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#falsehoods
Those fake nails are real, it's his smile that isn't true. That wig is undeniably a real wig, but I don't think he's a real drag queen! That stone clad wall isn't real stone cladding but the plastic guttering is made from genuine plastic, unlike your happiness! The front of that building is just a facade. Don't you mock my Tudor! Her tan is real, she got it from a can, but the veneers on her teeth aren't bona fide! I forgot goldfish have three second memories, anyway that's a real distortion of the facts! People saying most of the bodies heat is lost through their heads makes my blood boil! Those falsehoods he didn't make up seemed legitimate isn't a thing that is not what its purported to be; just a sham? I don't believe you! Nepoleon was short, but then everyone was really short in those days, and bulls aren't colourblind so I red
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Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 3:09 PM UTC
Falsehoods
Remember they're monsters Not just in theory, but really It's no longer about the evidence (If it ever was...) But a call to collusion They want you silent Unless you recite after them So they can write papers On pipe dreams
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Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
Victims of Faster Science
Truth doesn't care what you think Truth will hunt you down quietly Truth is often cold and bleak Truth knows it'll catch up eventually Lies are just secrets nobody can keep Lies break you down unapologetically Lies are not solely used by the morally weak Lies devour the whole soul entirely Truth is hidden by the lies we seek, the falsehoods we speak Lies don't stay hidden naturally, falling apart gradually, at times, instantly Truth turns to lie with a simple tweak, a false win streak, don't peek Lies will always be part of humanity, but how much of that statement is tragedy? So maybe the lies aren't as bad as we think...what do you think? Be honest now, don't lie to me ©2023
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Dec 6, 2023
Dec 6, 2023 at 9:01 PM UTC
~•§•~ The Lies We Seek ~•§•~
~ *I see starfish from my false bottom canoe stretching the wave, a shimmer to the sound —slow, fast, wide, and narrow, then gray over blue in the empty mirth. I see trouble and strife, a beacon of decadence, trembling consistently on each note as if she had the permanent fever. I see death and transfiguration, (equal bedfellows), out of the ground as glorious wisteria, there's ether on hand and a lot of bridge work to cross the vocal span of our vibrato wars. I've only got time for the business at hand, these cobwebs in the corner (of history) can linger, or die like flies on the Queen of Compromise, who never was, who might have been, who will always be. am I cantillating or have I ventured into false memory syndrome again?* ~
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Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 12:45 PM UTC
Sightings in the Test Area During Autumn
Surprise overcomes Words seem nonsensical Fact checks become Daily headlines Pure prevarication Not mere vagueness Untruths, shams Two-faced attempts To cheat to win In a battle of ideas Better still, flooding Air-waves, all media With bogus pre-text That fend off A battle From ever being fought Fabricated? More than merely falsification Calling truth a lie Shout-downs over debate A campaign designed to Discredit, debunk and divide * (back in the day we called this **** and bull)
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Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
Prevaricated Politics*
You're only pretty If you wear this             have this             are this You're only cool If you smoke this             drink this             own this You need it NOW             Before it's gone! A new and improved you                   (Until we tell you otherwise)
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Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
The Following Is A Paid Advertisement
At this point in my life I’m fairly certain I’ve told more falsehoods than truths And most of them to my gullible self I’m trying to remedy that In the hope of hating myself just a little bit less (Wait that’s not true) In the hope of being forgiven if I’m found out Which, I guess Is why I’m writing this dumb poem (Wait that’s not quite true; I think this poem — and I Are rather clever)
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
At This Point In My Life
You don't get it, do you? You still think your money is your merit, your mansion is high fashion, your limousine the only car you'll never have to drive , your wife only a trophy. These falsehoods are like thick pieces of prime rib;   you suffer from emotional and physical gout. I shout, but you don't hear me. You are spiritually deaf. Your worth is deep within you, but buried by layers and layers of fat and fatuous values. At the Country Club, you are not bothered by blacks and latinos and Jews. Your only tenet is to keep your left arm straight. You consecrate Red Label instead of red wine. You cheat when playing poker, but it's OK because no one notices. You take a shower, but use no soap. What the **** Who cares? I am above all others! I'll take a Mulligan on that last shot. Boy, get me another ball! Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 6:45 PM UTC
YOU DON'T GET IT, DO YOU?
