The Irrelevant Past
Nothing is said,
The question is asked
And the Past
Has a hundred meanings,
None of them lasts
Only until I, the creator,
Become the Past...
What I am told
Has no influence on the truth,
What I believe is the matter
When no fact is plain,
Proving any more or less real,
That it really happened
The way I am always altered
And now the question remains:
What can I say?
There is no other to confer! ...
If two people see the same thing,
When one calls it Blue
And the other Yellow,
It could be either one
But who knows,
Who can clearly sees the real color?
Only time will tell
And when the truth is revealed,
It would be too late for you to know
For you have become the Past...
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Quest and question
To ask a question beyond answering
may seem to some to be a waste of mind..
and yet it may advance some reasoning,
thus, other questions, real answers find:
for instance: if a soul remains itself
and yet is re-embodied many times
until it is returned to perfect health,
no longer grimy with our human crimes –
how can we guess, in this life’s noble aim,
what hideous past so slowly drags ‘our’ feet?
And – if we knew – would then some devilish claim,
the aim, to free our self, somehow defeat?
No answer comes; the question hangs in air;
but now it has been asked, truth may appear.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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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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Fairytale
Now my friend it's time for you
To break the spell
Your heart was torn in two
And somebody revealed the wall...
Now we stand together
Our fight is to be free
We never will surrender
We ride across the fields
Now it's time to break the silence
And the truth shall be revealed
Take the question mark from your head...
Let the fairytale be real
Let the fairytale be real!
song performed by by Gamma Ray
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Lying Truth
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
Because we got it from a 'reliable' source,
And who told you it was a 'reliable' source.
Ha, Is there any thing that is really called the truth.
For, every 'truth' told in this twisted and sinister world,
A lie is invented, concocted, told.
And when a question is asked, and the truth is required,
And if told, many events, considered dire,
Happen in response,
A white lie is told.
But the whitest lie, considered the truthful lie,
Thought up by those considered wise and selfless,
Is really the darkest, blackest, most deceiving lies of all.
Over time stories, true stories, turn to myths, myths to legends.
so why not lies, white lies too.
Centuries, years, maybe even weeks and days,
Turns the most deceiving and evil lies into the 'truth'.
So I come back to my original question,
But don't misconstrue my words,
For I dear not defy the truth,
The truth, so rare, that passes us unnoticed, unseen, undetected,
The rare truth that exists in this dark, sinister world.
So yes,
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
The truth, the truth, the lie.
poem by Michael Devenish
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The 'Truth
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
Because we got it from a 'reliable' source,
And who told you it was a 'reliable' source.
Ha, Is there any thing that is really called the truth.
For, every 'truth' told in this twisted and sinister world,
A lie is invented, concocted, told.
And when a question is asked, and the truth is required,
And if told, many events, considered dire,
Happen in response,
A white lie is told.
But the whitest lie, considered the truthful lie,
Thought up by those considered wise and selfless,
Is really the darkest, blackest, most deceiving lies of all.
Over time stories, true stories, turn to myths, myths to legends.
so why not lies, white lies too.
Centuries, years, maybe even weeks and days,
Turns the most deceiving and evil lies into the 'truth'.
So I come back to my original question,
But don't misconstrue my words,
For I dear not defy the truth,
The truth, so rare, that passes us unnoticed, unseen, undetected,
The rare truth that exists in this dark, sinister world.
So yes,
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
The truth, the truth, the lie.
