Poetry Blogs (truth)

I Hate Lying

I hate lying;
it’s a weakness.
It shows a truth;
that others rule me.

If I have to lie;
it’s to avoid pain,
discomfort, and shame.
To make you feel good.

Slaves lie to the boss;
to save their lifeline.
But, to hell with him,
and his profit.

I live my life,
to never lie.
My freedom dies,
under your rules.

If I must lie,
you won’t be near.
I love to be ...

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I’ve drowned, too

trying to stay afloat

swimming in those eyes of ocean blue

navigating through hypnotic moves

and poetic words

that make you feel

he only has eyes for you 

But in truth,

you’re another hole

he’s been trying to fill

another escape

to let his mind erase

the truth within

“Was I Just Another One?”

https://youtu.be/L4Za51_upTU

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Obey your honour and try to understand 
That justice and truth must go hand in hand. 
So try to be honest and try to be good 
Never stray from doing just as you should.

So go into the world; perform great noble deeds. 
Be courteous but don't be full of greed. 
And whatever you say, be you old or youthful, 
Endeavour to make all of those words truthful.

Then maybe you'd have a right to ...

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I took both pills now I’m stuck in the Matrix, 
Aware of this reality yet struggling to shake it. 
Can’t fake it - feels too real,
Trying to find truth in amongst the spiel. 
But that’s life as we’ve been conditioned 
yet what do we choose? 
Can a sovereign body be abused? 
Or a spirit!
Or a soul! 

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must the rabbit have a hole? 
I turned right at Albuquerque, now I’m in the zone....

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I have learned that I am African that I have African blood

I have African brothers that protect me and will not let me fall

 I've learned about the atrocities that slaves went through

I've walked through the dungeons and smelled and seen the horrors that slaves experienced

I stood in the female dungeon and heard the cries for help and felt the fear that these women went through

I've...

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To surround yourself with artists
You discover you’re not stuck to this game,
There is more than just poems of pain;
Lustful nights,
The political daily life,
The chaos of family,
The bounty is aplenty.

Like the ocean explorer covering uncharted territory,
The poet must explore the deeper meaning of life.
We’re all alike,
We seek the truth;
In it we see the real you.

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Because I wrote it dont judge, its not me

I wrote lots about the killer look i am still free

A poem calls out in my head 

I write fast flowing then put it to bed 

Any subject i am known to write 

From love in an disused mine

To the ups and downs of a swine

Read me enjoy me but please 

Its not me, i just like to tease 

Enjoy the poem dont take it to heart

As specially ...

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