"truthless" poems
Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expired,
And past return are all my dandled days;
My love misled, and fancy quite retired—
Of all which passed the sorrow only stays.
My lost delights, now clean from sight of land,
Have left me all alone in unknown ways;
My mind to woe, my life in fortune’s hand—
Of all which passed the sorrow only stays.
As in a country strange, without companion,
I only wail the wrong of death’s delays,
Whose sweet spring spent, whose summer well-nigh done—
Of all which passed the sorrow only stays.
Whom care forewarns, ere age and winter cold,
To haste me hence to find my fortune’s fold.
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Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expir’d,
And past return are all my dandled days;
My love misled, and fancy quite retir’d—
Of all which pass’d the sorrow only stays.
My lost delights, now clean from sight of land,
Have left me all alone in unknown ways;
My mind to woe, my life in fortune’s hand—
Of all which pass’d the sorrow only stays.
As in a country strange, without companion,
I only wail the wrong of death’s delays,
Whose sweet spring spent, whose summer well-nigh done—
Of all which pass’d only the sorrow stays.
Whom care forewarns, ere age and winter cold,
To haste me hence to find my fortune’s fold.
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Stars can only be seen in darkness,
A wealthy foundation has nothing to do with greatness,
Love is not completely selfless,
The journey to heaven is not painless.
Nothing is is actually valueless,
the boldest isn't completely fearless,
death doesn't always mean one is breathless,
And Judges are often truthless.
Denial might be an act of pureness,
Rejection a show of kindness,
Speaking up attimes can be senseless,
And a hug does not always represent oneness.
A soldiers retreat doesn't always mean weakness,
An enemy's surrender might be smartness,
A woman's smile may not be happiness,
A child's determination might be born out of emptiness.
Marraige vows are usually baseless,
We are alive because our hearts are restless,
Scientists are mostly clueless,
Psycologists usually feel helpless.
Caring for the poor might be termed madness,
But many wealthy are now homeless,
And even if we're not treated with fairness,
You and i are definitely priceless.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
I accept atheism, agnosticism,
Transmigration, reincarnation,
Obliteration and nothingness.
These beliefs include all religions,
Yes, Voodoo, Satanism, Witchcraft,
Judaism, Christianity, Muslim, Hindu,
Shintoism, and Buddhism
(even Scientology).
Some sects aren't polite.
I won't mention the one that rhymes with:
Vileness, truthless, bias, noxious, menace,
Hubris, vicious, **** prejudice, malice,
Callous, darkness, heinous, carcass or badness.
I might lose my head, or something.
But all the others,
They're based on humanitarianism,
And isn't that what it's all about?
Us,
Not them.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
I find myself,
In a timid place,
Under a tepid light,
With a treacherous task.
But is it the the task,
Or the truthless lies,
That I've been told,
Many times?
But the time has come,
And left in a tick.
For me to tweak up,
Not live with these tricks.
And so I tilt,
In an idle trance,
In a troubling place,
With this task at hand.
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 11:32 PM UTC
half toothless and half truthless
his stubborness can be ruthless
living half a century ago
not up to date with what we currently know
he move's so slow you wonder if he's ever passed go
calls current truths propaganda
he look's for knowledge in outdated memoranda
living in the past because modern days are too fast
a young fellow shouldn't listen unless he wants to end up in last
but he still has some soundness
what he says is sometimes the profoundest
he can make you think twice
and doesn't care if it isn't nice
but he'll still show compassion in his outdated fasion
long lost was his life filled with passion
the young and the old will continue to clash
but it's up to the youth to not act rash
because at one point that old man was like you
so decisive that his convictions were absolutely true
wouldn't the world be perfect if we both only knew
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
Your strokes they were just so truthless
Your colours they made me ruthless
Made me stand and stare at my reflection
You told me my eyes were just perfection
You let me finish dreaming
But it turns I was hopeless
You painted my picture
Never let me see the truth
Of what canvas holds
And when you hung it up in my heart
I never felt so cheated
Those eyes you tried to perfect
They weren't mine
Those lips, rose and red
They never lived
Your black frame lied like like a raven
Showed me a picture I never was in
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
To be more
than the shame
staining my skin
a pallid shade
of grey,
would be more
than the dreams,
painting the windows
of my mind
with a rosy tint,
of hope
of chance;
it would be
all.
But,
is this pinkish-haze
from the comfort
of reveries,
as I’m enveloped
in velvety corolla?
Or are these
the malignant,
sardonic
barbs,
that foretell
my fate
as a truthless soul
in an honest
reality?
