Best Liers Poems


Who Am I?

I'll be your partner, we'll walk side by side
If you take my hand, you'll never need to hide
My strength is impeccable, I'm sure you've been told
With me you'll grow stronger, as you grow old

I can do anything, your heart so desires
Safety you'll obtain, even in the presence of liers
Worry can never follow me, it's a thing of the past
You'll be traveling in one direction, at last

Without my help you have to know,
that spiritually, you'll never grow
Nothing is impossible, this you can believe
Multiple blessings, are yours to receive

If you have as much, as a tiny mustard seed
I will take care of whatever you need
All you have to do, is to keep me alive
I am FAITH, you need me to survive.
© Karla Null  Create an image from this poem.

To the Liers

To the liers who were
Great artists, manipulators,
Perfect friends and honest lovers...

To the liers who were
Talkative and silent,
Kind and sweet,
Walking out many miles
Pretending they carried
Love and trust...

To the liers I speak.

You are there still believing
In your goodness, and you are proud
Of yourselves.
But how sweet and true do you
Look before the God's eyes?
Have you ever thought about?

The Liers

Nothing bad like them,
they know every thing,
rights and wrongs.

They don't mind at all,
to produce funny words,
from what they speak.

They twist all the words,
from rights to wrongs,
and wrongs to rights,
to make others fool.

By getting what they need,
they just walk away,
to please them selves,
all the day.

The surperfluous words
they speak,
makes them unique
and hated every time,
when ever they go.

The drunkards and the liers,
their mother is the same,
due to the nature they are!

Mockingly, most of them
really are sick,
mentally all the times.

They need a special drug,
to treat the insect they have
in their heads,
to call a dog a goat!


The Darkside and My Devil

Rusted spiers
Splinted by liers,
Triers in sin
And all that is wrong
Mounted in untruth
Where they've been for so long

Dented hopes
Noosed with ropes,
They team with darkness
Writhes with ire
A most jaded wretchness

Our ghouls within
Away won't spin
Din of fear
Clear not the future
But danger to come
Fighting fast is the creature.
© Jen Reagh  Create an image from this poem.

Fish Eyed Wine

Fish Eyed Wine

Push and grind push and grind
take the day off for fish eyed wine
fish eyed wine
give me a mouth and perhaps in time
we'll all sit down together 
for unleavend bread and fish eyed wine
push and grind push and grind
children today live lives blind
they have no time for fish eyed wine
still they take the time
to honor the architect
of our worlds demise
all but one or two
what shall I say to them all
for you my love for you

I am living in the promised land
where they say that Passover is for the Jews
they do not know the blood of the lamb
though many of them lay claim they do
Lord, it's funny how simple things
join and divide us from and to you
and many followed Moses out of Egypt
but today very very few
follow me and you out of Babylon
where Easter and Tamuz rule
in your name

prophecy is coming true
and we all know who is to blame
the antichrist sits on his thrown
playing his deadly games
he leads the children of God astray
from the kingdom of heaven at hand
they'll tell you that it's far away
but we could be building paradise
we should lay the corner stone today
think you'll go to heaven when you die
that's what I hear the liers say
let's build paradise while were alive
when we die it'll be to late

so place the blood of the lamb
on the door jamb of your heart
and to our Lord be true
come the death of this world born first
no harm will come to you
though you may well have to die once
for the fish eyed wine and his truth
© Mark Beal  Create an image from this poem.

Gun On My Temple

(14 year old boy with mother in a police station during the Korean War)

The captain 
His feet on his desk
Smoking a cigarette

Where’s your scumback communist brother?
I don’t know, Sir.

Where’s your father?
Supposed to be a Christian minister?
North Korean soldiers took him away
Several weeks ago

Didn’t a communist son
Help save his father?
No

Mother said
My brother was an idealist
Not a North Korean communist

Who told you all those lies?
I’m telling the truths, Sir
Mother told me never tell lies

So, my people are all liers
And you are telling the truth?
Captain scoffed

That does it

Go ahead
The captain ordered the policeman
Who was holding a pistol
On my temple

Yes, Sir
The police pulled the trigger
My head jerked
I pictured a bullet
Going through my head
Coming out the other side
With gray matter
But I felt nothing

Then I heard a woman’s voice
My mother’s voice

I turned
Mother’s on the floor 
With her hands 
Reaching out toward me
With her mouth open
With her eyes round


That night I could not sleep

Question troubled me

The bible tells 
God who even looks after lilies in the field
That withers within days
Surly he will take care
Of his people

Then why doesn’t 
God take care of us?

