Your faculties
You must make one reveal
From what you subtly conceal..
You must hear something
Unsaid from what is said.
There lies your faculty
17.11.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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All Unsaid
If you were here now
Then i would tell you
Then i would force you
To make your choices
And get out of my way
chorus
Just scream
But there's no one there
To hear or hold your hand
I'd rather talk to you than
Leave it all unsaid
It's all unsaid it's all unsaid
Don't run away now
It's not my choice
Don't try to make it feel that way
Did all i could but
Your heart is empty
So i won't let you win
Refrein:
Just scream
But there's no one there
To hear or hold your hand
I'd rather talk to you than
Leave it all unsaid
It's all unsaid
Hey
song performed by by Krezip from Nothing Less
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How happily you do the acting!
You are happy in this world
How happily you do the acting!
Happiness is a big fling!
How hard you try to conceal!
The real truth, your eyes reveal.
How hard you try to conceal!
How hard you try to do the acting!
No one loves any one
We love ourselves the most and crave for it
Rest is for the lust and for the benefit.
How hard you try to conceal the beast
No matter how, you are, small or big!
This is a real lip service
No one loves progress and peace.
How deep is the colour of your face- paint!
How hard you try to become a saint!
Whatever camouflage you adopt to conceal
The real intention, the acts of you reveal.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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My Backyard
He was digging deep into my back yard pages
using questions for a spade;
the over-turned soil started to pile high
deep dead flowers unearthed there
and who, and what phrases came from him in clumps
of queries
and gripped I was with how much
I can, could or should reveal.
'Was he your boyfriend.? How long were you two together? '
These kinds of soft queries come with hidden barbs and sharp edges
if the answers lead on to more spade queries and deeper digging into my
backyard history.
Each clunk! into that deep soil just might dig up memories long buried there with no time for censorship to dust off the dirt and clean them up and evaluate what he had found there.
I was not trying to hide but I was frozen by not being able to see in advance what lay there before I was presented with it and hesitant, had to instantly think about what to own and what to conceal.
How many backyard artifacts should each of us reveal to New Love who has no context to understand and thereby forces you to own or conceal.
I took each shovelful he presented me and simply smiled mysteriously saying 'Your questions bring up so many memories and I can't decide right now which to reveal and which to leave unsaid until I know how you deal with backyard memories; and that might take time, lots of time, for me to see, or guess why and what, you think this ecavation means.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Unsaid Breeze
unsaid body clean-that's the life performance!
unsaid breeze gleans but difficult to be felt
unsaid body clean
unsaid breeze gleans but difficult to be felt
unsaid body clean
unsaid breeze gleans but difficult to be felt
unsaid body clean
unsaid breeze gleans but difficult to be felt
unsaid body clean
unsaid breeze gleans but difficult to be felt
the way reality
real
IT
Y generation
the way real
I
ty
is
SPeaKiNg! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Can you hear it?
unsaid body clean
unsaid breeze gleans but difficult to be felt
Can you hear it?
The poetic life singing tragically and paradoxically.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
unsaid body clean
unsaid breeze gleans but difficult to be felt
Can you hear it?
The poetic life singing tragically and paradoxically.
Can you hear it?
Charade in Review
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The masks we wear, to us are given,
assigned to us before our cue.
The choice is ours to reveal or hide-
A grand charade with many a clue.
Would you be this or be you that;
Is it surfaced or is it hidden?
Not all secrets are lies or deceit,
Our view of others we must widen.
The genuine heart will itself reveal
Its spots or stripes are where they're at.
The lot of what we think we see,
provide but circumstantial caveat.
We often discard what eyes can't see;
Too often distrust what hearts conceal.
The masquerade of life continues,
Its colours and shapes our truths congeal.
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Writing Days Of Oblivion
is a way to make the bird define the length of its flight
fearing there will be too much to cast back in what's meant to be
just poems of the past looking for the words of the future
both spelled in moments caught like treasure pearls
sealed deep withing the shells of silence
singing with the waves 'we've got nothing to conceal
but what you hear is not what we really reveal'
just as I make 700th circle on the tree trace
to define the age of its growth towards the sky
I stay deaf towards a benevolent warning to forget
because if we forget it will be forgotten
even if what one gives is so rarely the thing taken
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Become a beautiful person...
Beauty lies in kindness,
Beauty lies in honesty…
Blend them together,
Become a beautiful faculty….
Beauty lies in love,
Beauty lies in grin…
Rapped them together,
Become a beautiful being…
Beauty lies in care,
Beauty lies in your expressions…
Brew them together,
Become a beautiful person…
poem by Sumita Datta
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Reveal Yourself
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself.