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
I
Happiness—that light
light, that full breath, that
essence in essence
is beyond me
Within—possible—it is me,
is always,
what I could be forever
and so
is beyond me
Only to be lived
when I am past, when life
has truly gone
beyond me
II
Is what is full, is whole—
all of all
conceivabilities, which absorb
all and take in all
like a first breath, breathing
everything—the wild message in
feeling and being and vitality
of animals and plants and millions
of multiplying, tremulous cells,
as in husks and surfaces and
shimmeringly naked landscapes
efflorescing,
coming all
to culminating breathlessness,
and skin of new life,
sublimely sheathed in
lighted glass, in the mist of
a beatific cry shedding
in pure air, in pure light,
firm like the rock
of distant morning mountains,
to the glistening above
of a night pond touched only under,
to the rush and song of a river echoing
blood and centuries and the stillness
of change
to the taste of fruit upon a starved
tongue, to the despair
of solitude—
and the wrenching bliss of solitude—
to the hot red of a wound
and the womb,
of shame, and longing, and lips and again,
the despair—
of again—of despairing—of again
despairing at the misery of
the truly doomed, at the existence
of despair and misery and truthless doom
within existence, at the possibility of
unbearableness, and losing breath
finally again
III
I cannot, will not, and never will
bear this wondrous inconceivability—
True if true happiness
is not mine to be borne
It is
beyond me so in me
that somewhere I am
beyond
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 7:11 PM UTC
could you be anymore
thoughtless
truthless
careless??
i can't breathe around you
because you're waiting for a pin drop
the wrong way
turning it into the wrong way
can't there be a way
away
go away
far away
there's nothing left here
except looking over my shoulder
watching and waiting for it to be over
i can hear you panting for me to
slip up
mess up
miss you..
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
Truth comes in waves.
Like the rhythm
of the ocean.
We were born there
in its womb.
And We are at the mercy
of the moon.
It’s hard to tell the truth
When you don’t recall
Being immortal.
When you’ve forgotten
Your own beauty.
*The song that
could ultimately save you.*
So we come here,
Lost limping sirens.
Mouthing lies
In falsetto memories.
Breaking bread with comfort.
But Leaving the dead to linger
upon a truthless shore.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
Verse 1:
Sometimes I question if I belong here… In a world that thrives on fear, deliverin a message they don’t wanna hear, the clouds of their mind won’t ever clear… Maybe it’s their direction or they’re perceptions or maybe I’m not given a good impression a misconception! All I want is their redemption! Take away all their temptations, fill it with revelations! Do it with all my patience like they are my patients! But they’re lost at the controls of all they’re stations! It’s like the world is a winter n’ I’m a snowflake, They’ll never get it & it’ll stay fake! The message they’ll always forsake! Never partake… Constant heartache! But my True Love tries to break!
Chorus:
Though this sounds quite awful,
I feel the clouds rain down like a Great Gospel!
The Lion of Love within me starts to growl,
The halo’s emerge from nowhere like a Great Gospel!
I stay vigilant in the darkness like a wise owl,
Feeling the Angels guarding me like a Great Gospel!
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Verse 2:
A world filled with hate, that’s how it relates, though it’s great! Maybe it’s fate? Do I try? Do I cry? Do I die? Do I fly? What do I do? True to you, Thick n’ thru, Stuck like glue, out the blue, True Love came to you! Though you ignore, I must implore, try to explore, more & more! Deep within, start to begin, Deep in sin, Smile at it & you’ll win! What’s really tradgic, is actually magic! Looks like cancer, but is really the answer! You’ll find Love a soulful dancer, not just a romancer! See thru the lies you thought were truthless, Find that Love is really ruthless! However, I’ve always knew this! Hopefully you can somehow use this! With every tear, Face your fears, Search your heart for what is dear, at first it won’t be clear! Give it time, as you climb, there’s truth interwined in these rhymes! You may think I sound crazy, It’s the way my heart made me!It’s the Gift Life has gave me! If you want you can trade me! I’d even die for you baby! Even if these words don’t get across, I know I can take a loss, Cuz True Love is not a boss! As these words come to an end, I’ll always be your un-dying friend! There’s nothing you have to spend! No this is not pretend! True Love is what I was sent to send! For True Love never ends, so repeat this again & again!
Chorus:
Though this sounds quite awful,
I feel the clouds rain down like a Great Gospel!
The Lion of Love within me starts to growl,
The halo’s emerge from nowhere like a Great Gospel!
I stay vigilant in the darkness like a wise owl,
Feeling the Angels guarding me like a Great Gospel!
By: Ken Manuel aka <3 <3 <3 3ye Kvndy <3 <3 <3
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
Not impassible.
Buried in snow, I
will bring back my moon.
There was no divination.
I still stand on my legs.
I will not talk about shadows
or any haloes. An urge to find
unknown. Touching the feet?
No I don't submit to body.
No rewards. No citation.
I will walk alone in the jungle
of prying eyes, in my
visible bones.
The flame-test. The truthless
blames, and a naked god.
I have come faraway from my childhood.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
I was like a warrior
struck by lightening,
my brain pounded
I was dumbfounded,
was given a
real frightening,
for a time I wandered and drifted,
then at last I excepted I'd been gifted,
I had been blessed with
an enlightening,
filled with love that came from above,
from our sun,
left toothless, I was done with truthless
fruitless fighting.
Some say twas trips I'd had away,
far away,
but I know it was that solar eclipse
on Good Friday, that gave my
soul a smiting,
I saw the futility, of greed and war
and I did not need, hostility no more,
nor all I'd once found
so exciting.
Twas then, and not before its time
that I awoke, and began to rhyme,
free from past I did at last,
start writing.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC