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Appearances often are deceiving.

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Deceiving World.

Try to catch,
But couldn't catch,
Seen as small and big fish,
Then too strong for their hooks,
Swimming under the new city mall,
Swimming under silver bird gallery,
Swimming under the theatre gallery
Where it called to be situated,
In the island of Nigeria Africa.
Asked where is the world,
Deceiving world its means?
Answers in illusion and delusion,
Tried but hid in tenacious pretense,
pretense of long slavery,
Pretense in standard,
Pretense of self interest,
Pretense of wickedness,
Try to catch,
Too strong for the hooks,
Seen as small and big fish,
Swimming in the island,
Swimming under Museum center,
Swimming under cultured and tour-isms,
Where its called to be situated,
In the world of blacks and white,
In the island of Africa.
Asked where is the world,
Deceiving world its means?
ILLUSION, WICKEDNESS, GREED AND HATRED founds,
Appears answers for reality,
Reality of seconds, Movement, distractions, and player hitters,
Called and seen a deceiving world,
Asked where is the world of the deceits,
At levels of a canteen,
Deceiving world at classrooms,
Deceiving world world of movement,
Deceiving world of called percussionists,
Deceiving world indeed and not fiction called.

poem by Bunmi Orogun Samuel
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Wednesday Morning

Written by gerry beckley, 1998
Found on human nature.
Wednesday morning was the last time we talked
I guess she figured it was better if she walked
It couldve been me just the same
Theres no winner in this game
Oh, wednesday morning was the last time we talked
Wednesday evening was the first time she cried
It couldve turned out different if Id lied
Something deep within us all
Sees the writing on the wall
Oh, wednesday evening we didnt talk at all
Ive been waiting every evening
Wondering what Im gonna say
Sometimes life can be deceiving
Wednesday wont go away
It couldve been me just the same
Theres no winner in this game
Oh, wednesday evening and nothing is the same
(oh) Ive been waiting every evening
Wondering what Im gonna say
Sometimes life can be deceiving
Wednesday wont go away
Wednesday morning, yeah
Sometimes life can be deceiving
Wednesday wont go away
Ive been waiting every evening
Wondering what Im gonna say
Sometimes life can be deceiving
Wednesday wont go away, yeah
Wednesday morning, yeah
Sometimes life can be deceiving
Wednesday wont go away
Wednesday morning, yeah

song performed by America
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Make Me Know It

(words & music by otis blackwell)
You say that you love me
And swear it to be true
But if you care to come over here
And make me know it do
Come on now, make me know it
Then go ahead and show it
But if you care to come over here
And make me know it do
You say youve got kisses
And swear that theyre brand new
I think thats fine if you aint lyin
But make me know it do
Come on now, make me know it
Then go ahead and show it
I think thats fine if you aint lyin
But make me know it do
You wont have no trouble proving it to me
Come right along youll find me
Helpful as can be
You say you wanna hold me
And stick to me like glue
Well hearings deceiving
And seeings believing
Make me know it do
Come on now, make me know it
Well go ahead and show it
I say hearings deceiving
Seeings believing
Make me know it do
You wont have no trouble proving it to me
Come right along youll find me
Helpful as can be
You say you wanna hold me
And stick to me like glue
Well hearings deceiving
And seeings believing
Make me know it do
Come on now, make me know it
Well go ahead and show it
I say hearings deceiving
Seeings believing
Make me know it do
Oh make me know it
Then go ahead and show it
Make me know it
Then go ahead and show it

song performed by Elvis Presley
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Rumour

I listen to rumours
Stone cold and bleeding
They burn my heart away
Left me alone and afraid
Words seem to leave me
Just when I needed them
Just like I need you
Like Im supposed to do
They say:
Love is deceiving
She wont stay forever
Love is deceiving
Is all that she knows
Love is deceiving
Shell leave you forever
Love is deceiving
She comes and she goes
I wonder
I wonder
I listen to rumours
Listen to everyone
Everyone but you
And now its all too late

song performed by Gary Numan
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Nothing Achieving

Words and music by Stewart and Ian Copeland
My daddy's boots don't fit me
'Cause I'm bigger than him
He says I make him big now
I'm bigger than him
You see there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving
You've locked the doors on your good living
And you told me to wait
You've got me backed into a corner
You're making me hate
I say there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving
[They say there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving]
Throwing stones that are reeling
>From a reasonable light
You muscle in when I have a party
Ready to fight
I say there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

song performed by Police
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Poetry and the crossword puzzle

Poetry is like a crossword puzzle the right pieces must be in the right places to understand the meaning.
It can be very deceiving.
To the one who is over achieving

Still I'm only learning
In the eyes I'm seeing as I'm reading
Focus now and you'll start retrieving

Poetry is like a crossword puzzle the right pieces must be in the right places to understand the meaning.
It can be very deceiving.
To the one who is over achieving

Still I'm only learning
In the eyes I'm seeing as I'm reading
Focus now and you'll start retrieving

If I start bleeding you'll know why
I did just too much with my eye's
They have been compromised

Poetry is like a crossword puzzle the right pieces must be in the right places to understand the meaning.
It can be very deceiving.
To the one who is over achieving

Still I'm only learning
In the eyes I'm seeing as I'm reading
Focus now and you'll start retrieving

Poetry is like a crossword puzzle the right pieces must be in the right places to understand the meaning.
It can be very deceiving.
To the one who is over achieving

Still I'm only learning
In the eyes I'm seeing as I'm reading
Focus now and you'll start retrieving

If I start bleeding you'll know why
I did just too much with my eye's
They have been compromised

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Two Faces Are Better Than One

She carefully took off her face
which she then delicately placed
in a row with her other ones
and she sought a new shinier mask
with which to face the Gathering Night..

She plucked from her Personality Box
a perky, flirty model,
changeable first cold
and then blowing sexy hot
adding to this a mysterious air
from her mood selection repertoire.

These were plied on with make-up
and sweet pouty expressions;
eyes glinting aqua green
from new aqua-marine contact lenses;
she draped her hips with satin and velveteen
daring the full length mirror
to deny her as the prettiest one
who would attend the party that night.

He took off his silly face-
the clown mask-
replacing it with his hero veil,
stern look, and manly pose
and pronouncing himself
an action figure
ready for the evening's gambol.

So marching to their home's door
they faded into the grey light
confident in the faith
that reality's appearances
need only fool a few
for just one important night.

After that
another face is always there
for choosing with just a few minor repairs
can be made serviceable
for another round of night,
of masks, mystery, appearances
in the misty
grey light
of misty
grey lives;
now clinging to
the reality
that sometimes

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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Avon's Harvest

Fear, like a living fire that only death
Might one day cool, had now in Avon’s eyes
Been witness for so long of an invasion
That made of a gay friend whom we had known
Almost a memory, wore no other name
As yet for us than fear. Another man
Than Avon might have given to us at least
A futile opportunity for words
We might regret. But Avon, since it happened,
Fed with his unrevealing reticence
The fire of death we saw that horribly
Consumed him while he crumbled and said nothing.

So many a time had I been on the edge,
And off again, of a foremeasured fall
Into the darkness and discomfiture
Of his oblique rebuff, that finally
My silence honored his, holding itself
Away from a gratuitous intrusion
That likely would have widened a new distance
Already wide enough, if not so new.
But there are seeming parallels in space
That may converge in time; and so it was
I walked with Avon, fought and pondered with him,
While he made out a case for So-and-so,
Or slaughtered What’s-his-name in his old way,
With a new difference. Nothing in Avon lately
Was, or was ever again to be for us,
Like him that we remembered; and all the while
We saw that fire at work within his eyes
And had no glimpse of what was burning there.

So for a year it went; and so it went
For half another year—when, all at once,
At someone’s tinkling afternoon at home
I saw that in the eyes of Avon’s wife
The fire that I had met the day before
In his had found another living fuel.
To look at her and then to think of him,
And thereupon to contemplate the fall
Of a dim curtain over the dark end
Of a dark play, required of me no more
Clairvoyance than a man who cannot swim
Will exercise in seeing that his friend
Off shore will drown except he save himself.
To her I could say nothing, and to him
No more than tallied with a long belief
That I should only have it back again
For my chagrin to ruminate upon,
Ingloriously, for the still time it starved;

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poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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In Every Crooked Crevice to Be Crannied

In a closeted society.
Crumbling from pretensed traditions.
Where sexual aids are televised to satisfy pleasures.
In prime time or anytime one views!
It seems extremely immature,
To believe those who currently 'sleep'
With a releasing of their 'needs'.
With same sex partners.
Would 'not' do so...
IF laws restricting such activities,
Were suddenly implemented...
To prevent consented wishes!
Or...
Would lower a rising divorce rate.
Complicated by domestic abuse issues.

Although beating someone to death,
Is more accepted.
Just as it is perfectly okay...
To take someone's life,
Because a lost job was the excuse.
Or getting behind the wheel to drive and then kill...
Is considered more redeemable,
Than the smoking of 'pot'...
Inside one's home!

Our prisons seem to reflect,
What is or is not condoned!
The smoking of weed...
Has seldom received,
A life sentence behind bars for manslaughter.
Although those judgements made,
Are not mine to pass.

Nor...
Will a return to moralistic values,
Never realistically practiced.
Be prioritized by those whose eyes,
Are on someone they would like to screw.
When and where they choose.
Regardless of charaded public appearances.
Unless those 'appearances'
Were made in nakedness.

And the thought of some folks having sex,
Entirely clothed...
Would be more appropriate to suggest!

