Long Face the facts Poems
Long Face the facts Poems. Below are the most popular long Face the facts by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Face the facts poems by poem length and keyword.
Wavy teeth make me spank the pastor
Questioning my faith is a major disaster
Look out for me in the darkness screaming
Opened blades cut deeper than fame
Wait for me I sought your light
Moons hid you from my trusted Dog's tonight
juniper king of flawless beats
Untitled your world Kick rocks to free the beast
Madness under stary nights preach the saddness
Laying down hopes to get beamed up like scottyrr
My call sign was shut the fk up patty
room to expand creep up the chimney
spare me some change I will consume your sanity
Gooney toons trace my roots to the loony rooms
guard dog going insane catching flames embracing Odin's name
root for Kings to sing out the silence
wavy good by to the saints of peace have arrived
do you think I called the police?
I invented the pain I bleed for the streets
they called me a rat face the facts I am fatter than that
all the fame riches money hoes and nonesene means nothing but distraction
I plan to freak off the attractions
Under rules to school fools I await your home boys who think they sweet
make the sun go down that's when church is called to meet.
raise hell unforgivables
Internally unconventional, externally conform,
In the game of life, it's the norm.
Always watch yourself, like you're on a stage,
Avoid regrets, don't let your actions rage.
Bullies on the block, they don't care if you're nice,
Speak soft, carry a big stick, that's my advice
They don't care that you meant well, or how you feel
your weakness is the foe, your strength keeps it real.
[chorus]
you see the same rules on different scales
Where national policy spectacularly fails
you see in school and in the street
Details differ, same human flaws, they just repeat
Psychopaths and criminals, a mystery untold,
Their motives twisted, their stories cold.
Confronting bad men, assume the worst,
Act accordingly, before you're cursed.
Watch out for the idealist, promising revolution,
They'll manipulate your mind, cause confusion.
Destruction lurks in unseen directions,
Beware the traps, and their misdirections.
[chorus]
you see the same rules on different scales
Where national policy spectacularly fails
you see in school and in the street
Details differ, relax, take a seat, it's the same beat
No one's exempt from history's grip,
Great men's mistakes, we all might slip.
Bad organizations, breeding ground for sin,
Leaders rise, with darkness within
Beware the people with a disconnect
They preach one thing, but act incorrect
Activists on Indian land, claim they're green,
Leave trash all over, for natives to clean
Reading minds from faces, a futile endeavor,
Intentions hidden, like predicting the weather.
Don't make assumptions, from a two second look
It takes time for people to reveal the inner book.
Troubles compound, the more you go down
Gotta face the facts, can't get out of town
One trouble leads to more, it's a vicious path,
The worst it gets, the more they laugh
[chorus]
you see the same rules on different scales
Where national policy spectacularly fails
you see in school and in the street
Details differ, same human flaws, they just repeat
These rules of life, hard-earned and wise,
Navigate the world, with open eyes.
In the dance of existence, don't be naive,
Leave the matrix, take care what you believe.
Sometimes angels come down to make sure
Us lesser humans have compassion!
They make us look at their suffering
As they are smiling all the while.
We are sometimes uncomfortable
Because we are stagnant in helping.
And we know not what to do
So we look away as if we did not see!
Sometimes angels come down from above
To help us on our long journey back home.
To help us overcome what we are trapped in!
We sometimes escape through daydreams.
As if they will save us from our misery
Or we don't face the facts in front of us.
Angels come to us in many forms
They are sometimes our friends
And other times they are complete strangers!
That help us along our journey's through life.
But you can be sure of one thing of an angel
They come down from above to make sure
Us lesser humans have compassion!
Form:
After all it is an observable sign of Weakness,
To want to control another man,
As it was all only ever a part
of, their existential plan,
We might then have had a different course..
So, but for now, as it is and as it stands,
We therefore need to face the facts,
And commit to a complete separation and Divorce,
At least if at all possible but with clean hands,
Of this contrived, diabolical and decrepit awful illusion,
To not be lower than, nor accept, their lying and ignoble brand..
With every single available breath,
Under no false impression nor delusion,
Of complete yet subtle ownership of Human life and death
To begin with came the stellar efforts of just a brave few..one could not deny,
Now an ever increasing truth, That outweighs the falsehood and the heinous Lie,
To rise and never relinquish your own sovereignty again - so then to fulfil..,
The Soul instinctively knows this for how and for what - to return,
That is our maker, God (Good) and our source, which is what we must relearn,
We must all “rotate” as it is - to this..