Life on earth is so bizarre,
We must find a way to fulfill,
What we really are,
Yes its true,
I love you,
And theres nothing you do thats wrong,
Find values of your own.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
For there are places even you dont know.
Reveal yourself,
For life is nothing but a movie show,
Or free yourself,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Your soul,
Your sanity,
Just got to see it,
Smell it,
Know that its reality.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Doesnt matter anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore.
There are no rules where life is concerned,
Our past must be burned,
For theres nothing we have learned,
And its true,
I believe that we must all be free,
Immortal you and me.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
And maybe youll go down in history.
Oh, how much longer must your life remain a mystery,
It doesnt matter if youre thick and fat or thin and long,
You must find out exactly where it is that you belong.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Doesnt matter anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
For there are places even you dont know,
Reveal yourself,
For life is nothing but a movie show,
Reveal yourself,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Your soul,
Your sanity,
Just got to see it,
Smell it,
Know thats its reality,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
It doesnt matter if the world thinks youre right or wrong,
Reveal yourself.
song performed by by Kinks
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Words may either conceal character or reveal it.
It is better to conceal one's knowledge than to reveal one's ignorance.
It seems that the creative faculty and the critical faculty cannot exist together in their highest perfection.
quote by W. Somerset Maugham
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Telling Lies
You tell your lies unto your daughters
You told those lies unto their fathers
You tell them lies, in such a disguise
So later in years them you could deny.
You tell your lies unto your friends
You told those lies to all your men
You make up an excuse, just to confuse
So no one knows what you put them through.
You tell your lies unto your teacher
You told your lies unto your preacher
You then shed a tear, so with pity they'd hear
And also when no one else is ever near.
You tell your lies to any caller
You told your lies unto your lawyer
You say any word, though may be absurd
Even though from someone else you heard.
You tell your lies in your prayer
You told those lies to the choir
But you still will be blamed, for all the pain
As sadly you and your lying will remain.
You will tell your lies each and everyday
You will tell those lies when you get old and gray
Sadly you will tell them till, your heart beats still
But then hearing those lies no one else ever will.
You will tell your lies when you meet GOD
You will tell those lies with a pitiful nod
You will beg him again, that you did no sin
But GOD will know where you have been.
You will tell your lies when you meet the Devil
You will tell those lies as as you are at the same level
But at you he will grin, as he knows all your sin
As with you all those times he too has been.
Your daughters will sin and tell their lies
As to anyone that will listen they will also cry
As you taught them not the truth, but only how to use
So also their destiny from lies they did choose.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Unsaid
So much of what we live goes on inside–
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead.
poem by Dana Gioia
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Lie To Me
Lie to me. Tell me what I want to hear
'cause the truth just hurts too much.
Lie to me. Give me words insincere,
like you love me and my touch.
And even if I feel that they're not true
without these words what will I do?
I've heard them for so long a time from you
and still they make me feel brand new.
When I hear them whispered in my ear
I can pretend they're not lies that I hear.
So lie to me. Tell me lies.
I do not need to sympathize
and make myself come undone.
I just pretend that you still care
and strip my pride, strip it bare
and believe all the lies,
every last one.
So lie to me, my love.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Wha' a sober heart conceal a drunken tongue reveal.
Statistics are like bikinis. What they reveal is suggestive, but what they conceal is vital.
quote by Aaron Levenstein
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Innocents enjoy more
Faculty to predict events
Put one less curious
About things to happen.
Faculty to perceive motives
Put one less awful
About the people in esteem.
31.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Political Poachers
Written by dewey bunnell, 1977
Found on harbor.
Someone told me you got to be free
Someone told me to stand in the rear
Keep on searchin for kings in the street
Keep on cryin for something thats clear
You are one more posse to pass in the night
One more con to conceal
One more tiger to paint on a stripe
One more player to deal
Political poachers push plump packages
Past pacified places
Concerned citizens cry crude conduct
cause captain command
Dont do dreams
Do dreary drivel drive
Doctor, daddy divine
Prize shipment tonight, tomorrow tame tempers
To touch tender time
You are one more posse to pass in the night
One more con to conceal
One more tiger to paint on a stripe
One more player to deal
You are one more posse to pass in the night
One more con to conceal
One more tiger to paint on a stripe
One more player to deal
It takes one more moment of time in your life
One more light to reveal
One more place in the sun to turn ripe
One more kingdom to feel
You are one more posse to pass in the night
One more con to conceal
One more tiger to paint on a stripe
One more player to deal
It takes one more moment of time in your life
One more light to reveal
One more place in the sun to turn ripe
One more kingdom to feel
song performed by by America
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The well clad
Be not glad posing nude.
The well clad is well scanned.
To conceal is to reveal.
Women are adept in it.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 5. Sometimes I Hold it half a Sin
I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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