I Let You And The World Know, Lago Lago
The one who follows you
follows me also...
Day after day miracles happen
With not explanation
But through the world that is speaking
A gentle admonition
Or a harsh reprimand
Always there is the image
Of who I am
Before me in my peers...
Standing alone
I listen to others repeating thoughts
That were mine moments before
And I used to wonder how they knew
Or if it was ridicule
Exposing my private world
And then I realized
That people were not to blame
For the reality I made
And the echoes I feared
Were the recording
Of my own voice....
But why-should I hear myself
Speaking through others
As if every idea immediately
Impresses on the environment
A form of existence
Whose origin can be traced back to me...
As though a great adversary
Suddenly turned to me and said,
'I have been wrong about you
Let me make it up to you
And offer my unlimited assistance
You have passed the test,
Become aware,
Now go-and live to your fullest extent.'
I wonder if this was a last wish
Or if I have died already
But I decided that
A secret had been let go
An undefinable actuality
Transpiring any possibility
Into a fragile and complex reality...
My reality, as I understand....
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Accustomed To Her Face
Out of the dark I see a face
one of beautiful and sincere complex
I wish I knew when that face would come
and guide me to a better place.
This face, I seem to know from somewhere
It still exists, not only as a figment of my imagination,
but rather, one in a desperate situation for me.
That face whose is it? but someone's
Those eyes, what do they see? but a story
Her mouth and lips, what could they do?
but speak and smile to me.
That expression, whose is it? but mine to see;
I try and understand the message conveyed.
Has it ever occurred to anyone that it might be the one for me?
In a world of fantasy I deem she's mine,
but who else could she belong to?
I find it hard to realise the position
of what I have witnessed has put me in.
Who would possibly keep her away from me?
but someone like myself, I'm sure she knows.
It is the only answer I can offer.
Then I may have a twin in the world;
perhaps my one and only adversary
in my love dream yet to come true.
The face has gone back into the gloom
Her face has gone...............................
Why did she appear as if with news?
Back into the past I think for clues....
Not just to haunt or torment me it seems
but to remind me that she exists in reality.
Not only just as someone out of my dreams
making the hope of finding her an actuality.
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Note: A very early poem written over 35 years ago
poem by George Krokos
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The Olympic Movement gives the world an ideal which reckons with the reality of life, and includes a possibility to guide this reality toward the great Olympic Idea.
quote by Pierre de Coubertin
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Day Dreaming
I day dream most times
day and night
and come back to
This Reality
with a Start.
Day-Dream world
pleases me;
rich
tapestries
and there
many of my lives
converge and mingle.
Is it so wrong to live there
much of my day?
To wrap my Soul
in that world and play?
So many of the things
I love
only reside there
what harm
can there be with
loving and being with
that pleasing Reality?
Swapping day Dream World
for work
and this Harsh Life
seems
only a proposition
one might accept
who likes harsh.
I do not.
I like rainbows
and pretty things
and they
all live
and sing
in my Day Dreams.
You can find me there
by singing.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The layman always means, when he says "reality" that he is speaking of something self-evidently known; whereas to me it seems the most important and exceedingly difficult task of our time is to work on the construction of a new idea of reality.
quote by Wolfgang Pauli
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Cover yourself reality is about to happen
Cover yourself reality is about to happen.
They live together with happyness yes they are married i know. Daddy daddy she calls mama mommy he call things are okay. They smile nonestop laugh nonestop talk none stop but alcohol had to stop it.
Cover yourself reality is about to happen.
They created off springs beautiful and handsome what do they know they are kids. They then decided love was enough so insults can come in kids will understand violence began its not abuse they say they are inlove even though he strangles her to hospital its okay.
Cover yourself reality is about to happen
i'd rather get a ben 10 then ill be in control. So does he as sugar daddy dont worry kids are asleep.
Are you sure?
If yes how sure are you?
Devorce apeared kids are awake they forget kids do what they see not told. They got into the sugar mama dady story.
Got kids and hid them just like mama and daddy did...
