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Post by anirbas on Oct 18, 2006 23:38:48 GMT -6
Truth...
Strange word...
I roll it upon my tongue...
Odd or not, truth isn't concrete...
It's fluidic...Something different
to everyone...
If I told the truth,
my truth...
It wouldn't
seem as beautiful
to the listener,
as it does to me...
In my head...
Nothing
I regret...
But, this truth
I carry within me...
This truth...
Could and will defy gravity...
Once it leaves my lips...
Shall rip worlds apart,
quite possibly...
Perhaps, I damned myself
to this predicament in the first place...
For afterall, did I not say, I dared...
And so I did...And did I not say...
Proudly, I'd wear this single
letter of truth, if ever
it came down to it...
In my denial...
I am not wearing
it proudly...
As I did
damn
myself
to this
predicament...
All's well,
that ends well,
as the old saying goes...
Good thing I just happen
to like the way the letter A looks...
Even if it was all for nothing in the end...
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 18, 2006 23:49:37 GMT -6
How one sees truth, as another does, is not always the same.
But does it make it neccesarily more right, or more wrong ? I don't think so..
but it certainly brings into question.. how does one determine what truth is ?
Powerful, Brilliant writing, Nir. i do love how you get my thoughts churning, with the most simple ideas.
~ Soul
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 18, 2006 23:54:15 GMT -6
A word, translucent..
almost ~
Which shadows, truth
a lie ?
Or perhaps, simply not as you see
life ~
A meaning, which gives itself too
another ~
Without really showing itself completely
belief ?
Perhaps it is trust, that this is right..
or is it ?
A word, conflicting
of emotions and faith
idealistic ?
Contradicting of self and everything..
questioning ~
But still unsure |
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Post by dawness on Oct 19, 2006 5:43:54 GMT -6
true or false
this game has never ended since time
came to give birth
to never-ending prophecies
of what is honesty and truth.
there are so many meanings
because
because
who knows what it truth
when it is twinned with what is false?
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Post by anirbas on Oct 19, 2006 20:19:56 GMT -6
Delighted you enjoyed the poem and in turn were inspired to set your thoughts churning...
And thank you for your comments on my strange offering, S'fir...
And ladies S'fir and Aurora...I adora the offerings you left herah...Here, or there...
As always, got morah? warning...lame dame loose on site and in plain site tonight...
Nirah...
~*~
strange word...
adultress...
sounds
like a high
dollar brand
of shampoo
and conditioner...
such as the bedhead brand...
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 20, 2006 6:10:38 GMT -6
a word,
unlike any other
as it wraps and entwines
around the tongue
constricting..
suffocating..
but full of desire
longing..
surrendering..
of one's deepest needs
and wants
as it falls like silk,
with easing of doubts
and second nature,
becoming lost in it's persuasive
and erotic sound
hollow, but echoing
as it rumbles deep with inside
that which makes us..
as one
entwining..
unravelling..
full of heat and raised heartbeat
syllables falling from tongue, as
a word |
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Post by Juan Castrocafe on Nov 3, 2006 10:24:38 GMT -6
how about the word fidget...come on...fidge it...fidgit...who the f$#5.72 came up with this word...say it again...fidget...yeah, the truth...the truth...makes most people fidget when facing it...and I see a lot more fidgeting than people getting to that word...truth...great word though...
fidget that is...
heee hawww....I saw the donkey and now I am saved!!!!! ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY ASS!!!
p.s.: yep, my sanity really was in the dog poo ate by the maggots of the fly I killed and resurrected in a salt bath...
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Post by Juan Castrocafe on Nov 3, 2006 10:28:21 GMT -6
I have done that trip..to somewhere over the rainbow...Dorothy wasn't there, neither was the tinman...but I did see Willie Nelson, we hung out, got high..it was cool...
do love your stuff on truth..today is absolute tom foolery day...insane day, pee pee on the electric fence day...fling poo back at the zoo monkey day...forgive me...for I am full of my own silliness...silly putty..yeah, that wasn't an egg I had for breakfast this morning...funny, I do remember that eggs aren't some shade hot pink and break apart in two matching halves...but the stuff fried up good....
I am too trippin....but soberly...really...really....real "e"...
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Post by anirbas on Nov 4, 2006 2:40:04 GMT -6
talk about your roller coaster ride...S'fir had me breathless describing speech... and then LW, had me roflmao...talk about your one/two punch...thanks, folks! it was an exhilarating cypherical ride! ya'll got more? and thanks for honoring this thread with your own creative mental meanderments. got more?  Nir.  |
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Post by Juan Castrocafe on Nov 6, 2006 11:16:16 GMT -6
all I got is a pocket full of mice and fish food at the moment...and oddly, one aquarium net..other than that, my mind is really a total blank...fortunately, this piece of paper I have in my wallet explains a great deal as to who I am and just how responsible I have to be...perhaps I shall write in George Jefferson over the name on it and when I forget who I am again..I shall demand to know where my dry cleaning business has gone...and possibly, one of my bitches needs to be paying me up my money (you know George Jefferson was a pimp..just the way he strutted, and then there is Louise...oh yeah...he was a pimp..no way in Hades he wasn't macking the town)...
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Post by anirbas on Nov 6, 2006 20:20:23 GMT -6
haha...that's so funny...it's like you were channeling George Carlin...
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Nir.
