Best Truth Is Out There Poems
A mental disorder caused by watching too many Transformer movies. In the first stage of the disease, the afflicted will experience lethargy, loss of speech, appetite, and sense of impending doom. The second, or hallucinatory stage, is characterized by irrational fear of Japanese cars, cell phone towers, TA Truck Stops, Swiss Army pocket knives, and vacuum cleaners with multiple attachments. In the third and final stage, the afflicted will take on the persona of a rogue FBI agent and insist that the truth is out there.
Quantum mechanics proves that we can be put back to,
Particles, atoms, matter and gas by physical reactions,
But such indeterminism was fought by C S Lewis boldly,
Who used capitals mid-sentence for personifications.
He wanted to personify morality and the virtues,
So said Right and Justice to detach the judge,
From the justice, from the boyfriend or the neighbour,
So that from Hawking we would in some way budge.
But libertarianism contravenes philosophical necessarianism,
By forwarding that we all have alternative possible actions.
Says we’re not predetermined by prior events and engagements,
Through a divine agent that coalesces and notions,
That truth is out there is a fact, out with our command,
But truth is real, essentially original, humanly discovered;
A god cannot call it or claim its curvature or inception,
Because an agent would make our interpretation blurred.
Truth is not solely objective, bestowed supernaturally,
But is a human relativity which we believe, tell or embody;
We all have our own being which can reap desolation,
Or liberation, if we choose to personify it for somebody.
Fact or fiction Mulder Insists look at the evidence aliens exist
Out of the window a shining light when he turns sister out of sight
Xfiles open this is where it starts examining every file looking at every chart
Mulder is united with Dana of course her first assignment to dig up a corpse
Undeterred she follows his lead trying hard not to believe
Looking in the mirror dana gets a fright Mulder reassures her just mosquito bites
Dana’s not sure the science is not there Mulder grunt with a look of despair
Extra-terrestrial one day he will find until then always on his mind
Remembering Samantha, he returns to basement the truth is out there why can’t you face it
Written by m.burton
The Road to the Ballot Box – In Memory of the 1989 June Fourth Movement in Tiananmen
Square, Beijing
Up high, the portrait of Chairman Mao looms
Over the ballot box, wrapped in chains of doom
Beautiful as a mirage, a rainbow
And no more reachable.
The road ahead is winding, at times backwards bending,
And above all, never-ending,
And the one before – all too painful.
The year of bloodshed;
The year when students begged
By strike, by mass hunger,
For freedom and democracy
But heard instead the bullet’s thunder;
The eternal moment when one held his head high
And a train of tanks he defied;
When students refused to leave the Square, their friends,
And sat unflinching through the bloody crimson end.
The muted cry of these forgotten heroes
On that fateful night twenty years ago
Still rings loud and true in our hearts
In a land where the engine of freedom wouldn’t start.
Twenty years on they walk
Defiant, grim-faced,
Battered yet unfazed.
Clothes torn in rags
Here and there, a splatter of red
Blisters on their feet
Eyes that bear a burning piercing heat.
Our hearts may be broken
And our spirits shaken
But still, the truth is out there –
Still being spoken.
Once more I lift my eyes
To the mirage in the sky
Will we ever get there?
Walk on – do you dare?
In your car, the heat enveloped me like a cloak that afforded no protection
And you told me,
Instead of asking
Why I haven't called in six years.
And I'll hold my tongue.
Because these french fries are delicious
And your best friend is three hours from the altar
And I'll be damned
(Literally. Damned.)
To ruin and dishonor,
If your personal revolution is going to take its precedent
And make her get mascara on her pretty white dress.
I'm not that cruel, sweetheart
And you knew that I wasn't
Or we wouldn't be standing here.
The truth is out there,
and it's wearing the clothes that you put on its back.
And it's inside of you, too,
like an ache in your bones
and a specter
that chills your dark ocean of sleep.
Or a knot in your throat
when you get
Voicemail.
...Again.
Today, there will be rituals
And tomorrow, I've got a plane to catch
While you go back to sitting on the razor's edge
During your long drive up the coast.