poem by Michael Devenish
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The Rumour
(elton john/bernie taupin)
This is the last time
Ill look across this table
And try to face a feeling I dont even recognize
This is a sad hand
That reached across and touched you
When all wed built around us came crashing to the ground
There was a tide turning
Somewhere deep inside us
When all these years together seem lost behind my tears
Oh there were good times
But in between the dog days
I felt the pain of rumour whisper in my ears
But I still tried to love you
I still tried to care
Still tried to hold on with the power of my prayers
But you cant fight the rumour
You cant argue with you heart, no
Once the rumour spreads, once the rumour spreads
Once the rumour spreads, the truth is just a thing of the past
As the rain falls
I listen to the radio
And try to memorize the words to georgia on my mind
But were no old song
We never stood the test of time
The lies inside the rumour left trust so far behind
But I still tried to love you
I still tried to care
Still tried to hold on with the power of my prayers
But you cant fight the rumour
You cant argue with you heart, no
Once the rumour spreads, once the rumour spreads
Once the rumour spreads, the truth is just a thing of the past
And when we say goodbye
Be sure to look me in the eye
And know the real secret
Was the thing we didnt have to hide
But I still tried to love you
I still tried to care
Still tried to hold on with the power of my prayers
But you cant fight the rumour
You cant argue with you heart, no
Once the rumour spreads, once the rumour spreads
Once the rumour spreads, the truth is just a thing of the past
Once the rumour spreads, once the rumour spreads
The truth is just a thing of, its just a thing of
The truth is just a thing of the past
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Before This Night Is Through
(cantarelli & a anderson)
Producer for bonnie: jim steinman
I been crazy for you, so long
How could something so right turn out so wrong
Words, never mean what they say
Words just get in the way
Before this night is through
Gonna make you see
How l been blind to you
You been blind to me
Before this night is through were gonna get to the truth
Before this night is through
Gonna heal the pain
Before this night is through
Youll be back again
No matter what we do I know well be all right
Before this night is through
Hearts broken in pieces no time to mend
Without loving they fall apart in the end
Fools, never admit theyre wrong
They live their lives alone
Before this night is through
Girl were gonna see how I belong to you
You belong to me
Before this night is through were gonna get to the truth
Before this night is through
Well get past the pain
Before this night is through
Youll be back again
No matter what we do I know well be ll right
Before this night is through
Come inside close the door come to me now
Well find our way we know how
Let the past be the past let it all fall away
Baby I know we told lies and to lie is a sin
Well get to the truth we will simply begin
Instrumental.before this night is through were gonna get to the truth
Before this night is through
Well get past the pain
Before this night is through
Youll come back again
No matter what we do I know well be all right
Before this night, before this night is through
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Which Hurts The Most?
Which hurts the most
the truth or the lie?
Or are both equal is someone’s eyes.
The truth they say hurts,
only when you’ve done something wrong,
you never wanted to admit.
Now the lie is a twist of the truth.
Done by someone
who is frightened by the truth.
Again, I ask the question,
which hurts most
the truth or the lie?
The answer to the question
is only revealed,
by the hurt look in someone’s eyes.
poem by David Harris
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I Told Myself
I told myself
You do love me
Is it really true?
She asked me
I told myself
You care for me
Are you really sure?
She asked me
I told myself
You do miss me
As often as you?
She asked me
I told myself
You need me too
Are you guessing?
She asked me
I told myself
You never tell me
Why on Earth?
She asked me
I told myself
You hide a lot…
Is that friendship?
She asked me
I told myself
You think too much
Does he not feel?
She asked me
Tell me, my love
What shall I say?
To all those queries
That she asked me...
How should I answer?
What should I ponder?
Tell me the truth
For she still asks me...
You For Me
And Me For You
Is it the Future?
One last Question
She did ask me.
I don’t have the answers
Yet she keeps asking me…
May be, she knows,
One day, one moment
You’ll let her know
How you feel for me...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Past paved way for the future
Past paved way
For the present
Shall become past
To pave way for future
The cycle never stops
Present always
Compared to past
A better future
Wished by all
What will come?
Nobody knows
Hope and desire
Never ends
Brings light in eyes
And smile on face
Light or darkness?
Is a question
Answer to which
Nobody knows
One thing is certain
If one lives
Shall become old
Perish with time
Become memory
Of the past
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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To Amuse At The Expense Of Wasted Time
Would these be betting odds,
That an asking of someone...
Who has done something in their life,
For more than 'sixty years'.
And approached to be questioned,
What they have been doing...
Since they were last seen ten years ago?
And that question has been asked,
By that same person rerpeatedly.
And the response is known.
What would be the likely odds,
That the person asked the question...
Would 'not' be doing,
What has become an obvious love...
For what that person does.
Should the one asking that same question,
Take a gamble and ask another question...
That would initiate a conversation,
Expressing a real interest?
And not just say the same thing to re-tread.
I maybe wrong about this,
But...
Leaving the person feeling a sense of being appreciated,
Would probably reveal a human being existing.