Cover yourself reality is to happen
they decided truth be told...
Yet some were asleep under for the truth was too much history does it again
cover yourself reality is about to happen and this is another episode of life
poem by Ernest Makuakua
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World Of Make Believe
[Bonus track]
On golden wings
She flies at night
With her dress
It's blinding white
Countless diamonds
And her long blonde hair
The queen is coming
So you better be aware
Her plums and flowers
They're never the same
Blue and silver
It's all her game
Flying dragons
And enchanted woods
She decides, she creates
It's her reality
[REF:] In her world of dreams and make believe
She reigns forever
With all her glory
Unicorns appear in her sight
The fireflies lead her trough these woods at night
In search of the legendary amulet
And it's secret
In the big oak there is a door
Which will lead her
To the wizard shore
And she'll ask him
For the wind to sail her home
To the world where she belongs
[REF:] In her world of dreams and make believe
She reigns forever
With all her glory
In this world of endless fantasy
She makes it happen
It's her reality
[REF:] In her world of dreams and make believe
She reigns forever
With all her glory
In this world of endless fantasy
She makes it happen
It's her reality
song performed by by Within Temptation
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World Of Make Believe
[Bonus track]
On golden wings
She flies at night
With her dress
It's blinding white
Countless diamonds
And her long blonde hair
The queen is coming
So you better be aware
Her plums and flowers
They're never the same
Blue and silver
It's all her game
Flying dragons
And enchanted woods
She decides, she creates
It's her reality
[REF:] In her world of dreams and make believe
She reigns forever
With all her glory
Unicorns appear in her sight
The fireflies lead her trough these woods at night
In search of the legendary amulet
And it's secret
In the big oak there is a door
Which will lead her
To the wizard shore
And she'll ask him
For the wind to sail her home
To the world where she belongs
[REF:] In her world of dreams and make believe
She reigns forever
With all her glory
In this world of endless fantasy
She makes it happen
It's her reality
[REF:] In her world of dreams and make believe
She reigns forever
With all her glory
In this world of endless fantasy
She makes it happen
It's her reality
song performed by by Within Temptation
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Sounds Of Reality
You want to sit in silence
just to gather your thoughts,
however you know that something
will shatter that shell apart.
The silence that you crave
will vanish in sounds of reality.
You want to sit without
any outside influence
invading your shell of silence
you have built around yourself.
Sadly the inevitable will happen
and the shell will be shattered.
The sounds of reality
creep into our lives
in those precious moments
when we need to be
alone with our thoughts
and as quiet as can be.
Some don’t understand
the quiet distance others need
and invade it with idle noise
from their chatter to a TV blast
which will shatter your silence shell
with the sounds of reality.
You feel like shouting
get out of my space
and leave me alone,
but then you doubt
if they will understand
and you suffer in the sounds of reality.
24 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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Reality Sucks
O.k. maybe you know it better
Oh oh reality sucks
Nobody helps you to make it feel better
Oh oh reality sucks
And youre a dropout that stays away
Might be that evil took over
Oh oh reality sucks
Youre getting to old now
To cause a stampede
Oh oh reality sucks
So youre boozing your life away
Youre blown your brain away
Reality sucks
Oho reality sucks
Now you see your life has passed you by
Oh oh reality sucks
You took a shortcut
Through the junkyard of life
Maybe thats why reality sucks
Now youre boozing your life away
Blowing your head away
But dreams didnt make your day
cause reality sucks
Oh oh reality sucks
Reality sucks
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Reality
The world that shown by flakes is so hard
Ruining reality
The illusion felt so real
Reality, where is my reality?
Everybody has a deep hole in their heart
Holding the wound and crying
But everybody keep moving forward
The world that shown by flakes
The world that I face now
If think it so
My reality
Reality is already here
Though it’s very painful
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Heavens Children
United (I get tired of speaking)
What if youre a lonely boy?
What if youre a broken man?
What if youre just tired of speaking?
