
There are lumps of sand clinging together,
his crops are spread over a distance
when a light breeze only just touches the stubbles,
in the harsh reality.
This piece of ground, this farm has a strong bond with him,
he walks to a tractor with a flat tire,
see the sun growing faint in the west,
pray for rain, while he trusts in God
on the blessings from His almighty hand,
in the harsh reality.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Love truths, love only truths
Love truths, love only truths
Love truths and love only truths
They may be simple but
powerful they are
Lies may be great to your vision
They will burn before a powerful truth
Reject all lies and love only truth
Truth may seem to be a burning fire but
It never hurts its followers
The path of truth may be hard and tideous but
It is the way of the world
The way of truth is the way of nobles
To raise yourself as a noble in the world
Travel in the way of truth
Travel in the way of truth as a traveler of God
The end of your path will be The gates of Heaven
There will be a place for you to talk with your Father
He is waiting for you with pleasures
Travel My Man in the way of truth
He is waiting for you with smile and love
Love truths and love only truths
They may be simple but
powerful they are
Lies may be great to your vision
They will burn before a powerful truth
Reject all lies and love only truth
Truth may seem to be a burning fire but
It never hurts its followers
The path of truth may be hard and tideous but
It is the way of the world
The way of truth is the way of nobles
To raise yourself as a noble in the world
Travel in the way of truth
Travel in the way of truth as a traveler of God
The end of your path will be The gates of Heaven
There will be a place for you to talk with your Father
He is waiting for you with pleasures
Travel My Man in the way of truth
He is waiting for you with smile and love
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