Instead of a novelty to amuse at the expense of wasted time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is a mistake to think that the past is dead. Nothing that has ever happened is quite without influence at this moment. The present is merely the past rolled up and concentrated in this second of time. You, too, are your past; often your face is your autobiography; you are what you are because of what you have been; because of your heredity stretching back into forgotten generations; because of every element of environment that has affected you, every man or woman that has met you, every book that you have read, every experience that you have had; all these are accumulated in your memory, your body, your character, your soul. So with a city, a country, and a race; it is its past, and cannot be understood without it.
quote by Will Durant
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One Blue Buffalo (Sestina)
Snow swirled and blew over the plain
the minutes melted into hours
the frosted buffalo stood still
solid against the breath of time
it faced life and death with scotch
colored eyes, affected by nothing and no one
each winter struggle the buffalo won
illustrated mastery of blue sky and plain—
wicked winds and flying ice could not scotch
survival that desperately depended on each hour
it was the buffalo’s time—the natives’ time
and without hesitation it remained still
history remembers lost time, still
it is accepted by most and accurate to no one
misrepresentations are drawn by this time—
what happened on the buffalo’s plain
or in the blue of each pond, each hour
history changes—reality is scotched
wicked truths, told through fifths of Scotch
through the gaze of the present hold time still,
moments disregard the buffalo to becomes ours,
the blue past of many is unwillingly chained to one—
ancient sunsets over purple and yellow plains
are prisoners of industry, technology, history and time
ancient senses remain unaffected by lavender, sage or thyme
they cannot revive what books have done to scotch
the blue buffalo that dotted the wicked plain
the petrified past is bound to remain still,
years, days, faces, herds, species become one—
books have the inability to retrieve a single hour
or a history that is the buffalo’s, the natives’, ours
when books are replaced by computers, in time,
history will be reborn, all of our days will become one
technology will distort this time, scotch
our truths, a hundred thousand sunsets will remain still
billions of blue lives will paint a picture that’s plain
our truths and a past we’ll never know become scotched
time is irrelevant when lives mesh to singular sights—everything’s still
one blue buffalo stands on a museum wall in the whirl of winter winds, silent against time’s plain
poem by Jane L. Carman
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Wake up to a happy day.
Wake up to a happy day, make yourself glad,
This is the only way never to be sad or mad.
Never give in for a bad mood,
You ruin yours and everybody's life, don't be a dead wood.
It is up to you what you choose,
Don't live in misery, which you should refuse
You have only this moment, this hour or day,
Why would you ruin it, that is not the way.
The past is gone, you cannot fix or go back,
Too late to correct the seemingly wrong track.
With time you'll find the truth and the way,
Whatever happened to you in the past, can clear up the today.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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God's Truth Will Always Stand
His truth will always stand
Though I be tossed about
By the winds of doubt
His truth will always stand
Though I close my eyes to faith
Then lie to myself that I am safe.
His truth will always stand
No matter what I do
However I am blue
His truth will always stand:
His Son's died in our place for all our sins
Past, future, and the ones we're in.
His truth will always stand:
He is a righteous but forgiving all powerful God
He can make something out of a dirt clod.
His truth will always stand--
So I will forget all which does not stay
And hope in the one who is for always.
poem by Heidi Bockus
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You live in the present and you eliminate things that don't matter. You don't carry the burden of the past. I'm not impressed by the past very much. The past bores me, to tell you the truth; it really bores me. I don't remember many movies and certainly not my own.
quote by Paulette Goddard
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Breath by Breath
Our moments are precious and
Our time is now.
Use it wisely and use it well!
There is no connecting the past
And future. The presence is the
in-between and only lasts but
Less than a breath.
The presence is so fast,
a blink of an eye and it is the past!
Then are we really living our future with
each inhale and our past goes out
with each exhale?
Are is it really just a pretence of presence?