I live with my heartache, you bet that I do
Im sad and Im shaken, Im empty and so blue
Magical function, I gave it all to you
They say theyll never let you down
United we stand so tall
They say theyll never let you down
United we fall
What if youre a lonely boy?
What if youre a broken man?
What if youre just tired of speaking?
What if youre alone at night?
What if were all heavens children?
I grew up in darkness, my enemies few
I gave you my life, it was easy for you
No explanation, this boy has grown up too
That say theyll never let you down
United we stand so tall
They say theyll never let you down
United we stand so tall
They say theyll never let you down
United we fall
I believe the world should always be our standing ground
And I believe the world should hold us close
And spin this great big world around
Dont be scared at night alone
And spin this great big world around
What if youre a lonely boy?
What if youre a broken man?
What if youre just tired of speaking?
What if they break hearts for you?
(and I will never let go)
What if your intent is true?
(no matter how we control)
What if youre just tired of crying
(I will never let you go, no matter how we control)
Heavens children
I was young but still I knew
People were just frightened too
I would talk, they would not hear me
I have been a lonely boy
I have been a broken man
I am here and still crying
song performed by by Culture Club
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Gotta Have You
Never been too much for watching
Cause theres too many things to view
And when eyes begin to wander
They more than likely never get through
But beyond my own temptation
Im enticed by what I see
And I wont feel satisfaction
Until shes where I want her to be
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
I gotta make you my reality
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Come on girl, make you my reality
Never been too much for talking
Cause theres too many things to say
And by the time that I start speaking
The right moment has slipped away
But I must break this old tradition
And try to muster up the words
And though someone else may have said them
Ill say them in way youve never heard
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Ive gotta make you my reality
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Come on girl, make you my reality
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
(repeat)
Never been too much for touching
Cause theres too many things to feel
Plus theres too much disappointment
When you find out those feelings aint real
But heres a time when inner senses
Are gonna have to shine the light
Cause I have overly committed
Myself in thinking that youre alright
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
I gotta make you my reality
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Come on girl, make you my reality
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
(repeat)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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This Is My Voice
This is my voice,
Sad, prolonged, fever pitched,
With some intermittent turbulence
In between a concentrated discourse
But
Still in a slow, smooth, sailing like
A canoe on a very clear silent running river
And
Some rapids, and rocks somewhere, may distort,
This voice
Of mine,
Or
At the edge for which a waterfall rages,
This
Voice
Of
Mine,
May sound like a violent fall of a hundred heavy waters,
Not a drip, but a hundred heavy, heavy falling waters,
As though the whole word is falling down
On your
Shoulder,
This is my voice, sad, on a prolonged agony,
But somehow, when tickled may move into
A mystery, not discounting the possibility of
An ecstasy,
A fantasy,
And you, my love, my beautiful reader, may hear this voice
Speaking to you in a hush of silence,
This is my voice; hear it for what it is, that is all that I ask of you,
I am myself speaking. I am real, this voice of mine.
Listen to me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nineteen
This is my voice,
Sad, prolonged, fever pitched,
With some intermittent turbulence
In between a concentrated discourse
But
Still in a slow, smooth, sailing like
A canoe on a very clear silent running river
And
Some rapids, and rocks somewhere, may distort,
This voice
Of mine,
Or
At the edge for which a waterfall rages,
This
Voice
Of
Mine,
May sound like a violent fall of a hundred heavy waters,
Not a drip, but a hundred heavy, heavy falling waters,
As though the whole word is falling down
On your
Shoulder,
This is my voice, sad, on a prolonged agony,
But somehow, when tickled may move into
A mystery, not discounting the possibility of
An ecstasy,
A fantasy,
And you, my love, my beautiful reader, may hear this voice
Speaking to you in a hush of silence,
This is my voice; hear it for what it is, that is all that I ask of you,
I am myself speaking. I am real, this voice of mine.