After all that is said and done
- it is his will,
Simply put.. never let up against the powers of darkness until;
As we emerge in victory for we never a moment expired our efforts spiritually and yet still..,
Just as it must be of our own decision and intuition,
- for us all, for me,
and for you,..
to know only this:
The Way Out is the Way Through..
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
[email protected]
During covid 19 Global lockdown and Plandemic
23rd September 2022
The PoetTree Awaken Poetry. Awareness Poetry. Geopolitical. Philosophical. Music. Shared
Hope, that sounds so familiar to me,
I remember whenever I was a kid and it was so new to me.
Something fresh when the world had color,
Now everything seems so dark and bitter.
Considered walking with Jesus? Used to be all me, I used to followed him faithfully.
Now look at me? Without an ounce of faith left,
I can't believe how long it's been since I've slept.
Left without ease and these torturing thoughts going through my head,
Embedded, wishing I was dead, Lifeless how I feel,
Just without a grave to lay my head.
What are you saying Aaron? Have you lost your mind?
Man, that's the only thing that talks sometimes.
Wind chimes of voices that rots inside my head with its own thoughts.
Wait, thoughts? Its own? That can't be right,
You know what? I'll just leave it alone.
No rue anemone like the walking dead, except this is real.
Dealing with being dead inside, following the crowd, they'll be by my side.
Besides, I just want to be like them, you know? Fit in with the crowd,
Drowned, lost in the beam of flask.
Masked by running my life with how the world’s current flows,
Now that current has come to a halt,
Distraught, drowning all alone.
What about getting stoned? That'll bring you higher than those thoughts.
Yeah maybe so, change might not be bad.
Man was that sad, sitting against the wall,
Above the law, turning up on school nights.
Despite just sitting there pathetic, with no might,
No will to face the truth, no authority to face the facts.
All this is just an act in the theater called hell,
Jezebel laughing at me, sit as a jester in chains.
Restrained, no longer a threat in the Devils eyes,
Hypnotized, trapped with no out.
"Salvation”
What was that that I just heard?
Birds of white echoing down the road long ago,
Back when I was younger.
That Hunger, I remember now, the old preacher talked about,
"Salvation,"
There it goes. How can I come back? Until I heard the voice,
"Redemption"
Preemption of that which was familiar back then.
It became clear to me.
I was the victim, of deaths and sins sting.
I was the sheep that put him on the crucifix.
I labored in sin and he took my shift.
Holes made in his wrists as our spots were switched,
Enriched by the last the letter to the end game.
Tetelestai,
My savior has set me free.
JUST A DREAM
When I was young and still had dreams,
I dreamt of fame and fortune.
With all the recklessness of youth
I had no doubts.
I knew
I knew I’d be a household name one day.
Perhaps a second Beckham
Or like Botham in his awesome prime.
Or, failing that, an actor
A mega-star of screen and stage
With Oscars on my mantelpiece.
No, hang on,
Yes, a politician
Ending up in number ten
But now I’ve reached maturity,
All that has passed me by.
No public recognition,
Just a childhood dream.
My ‘phone’s not been tapped illegally
My e-mails remain un-hacked.
Nobody follows my wife around
In case she meets a lover.
And, outside my door,
The paparazzi are conspicuous
By their absence.
I wait in vain to be approached
By the Leverson Enquiry.
So now I have to face the facts.
My childhood dreams are gone.
And when I die, I’ll literally
Go down in history.
5th June 2023
Dreaming poetry contest
Sponsor - Regina McIntosh
The people surrounding me keep asking “why are you going back and forth uneasily on the empty stage shedding crocodile tears, and telling the stories of negative effects on others, though you are not of a man of faculty who is even able to produce a theory comparable to 'Blind Will of Universe', one of worst hypothesizes a man can think of.