Future - Past,
Future - Past,
Future - Past!
poem by JDarrell Kirkley
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Just One Of Those Days Really...
yes, there were eternally bleeding palms
Pio, do you remember the name?
astigmatic, and there were those many names
many images, so many mirages and
desert suns, oasis, camels, Bedouins,
scimitars of the past conversations
the origami of storks and ponds
there was this chines frog who made it to the seven rivers
that koi that turned into a dragon guarding the eunuch of the empire
so many words said and you think
those were wastes, they never had any meaning at all
except that gullibility of the gulls
but who knows, you maybe wrong ultimately for dismissing
some facades of poems
people are poets and they cannot tell you the meanings of surfaces
submarines go deeper and will not announce its resurfacing
corals there, colored fish, pearls, sunken treasures of the past
who knows, there may be real stories there
hands that bury metaphors
euphemisms that actually carry truth between the legs
of their syllables
you should have known better and when you believe all these at once
i tell you, you were never wrong.
it is just one of those days, when words are more real.
i never regret having said them, drawn the lines, and fortified my forts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Truth Hurts
Truth Hurts"
[Intro]
Yeah umm
See its situations like this
That causes us players to get caught up
In umm the truth
Yeah
What you doing, where you been?
I paged you and you aint hit me back
I been callin and I know you see my number on that caller I.D.
Just listen to the words
[Verse 1]
I got reason to believe that youve been foolin around
The way you feel, the past you lived
The things you did
It dont matter to me
For what its worth just dont lie to me
Cause that aint what I need right now
Baby, everything we built on trust
Youre tearing it down
Cause I know the truth hurts {truth hurts}
[Chorus]
Tell me the truth now
What cha been doing and who
Ya been doing it with {truth hurts}
Where you been going and
How you been putting ya thing down {truth hurts}
Whatever youz was working I
Hope that it was worth it baby {truth hurts}
I got reason to believe that you been foolin around
[Verse 2]
Girl, Im really tryin hard to understand
I want to move on and put it in the past
Cause, you claim that you aint doin nothing
Must be my insecurities
Its got the best of me right now
What I know I cant hold it inside of me
Its gonna drive me insane
[Chorus]
Tell me the truth now
What cha been doing and who
Ya been doing it with {truth hurts}
Where you been going and
How you been putting ya thing down {truth hurts}
Whatever youz was working I
Hope that it was worth it baby {truth hurts}
I got reason to believe that you been foolin around
Bah bah bah bah baah
Bah bah bah bah baah
Bah bah bah bah baah
Bah bah bahbah
Sing it with me now
Bah bah bah bah baah
Bah bah bah bah baah
Bah bah bah bah baah
Bah bah bahbah
I cant hold on {truth hurts}
Now wait a minute
Oh, listen babe {truth hurts}
The truth is Ive got the secret
Ive been keeping from you baby
Cause I know that you
Will tear up the place
Punch me in my face
Pull the hot grits out
I think you need to sit down oh
I been blaming you
When I the one doing wrong
Im gonna go on
My guilty conscience
Is the real reason I wrote this song
[Chorus x2]
Tell me the truth now
What cha been doing and who
Ya been doing it with {truth hurts}
Where you been going and
How you been putting ya thing down {truth hurts}
Whatever youz was working I
Hope that it was worth it baby {truth hurts}
I got reason to believe that you been foolin around
Bah bah bah bah baah
Bah bah bah bah baah
Bah bah bah bah baah
Bah bah bahbah
Bah bah bah bah baah
Bah bah bah bah baah
Bah bah bah bah baah
Bah bah bahbah
song performed by by Usher
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To Stare Truth Directly in the Eye
Unaware, kept in the darkness
Like bread of life lies were offered and consumed
Accepted in my youthful innocence
Oh what a tormenting grip on me you held
I knew not when the veil was lifted
With such swiftness the floodgates would be opened
Truth pouring forth, surging with mighty force
Consuming like a fire, purging the essence of my soul
Freeing memories from a haunted past
I beg the world not look upon me with contempt
For truth to me were the lies I had been fed
A child being nurtured in the guise of righteousness
Innocence being bathed in unholy transgression
When the truth to me was revealed
I tried to hide my face from light
Tried to hide the shame
Tried to be consumed in pain
Longed for darkness all around
Oh such a frightening thing to stare truth directly in the eye
It ushers in revelations of the past
Now embracing what was mine all along
For truth had not been stolen away
Only locked away for me to find
All along the key was me
Oh such a freeing thing to stare truth directly in the eye
poem by Jennifer Batch
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