Listen to me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I will be speaking to you in my own voice
This is my voice,
Sad, prolonged, fever pitched,
With some intermittent turbulence
In between a concentrated discourse
But
Still in a slow, smooth, sailing like
A canoe on a very clear silent running river
And
Some rapids, and rocks somewhere, may distort,
This voice
Of mine,
Or
At the edge for which a waterfall rages,
This
Voice
Of
Mine,
May sound like a violent fall of a hundred heavy waters,
Not a drip, but a hundred heavy, heavy falling waters,
As though the whole word is falling down
On your
Shoulder,
This is my voice, sad, on a prolonged agony,
But somehow, when tickled may move into
A mystery, not discounting the possibility of
An ecstasy,
A fantasy,
And you, my love, my beautiful reader, may hear this voice
Speaking to you in a hush of silence,
This is my voice; hear it for what it is, that is all that I ask of you,
I am myself speaking. I am real, this voice of mine.
Listen to me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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?
>
>
> whisperkwane
>
> [email protected]
>
>
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Not In Touch With Reality
They have no idea what reality is, while thinking God doesn’t exist.
These people seem to be everywhere, living their life without a care.
But the little reality that they see was planned by God in Eternity.
Friend, God created every single man as part of His Sovereign Plan.
Many my friend, believe God to be, nothing more than man’s fantasy.
The need for them to believe is something that they can’t conceive.
Instead of wanting to believe, they choose to live a life deceived.
They have no idea why they’re here and no belief beyond this sphere.
They only believe in natural birth then they simply decay in the earth.
Believing that they have evolved, when they die they just dissolve.
Truth for them is only relevant and it changes with every new event.
Sin to them is just a choice, while our concerns are simply noise.
Living life with an amoral mind, all moral thought by them is denied.
They say there are no absolutes, to what we claim to be God’s Truth.
But one question they will ignore, ask them are you absolutely sure?
They live in a world all their own and they’re going to die alone.
Their life of sin is not of The Lord, and by Him it will not be ignored.
All Sin and evil that you see will be destroyed, in the fire of Eternity.
Even if one ignores this fate, from God’s Judgment he won’t escape.
Reality they will know for sure when they’re in the fire forevermore.
For every single man’s reality extends, my friend, far into Eternity.
With no grasp of eternity, they have no idea what their end will be.
Even if they don’t understand, all before God’s Judgment will stand.
But friend they shall see, when before Him they’re on bended knee.
For every man has a destiny, and this they shall face in Eternity.
Maybe All Of Life Is Caught In Brilliant Moments
Maybe all of life is caught in brilliant moments,
when the physical and spiritual becomes one
moments of bliss, moments of true happiness
and I am remembering the times that are gone
while I struggle on in a world mixing truth and fallacy,
in love and loving and the war of these to get the upper hand
and have to make a living in a confronting kind of reality
and maybe we mortal beings do not really understand
that loving is in reality a free thing;
in lives that have been spoilt selfishly
we want to control and tame everything
and are not content in leaving things to develop naturally
but the adventure of loving and live still goes on
while in living with the pathway of life we move along.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Vision Of Peace In The Dna-affected Reality
the origin of reality non-negotiable pride which is anger, depression and jealousy in the middle of always mid-night you are nothingness-myth-creation
journey through the understanding of metamorphosis on the surface of the world's skin
negotiated truths
propositional statements but not images of the world
games out of fussy logic
journey into the soul of ragged time, looped hole of existential texts
unbirthdays
unrecognizable hopes standing on the feet of running social unrests
u-to-reality
you to reality of peace balanced fluxus of virtual touches
eat, sleep, sex and activities of poetry on the verge of peace-edge
The Nirvana
Tracing the primordial culture of truth
in its oneness, we find the ultimate answer.
Still the negative effect prevails
increasing the confusion.
Existence in now, has a travesty of truth.
Can we breakaway from our past?
Can we exist between right and wrong?
Between good and evil?
Between truth and fiction?
How many faces has reality?
The Self amalgamates the formulations
provides the mind with the safe exits.
The visualization
was not a happening, not actuality
an escape from pain & reality?
The thoughts were always disturbing
creating a false identity.
Thoughtless self had no movement.
Was that the nirvana?
The final moksha?
poem by Satish Verma
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