August 28th in Hong Kong Open Squash Championship...
Nicol losing semifinals in Hong Kong, not surprising at all...
What's surprising is her steely determination to excel once more...
For a retriever like her, the writing has been on the wall...
The lowered tin favors attacking players, the emerging younger ones...
They whack and demand winners with each hit at the ball...
Nicol with her aging legs and defensive play overall...
Why, she can win and beat some of these young pretenders to her crown...
But it is impossible that Nicol can be as successful as she was before...
People, we are lucky witnesses today the fading of squash undisputed queen...
Ouch! It hurts but the truth is out there in plain sight...
We are witnessing the fading of squash once brightest light....
hide the truth, all you want
but the truth is out there
tell as many lies as you want
but there are eyes, who see the truth
and may i say this
my poems are of the true
not my imagination...
there are bad men (all ages and sexes)
out there and when you
do not wonder what the real truth is
they do things right in front of your eyes
and you may not believe what you have just seen
but it did happen
just believe in yourself
because they are many
and some do read Poetry...
I may be crazy but its not my imagination
that i fear...
Its the real world where i ask myself
why have the News if no one will understand
when they see a real life victim...
writing, right in front of them...
What is it that makes people cry?
Travel within path of sadness
And hold on to their forbidden treasures
What is it that makes people to hate?
Put others on trial, only to make them suffer
And cry like goats when the spell is reversed
What is it that makes people to walk away?
Live as if nothing wrong is happening
Pretending not to know, while the truth is out there
What is it that makes people to dance?
Sing ancient songs
Hoping fate will rescue them
What is it that makes people glad?
Wait for tomorrow with passion,
With their eyes looking up to the sky
What is it?
Once upon a time…
There was a man quite new to the world
Who kept his feelings bottled inside
Though from the start of his existence
For fear of judgment he would hide
The pain that’d haunt the things he saw
And plagued him on a daily basis
Forever changing inner core
In silent suffering, painting faces
Then one day in his mutinied state
Of devastation he’d decide
To try an art form that many said
Would bring relief, and so he tried
And democratically found the freedom
To bond with those of similar thought
Following voices that forgot to mention
The pending human obstacle onslaught
Apparently it’s wrong to evolve
By drawing inspiration from what you’ve seen
Stand up for principle and dissolve
Into this wicked life serene
Sit down, suppress the hard fought guilt
And tuck your tail before you run
Stare from the sideline, dust and silt
Banish the antichrist, prodicle son
Absorb and take more hatred in
Just shut your thoughts stay hidden
Though truth is out there, greatest sin
To surface what’s forbidden
Brake out the muffs to cover your ears
Smash the glasses that magnify
Take out the blindfolds, cover tears
While on paper I shout and cry
And then I came to realize
It’s okay as long as everyone agrees
To live their lives and shut their eyes
But keep it pointed away from me
Everyone suffers so don’t moan
Find a way to quietly
Go through life and cope on your own
Go back to your roots for eternity
A new world order getting closer still
who's paranoid now
conspiracies unravelling
it's all coming undone
resist
war for oil
the truth is out there and it wont set you free
science fiction is science fact
who are the real terrorists
dont believe the lies
forced patriotism is unconstitutional
wake up
smell the blood of the innocent
Kensington
Children of frustration
when dreams rose from the heap
the darkest of locations
tell white lies as they speak
open to persuasion
when abilities are weak
waves of degradation
disturbs all those asleep
awake the dispensation
to turn the other cheek
the house that they were raised in
and company they keep
a blur of segregation
when summers burn with heat
sit back for meditation
and sow all that is reaped
peer deep into what’s stationed
the lost or stolen sheep
a core that rocks a nation
only on occasion weeps
passed down from generations
too scared to take a peak
the truth is out there somewhere
you can find it in the street.
THE EARTH IS FLAT.
WE HAVE BEEN TOLD A LIE.
FACTS AND FIGURES TELL US THE TRUTH,
OF THIS EARTHLY REALM WE KNOW LITTLE ABOUT.
THE MOON LANDING WAS A HOAX;
QUITE POSSIBLY AN ELABORATE SOUND STAGE,
OF LIGHTS AND CAMERA.