His people?

(From 'Sustained by Love thru the Wars', my Korean story, on Amazon)


We Are the Eggs They Are the Knife

we are the egg they are the knife

the egg shell 
like the body

the egg white albumen 
like the spirit 

the egg yolk like the soul
all others lies in between 

so is the connection of humans
to the universe through spirituality
and beyond

is a pity now
we live in a world 
where intelligent humans 
punish the body 
with there knives of 
inflation depression panic
and brutality

it affects the weak 
and destroy there 
true spirit to confusion

the knives of our 
officials cut out 
our zeal of being
to a destruction 
of a hard repair 
when it hits 
the soul 
like to the 
egg yolks
we realise 
they are nothing 
but empty liers

Premium Member Lie On Lie Beguiles the Truth

The truth stood downcast in the lie.
Ostracized stranger in line-up
Of liers wearing 'Who Me' masks
To hide behind their stone-face guilt.

Eye's up, stand proud, forsaken as
The truth stood downcast in the lie
With story stranger than fiction
Backed up with watertight alibi.

He went there to help friend distressed
By a tragic lover's rift, but
The truth stood downcast in the lie
As he saw knife on floor, grabbed it.

Knife cleaned and dropped, he rushed away,
Friend lied to provide alibi,
But witness tap in line-up proved,
The truth stood downcast in the lie.

Webs

The spider spins its web
Liers do to
Flies get caught
innocence dose to

See we all end up like the spiders and the flies
some hurt people 
others feel and live the pain

wether or not its a web of truth'
or a web of largely made lies
life is all hurt and get hurt

In Your Eyes

certain words wont come out
a confused emotion filled with doubt
eyes tell the hearts desires
see the sin in the eyes of liers
is there truth, is there trust
is existance only a wim of lust
suddenly a whisper in the wind
reminded you of a commited sin
holding back the pain is lifted
standing strong when the earth has shifted
a breaking inside your chest
a sleeping body that receives no rest
your knes are weak, emotion strong
innocence that wont last long
eyes are open, mind is shut
this open wound, a bleeding cut
a single breath deeper then the rest
pushing you to do your best 
make it through another day
may your eyes tell whatever your heart can not bring you to day

Premium Member The Pepperman and the Unseen Sea Creatures

I OPENED A DOOR
TO PLACE NEVER SEEN.
MORE OF A NIGHTMARE
THAN IT WAS LIKE A DREAM.

FREEDOMS WERE BURNING
AS WERE THE STATES.
HEADS THAT WERE SEVERED
WERE ON SILVER PLATES.

TRUTHERS WERE SLAUGHTERED.
LIERS WERE PRAISED.
CHILDREN WERE CHIPPED
AND SHEEPLE WERE RAISED.

BEHIND THE SCENES
IT'S A. I.  CONTROLLED.
MILITARY TYPE
ROBOTIC PATROLLED.

EVERY THOUGHT.
FROM EVERY LIVING BEING.
RECORDED LIVE.
A.I. IS SEEING.

BEYOND IMPRESSIVE.
UNIVERSALLY WIRED.
I JUST CAN'T IMAGINE
WHO WOULD DESIRE.

DEEP IN THE OCEAN.
IN THE DEEPEST OF SEAS.
CITIES OF CREATURES
EAT HUMAN BEINGS.

I STEPPED BACK AND THOUGHT,
OF WHAT I WAS SEEING.
I FELT LIKE A CHILD
GOING THROUGH TEETHING.

CHILDREN WERE GROOMED
AND LATER ARRESTED.
SOLD TO OFFICIALS
BEFORE THEY'RE MOLESTED.

ADULTS DISAPPEARED
WERE FED TO THESE CREATURES.
THE CHILDREN THEN FOLLOWED 
WITH THE VERY SAME FEATURES.