We need to measure the diametrics Of your ****** and body structure The radius of your smile The appearance of your eyes The height of your forehead The size of your nose The straightness of your shoulders The firmness of each breast The contours of your stomach The circumference of your waist The curvature of your **** Your thigh gap Hip width Knee symmetry Leg taper Hair growth Navel shape ****** color ***** length ... So we can Make you "Perfect"
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Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC
Computer Generated Image
The Deep fake era is upon us 
Every thing is fake these days 
Everything is a fraud 
Prepare for the deep fake world Fakery, fraud, and falsehoods abound All artfully done Killing the last shred of human decency left Everything is a deep fake these days
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Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 1:35 AM UTC
deep fake
Druga is illusion A symbol or a membrane A discus to be thrown To observe the arc in sunshine. She is not the ball To be shotput through She is not the goal But a passage by the soul. Sit, spread Your arms wide as rainbow. Wife, you have forgotten The son is not your daughter.
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Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
Clouds
Deep in the woods there is a land of falsehoods. The weight of regret vacillate. A land to create. I feel odium in this land. Lost souls that planed, planed to cross over. Wanting to takeover.
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
Woods
Spin it one more time, your story is so involving, I couldn't have heard right. Repeat it for me, please. That's what I thought. Any other day, I'd not say anything, pretend I buy your ******** Today, I can't let it go. I never ask. You volunteer. That makes the lying worse. Bother someone else, you ******* *****
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
An Odd Consolation| 2. Confabulation
the universe shakes me awake with an ache in my chest and for a moment i think it's just my ribs getting stuck again except I'm not having trouble breathing like i sometimes wish i look in the mirror and know I'm not alone it's four AM and not a soul stirs not even my own i think that's why my chest hurts mine's dead i think and now the spirit it leaves paints itself gold stroke by stroke "FALSEHOODS" i scream in the mirror "falsehoods" the reflection whispers and i weep a broken fragment trying to make itself new and worthy but what a lie the lies we tell ourselves and the lies they tell themselves. nothing is worthy but hush, just paint them gold
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
falsehoods that keep the poet awake
They look at me with pointed sharp eyes, Tell me it's all in my mind, I must be blind, I look at the bedroom wall and there is nothing, Yet my mind every moment is filled with so much activity. I see this world around me spinning but slowly, This whole social mirage keeps on changing, Except when I'm drifting at night at my home, Good or bad, right or wrong, but never once when I was alone, was I ever TRULY alone. They followed me this way and that through The streets, called to me, scold me or made me laugh, Vague clay statuesque devils or angels, I could not say, *But in the end you tell me it's all in my mind When the night becomes day.* You and me, dreams fake, but all in all it's what is the take, You and me, plain as can be, but we're having fun falling asleep, Face first into the cake. You and me, our hopes so free, but we're still stuck where we will Always be. So what is real? What is fake? It seems to you there's much at stake, In daring to dream, daring to fly! Why not just grow old fast, Whither and die? So why my grin, why your frown? Could it be that your Hatred has gotten You down? It will be a long walk home, trailing turning, all alone, Over my shoulder I hear your scorn, every day until I'm forlorn. Every turn I feel their eyes, they never leave, yet it's always been, Always will be that I'm blind, YOU WIN like you always would, It's got to be it's all in my mind...
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Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
The Minds Eye
In life you are a total nobody if you aren't: A "socialite superstar" who sacrifices moral for popularity A tech freak A work-a-holic A married man or woman (opposite *** only!) An insensitive "cowboy" A confederate flag sympathizer (incomparable to ****** I guess) A religious fanatic Someone who is so open minded they are open to bad or EVIL Rich as hell Extremely violent or purposefully "unaware of bullies" Anyone who graduated with honors (3.5 or higher, please!) Certain everyone should work and/or drive Covered by expensive life insurance Popular with dozens of "honest friends" A gun owner who doesn't believe in the need for regulation A cigarette smoker (but *** is a "bigger devil!") Hating cross dressers A nudist hater Built with a six pack Absolutely certain that every hippy is "the devil" A nature hater Willing to **** anything that moves (they are the pests) Giving away all natural love for money One who loves to go to war, a.k.a. "gung-ho" Gifted with perfected teeth One to ignore the "little lower people" at work/school A "brown noser," trying to even out-do your mentors A cheeky person obsessed with being manager (I'm #1!) Poised to kick someone out on a moments notice (no hustlers here!) Always on "mommy" and "daddies" side, even if they went too far The list goes on and on, but you need to be most of these to succeed!
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
You are a total nobody if...