DID KUBRICK KNOW THE TRUTH?
FIND OUT THE TRUTH.
DO THE RESEARCH.
DO NOT BELIEVE WHAT WE HAVE BEEN TAUGHT.
THE EARTH IS FLAT?
QUITE POSSIBLY, THE TRUTH IS IN PLAIN SIGHT.
WHY THE DECEPTION ALL OF THESE DECADES?
ANCIENT PEOPLES BELIEVED IN A FLAT EARTH.
THE TRUTH FOR HUMANITY LIES IN OUR FREEDOM OF THINKING.
NASA KNOWS THE TRUTH, BUT DENIES THE PUBLIC ITS TRUE KNOWLEDGE,
ABOUT THE FLAT EARTH REALITY.
THE QUEST FOR TRUTH AND FREEDOM IS NOW.
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE.
THE EARTH IS QUITE POSSIBLY FLAT.
CAN WE STEP OUTSIDE OUR LITTLE GLOBE OF LIES?
I THINK WE CAN!
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
MAY 2018
Keep
Actin like
Everything is the same
Yet
Everything is anything but
My world is turned
Upside down
I don't know
Into an optimal angle or a
Negative angle
Anymore
The pastel colors
Of the sky
Are getting
Blurred
Like Monet's
Impression
soleil levant
Felt like I was
Flying
From
The jump but now
I'm just floating
In midair
With sudden
Unpredictable
Drops
That
Plummets my heart down
Too
Got too much
On my mind now
On my heart now
Save a place for us
Please
Bae
When can we stop pretending
When we can't go back to the
When when we didn't know
When we wanted things the same
It's so hard
When the truth is out there
Letting it lay
Cold and bare
When it was
Breathtakingly
Beautiful
Waiting for a long time
We both
Wanted it
What is stopping us?
Falling apart
Am I not enough
Blurred undefined paint
In my heart
Still life
With my heart
Still beating
For him
God’s Word Gives Truth and Meaning!
As many are seeking truth and life’s meaning.
It’s a lot of garbage that they’re often receiving!
Many have refused God and what he commands!
And have brought a great sin over the land!
As many indulge in whatever seems “cool.”
They tend to live by their own set of rules.
Many don’t know any of the 10 commandments.
As they turn to man-made establishments!
The answer to life and the truth is out there!
It’s the word of God, that he has put there!
In God’s word, can you find the truth which you seek!
His word brings comfort and strength to the weak!
His word is the most powerful truth you can get a hold of!
It gives a purpose and meaning that you can speak of!
I’m so thankful of his words so powerful and truthful.
I’ve found them to be encouraging and helpful!
Won’t you take a few moments in sincere prayer?
And come to know the God who loves you and cares?
God rewards and blesses those who want to seek him!
Won’t you take the time to really know him?
Time is short! There doesn’t need
to be a postponement!
God’s word can change you!
This very moment!
By Jim Pemberton 02/12/14
You Let We the People Down
Hey, good morning. Let me ask you all:
Do you believe you’re God?”
“Do you believe you can override
God’s divine plan for our lives?
Do you believe God gave us life
and God takes away our life?
Well, if you answer yes to all these questions,
who gives you the right to choose how we live our lives?
I choose faith over fear every day.
You’re not God, and since masks are harmful,
where there is risk there should be choice.
You’re removing our freedoms
and stomping on our constitutional rights
by these communist dictatorship orders…
constitutional rights by these communist
dictatorship orders…
If you do vote to mandate masks
in the workplace
and public schools and stores,
the death of many will be on your hands.”
“Do you want to be called,
known for communist dictators?
Is this the legacy you want to be known for?
Do you want to be responsible
for fear mongering misinformation
fed to your citizens?”
The problem with humanity
today is ignorance, arrogance, and apathy.
Keep listening to the TV brainwashing you
from birth.
Keep listening to conditioning messages
in your local stores
while shopping, just like Fidel Castro
did over loudspeakers in Cuba.
Don’t you see the problem?
The truth is out there…
Remember, God is watching you.”