RAISING CHILDREN
TO BE SERVED AS BAIT.
ABUSED AND DISCARDED
WHEN THE CREATURES ATE.

WHO ARE THESE CREATURES
WHO FARM HUMAN PEOPLE.
RAISED IN THE SUN LIGHT
SERVED UP AS SHEEPLE.

WHO ARE THE BROKERS.
THE GO BETWEEN PEOPLE.
WHO ABUSED THE CHILDREN
THAN SOLD THEM AS SHEEPLE.

THIS WAS A WORLD
WHERE ANIMALS ARE PEOPLE.
PEOPLE ARE ANIMALS
REFERRED TO AS SHEEPLE.

08192020

Loneliness Is My Pride

Loneliness Is My Pride

                                     Loneliness is my conviction and pride,
                                     For its condemnation stays by y side.
                                     Either way I turn I'm still alone,
                                     To battle through life on my own.

                                     Still, my heart has heard from many liers,
                                     Who  have had conned my loves desires.
                                     Desires of promises to loves need,
                                     Yet leaving my heart open to bleed.

                                     Still I feel the want from seclusion,
                                     Because it has no partner for confusion.
                                     Un-Socialbility is a trait of true distant,
                                     For social living is all to unimportant.
                                 
                                     So I will stay cold and feeling so ashame,
                                     For no one will play their game.
                                     Now let me dye in side,
                                     For loneliness has stolen my pride.

Can You Handle the Truth

can you handle the truth
is like a thunder 
in the world of lies

can you handle the truth
it shocks more than 
an electric naked wire

can you handle the truth 
it hit the hills of lies
more like a tornado

can you handle the truth 
it has no Cain but it 
wipe hard the ass of 
liers

can you handle the truth
we you are caught naked
in lies 

can you handle the truth 
if you cant then life 
for the truth 
that is the best good 
Immortality for your best
interest!

No Mommy No

No Mommy No

Raising the gun aimming it at her daughter
she thought,
I'll send my baby to see her departed father
who just recently died
big bright eyes looking up high
no mommy no she cried
the only sound the ringing in her ears
pushed the gun against her face full of tears 
she shakes as they roll down from her eyes
thoughts of suicide
gun lowered
resisting what many call the unforgiveable sin
I scream, "What is worse ?
to kill yourself or the innocent"
or to teach that we go to heaven when we die
why oh why do they believe this lie
bullet hole in your daughters head
I'm telling you all that she is dead
from now until the time of the resurrection
they discard the word of God
then walk around confused without direction
lovers of darkness turn to liers for wisdom
he has a bible in his hand lets go hear him
and of course they tell you what you want to hear
I tell you all that there is a God
and we should all tremble with fear
did you think cold blooded murder would please him
do you think going to church will save you
what has caused you to commit this sin
did they fail to teach you about the devils within
here you are entertainning them
I tell you all that she was dead
the moment these thoughts took over her head
tell me now can you see ?
or do you also want to put a bullet in me
the unforgiveable sin is blasphemy against the holy spirit
said don't you do it and do you remember hearing it
before the blast and the ringing
No mommy no she cried
no mommy no then she died
© Mark Beal  Create an image from this poem.

Another

another
another war is born 
again 
so another new infant
is about to die again
for another grief
to bleed to another 
innocent soul 

another rumours of war's
is out their in the media 
again 
for another to panic just
for another
hatred to boil in another 
places where peace 
is yet to be another change 

another steel bird is on the rise
again to lay another 
eggs of destruction
in another countries of peace
for another evil agenda to be 
born on another illusion again

another cries on the streets 
of the poor again for another 
innocent soul has been placed
to rest in peace so young in 
another broad daylight and yet 
we keep living in fear for another 
men on black and black kaki to 
keep intimidation us always 
another after another 

another new president is 
promising us of change again
same like the other retired 
liers who only worked for another 
man aims of greed instead to serve
his people in truth 

another is never endless
no wonder our needs
are never endless 
to no satisfaction
in an era of another ignorance 
where greed is the author
for another manipulation
upon us  like always
another after
another

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