When men brought him the Pandora's box, guns, the angel of "light," The "innocent and perfect" of all love, armed himself to the teeth, To bestow such "safety,"  around children when armed, allows us to risk The lives of all while the just "feel safer" having one, "less likely harmed," He is enlightened of all things and kills to survive, lives by the sword, But "can not die, will not die." He is the advent of all this and more, And he started this practically perfect way of staying safer in order To find more "dangerous targets," even children, to shoot at in war.
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
Prudent Devils of "Light"
The lakes and streams filled with natures goodness, Skys eerie and filled with only questions, The lilting laughs of the young playful women, And the prompting for springtime suggestions. I was always laughed at then, ridiculed, a joke. In the mornings I would bring with me as always Oats and honey for breakfast. Your beautiful doe Eyes always batted at me. I was youthful, bearded face, Strong lean body. My friends had all but abandoned me. Everyone said we were evil, poisoned fruit from a tree. The bon fire lit agains all of our faces, sparks flying into the sky. The woven basket filled with dates, nuts and rice, My work never finished, speaking of kindness, of life. They thought I was there to ruin them, to give them over To the authorities. My dream was to inspire them and give Them a better understanding of innocent philosophies, Never once did I mention eternal suffering or grief, let Alone the way a life without pain. I was there to enliven Their lives with music, with fine art, wild unruly entertainment, I never quite respected the forceful authority figures or The scorn of those who wanted us to "behave," But for one reason or another, everyone sought to clean Up each of my statements. But you were there, amazon lady, with such strength, And I your effeminate match, how could it be that I'd found Such a catch? Our story would go on to be silenced, Bound with lies, why? Because when they found Out the truth about us, they sought to change It to something popular, so they could sell it.
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
Past Ties
The lakes and streams filled with natures goodness, Skys eerie and filled with only questions, The lilting laughs of the young playful women, And the prompting for springtime suggestions. I was always laughed at then, ridiculed, a joke. In the mornings I would bring with me as always Oats and honey for breakfast. Your beautiful doe Eyes always batted at me. I was youthful, bearded face, Strong lean body. My friends had all but abandoned me. Everyone said we were evil, poisoned fruit from a tree. The bon fire lit agains all of our faces, sparks flying into the sky. The woven basket filled with dates, nuts and rice, My work never finished, speaking of kindness, of life. They thought I was there to ruin them, to give them over To the authorities. My dream was to inspire them and give Them a better understanding of innocent philosophies, Never once did I mention eternal suffering or grief, let Alone the way a life without pain. I was there to enliven Their lives with music, with fine art, wild unruly entertainment, I never quite respected the forceful authority figures or The scorn of those who wanted us to "behave," But for one reason or another, everyone sought to clean Up each of my statements. But you were there, amazon lady, with such strength, And I your effeminate match, how could it be that I'd found Such a catch? Our story would go on to be silenced, Bound with lies, why? Because when they found Out the truth about us, they sought to change It to something popular, so they could sell it.
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I am the lamp, I am this lighting, using up electricity I am the wall, I am this part of your expensive home I am the car, I ride too and from, to work and fun I am the computer, I addict you and take up your time I am the heater, I warm you and keep you from sickness I am the stove, I cook your food and boil your water I am the fridge, I protect your food and liquids from spoiling INSTANTLY And you are my slave, you will do what I say in return, Anything and everything, now that you have these things, You can never be alone, never have a day off, never be free, Never have enough time to rest or stay at home with family, EVER AGAIN.
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
Ownership
depression set in like the priest to sin trying to hide it when it all begins the snow falls down barring you underground hell bent and heaven sent who the **** knows were my mind went no way to win put on a grin hide it again your souls caves in exploding imploding like the shore life eroding this should not be how time is spent
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
The Curse of Groundhog Day
Yes I saw the truth in the hillside freeway In the grilled cheese sandwich for sale on Ebay With tortillas and butter they called me a ****** Because I saw the truth in the eyes of another Who decided to feed me a line of such rapture That captured my stature of pragmatic backed banter Gathered the trappings disbanded, I could map out the standard Wanting the pattern, the vibrancy frequented Masking the latency, the reader obsequious Addressing the nuance, ignoring complacency Significance amplified, convinced of this elevated Power to axiom, entropy celebrated Wax to a fault with a message converted While the layers of encryption serve to hold this position A raw disposition, hoping to see beyond this decision I can't see beyond the scope of the eye with conviction.
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC
Pareidolia