It’s because though,
when a worldly-minded snob shouts from a podium
“you should have a positive attitude,” while displaying
his resume proudly with the title that is little-to-do with his personality,
his limited academic background that barely conceals the lack of intelligence, and insignificant accomplishment with somewhat concocted experience hiding his real being and thought, he receives respect from the audience who fascinated by every movement the snob makes in the form of applaud with standing ovation, I was always treated badly from audience, fed only by unwelcome astringent fruits of rejection and drink bitter tasting water sprang from unwanted rotten roots to quench my desire…
And that’s why the course of my reasoning became negative,
and, as a natural consequence, no matter how often you may say
to the audience “you ought to be a person of positive attitude,”
since there are more negative aspects surrounding us than
the positive elements, and that’s why I was accepted by
others negatively. More importantly, I was treated negatively
from others simply because reality goes before me.
Although positive thinkers boast themselves as if their thoughts are
sound and healthy, by saying that the water in a cup is half full;
negative thinkers sigh with a defected air and say that a cup is
half empty. However, it doesn’t make any difference how you think,
men’s thoughts cannot surpass the physical phenomena
and, therefore, a half is a half, no more nor less than a half.
In the boundary and limit is as such, whether you like it or not,
men have to go on the path of their own destiny.
Then, why does everyone has to have a positive attitude? I suppose,
that is, not more than a writhe of the men who won’t admit reality
in desperate agony. That’s the self-gratification of men
who are not able to face the facts as they are.
[The irony is, nonetheless, man is able to bear and raise a baby
by an act of self-gratification. It’s amazing, the world is a place
full of wonders.]
Follow in the path of leaders,
if you want to lead the pack,
know that lying is a weakness,
and bravery will face the facts,
strength is found in honest features,
dishonesty will see fools trapped,
know that trusting can be dangerous,
for some kindness is all an act,
Know instincts better thought process,
when confused follow their track,
trust instincts and all they notice,
follow them when all turns black,
even when they seem outrageous,
in time you'll see they are exact,
so go with them and be courageous,
understanding when you can look back,
you are only ever truly beaten,
because you decide to stop believing!
Drowning Out The Truth
You say you've made a friend in the bottle
In the number one solution
You're getting loose watching drop after drop
Straighten all the confusion
You want to keep the party rolling on
Refusing to face the facts
The way you live each day, day in and out
The story can end so sad
You've got to see the light
Through the night; black night
Don't waste your youth
Drowning out the truth
What you used to understand without question
You now admit with hesitation
As if in your mind you're not sure
And the cause, only frustration
I want to know that you can see through the haze
But at times it seems as thick as mud
You're searching for all the answers
But you're losing hold of what was
...I know all about feeling good
So many days I've felt that way
But it's not an escape, just a delay in the game
Because when it's over everything is the same....
You've got to see the light
Through the night; black night
Don't waste your youth
Drowning out the truth
Life, my friend, right now to you is such a joke
But as a friend I can see your pain
I know your eyes, no you can't disguise
Bloodshot lines spell out your shame
You've got to see the light
Through the night; black night
Don't waste your youth
Drowning out the truth
Follow me down a hole
that I'm digging
with reckless abandon
I'm plotting & planning
on a treasure just
below the surface
of this plot
You might get a little
dirty or maybe
a lot
but don't let that
deter you
Let them tell it we've all
got one foot in the grave
the day our mothers
water popped anyway
Anyway
this rabbit hole gets deeper
faster than my bunny feet
can hop astray
I think you've had enough
time to play in the sandbox
so how about telling
this game to kick rocks
You can keep your fake songs
& tic tok
because I've had it up to here
with these hit bots
What's the world coming to
when they compute a voice
that sings & apes you?
One day these machines
will grow to hate you
& then what?
I assure you
you'll not make the cut
when it decides to
trim the fat
Face the facts
& think about it
for a minute or two
Let that take a lap or 2
around the track
in your mind if you still
have one of those at this time
This is a disgrace
to the whole of so called
mankind
Can't you see you're slowly
losing your sense of self
& being replaced?
That's blind
It's staring you
in the face everyday
yet all you wanna
do is play
You can't even speak
your mind freely these days
for fear of being
shadow banned
Trust me I know all about
that diabolical mess
& those plans
firsthand
Yet
you let them tie your hands
willingly for pennies
to pay billingsly
Are you hearing me
or were you paying attention
to the woman in the
red dress?
I'm not Morpheus
but I want more for us
when it seems they
wanna offer less
This contemptuous
attitude toward the lot
of us is more divisive
than my derisive rhyme
I'm sorry for the diatribe
BUT
how I described
this pie in the sky
is the only way I could
slice it at this time