Men limped wrist,
Or women wearing lipstick...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Painted From Memory

Such a picture of loveliness
Didnt you notice the resemblance?
Doesnt it look like she could speak?
Those eyes I tried to capture
They are lost to me now forever
They smile for someone else
Funny, how looks can be deceiving
But shes not easily
Painted from memory
Youd think that I would know by now
Those eyes I tried to capture
They are lost to me now forever
They smile for someone else
And so this had to be
Painted from memory
She is gone, and I must accept it
She is lost to me now
But I cant look away just yet though
She smiles for someone else
And so this had to be
Painted from memory
Funny, now I can see
How looks can be deceiving
And so this had to be
Painted from memory
Funny, now I can see
How looks can be deceiving

song performed by Elvis Costello
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Evil Hearted You

Corazon de diablo siempre me intentas rebajar,
Con las cosas que haces
Y las palabras que difundes contra mi.
Corazon de diablo seguiras engaadome,
Con tu falsa sonrisa
Y tus canciones de sirena,
Sonriendo engaando, coqueteas conmigo hasta que no hay esperanza,
Respondiendo degradando, de rodillas intento agradarte.
Pero te quiero sin embargo y te deseo piedad,
A mi lado y veras lo que significas para mi.
Corazon de diablo siempre me intentas rebajar,
Con las cosas que haces
Y las palabras que difundes contra mi, sobre mi.
Corazon de diablo siempre me intentas rebajar,
Con las cosas que haces
Y las palabras que difundes contra mi,sobre mi.
Que harias sin mi,sonriendo,engaando,
Coqueteas conmigo hasta que no hay esperanza.
Translation
Evil hearted you, you always try to lower me,
With the things that you do and the words you spread against me.
Evil hearted you, you will keep deceiving me,
With your false smile and your mermaid songs,
Smiling,deceiving,you flirt with me 'till there is no hope,
Responding degrading, on my knees i try to befriend you.
But i love you anyway and i wish you pity,
Beside me and you'll see what you mean to me.
Evil hearted you, you always try to lower me,
With the things that you do
And the words you spread against me, over me.
Evil hearted you, you always try to lower me,
With the things that you do
And the words you spread against me,over me.
What would you do without me,smiling,deceiving.
You flirt with me 'till there's no hope.

song performed by Pixies
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Does He Love You

(sandy knox, billy stritch)
Reba:
I've known about you
For a while now
When he leaves me
He wears a smile now
As soon as he's away from me
In your arms is where he wants to be
Linda:
But you're the one he rushes home to
You're the one he gave his name to
I never see his face
In the early morning light
You have his mornings, his daytime, and sometimes i have his nights
Reba:
But does he love you
Linda:
Does he love you
Reba:
Like he loves me
Linda:
Like he loves me
Reba:
Does he think of you
Linda:
Does he think of you
Reba & linda:
When he's holding me
Reba:
And does he whisper
Linda:
Does he whisper
Reba & linda:
All his fantasies
Reba:
Does he love you
Linda:
Does he love you
Reba & linda:
Like he's been loving me
Linda:
But when he's with me
He says he needs me
And that he wants me
That he believes in me
Reba:
And when i'm in his arms
Oh he swears there's no one else
Is he deceiving me
Or am i deceiving myself

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song performed by Reba Mcentire
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Perpetuating A Cause

Perpetuating that one myth of old, with roots so deceptively bold,
Exalting man above God’s Grace, and putting man in God’s place.
With its roots going back to when, Satan began deceiving all men,
Raising the heart’s desires of man, well above their Creator’s plan.

Satan’s lie from way back then, is still deceiving the minds of men,
He fills men’s heart with such pride, so The Word of God is denied.
As he seduces the natural mind, causing men to be spiritually blind,
Creating no need for Christ at all, as Satan fuels man’s spiritual fall.

Satan spins a creative web of lies, making men think they are wise,
But only in their own eyes, as the things of God they soon despise.
These men become quite arrogant, ignoring all things God has sent,
Those things being God’s Holy Word, and the other warnings heard.

So then Satan creates alternatives, guiding how the unbeliever lives,
Counterfeit plans created by him, plans which are full of wicked sin.
And this sin hardens one’s heart, so from The Lord men truly depart,
To then be used by that Evil One, as opposition to God’s Own Son.

As Satan inspires many a cause, all to mislead those spiritually lost,
Saying that it’s good for man, diverting him from God’s saving Plan.
An empty cause of no eternal worth, deceiving men around the earth,
Perpetuating Satan’s Eternal Lie, that many won’t believe till they die.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Rode to a Knight Impale - after John Keats - Ode to a Nightingale

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My part aches and a rousing stiffness pains
my whole as though viagra I had drank,
or loosened up some pheronomic chains
split seconds past, endorphined, anticipating prank.
'Tis not through envy that I ask a lot,
but seeking through your image happiness,
love-lipped epitome of all that please
amused muse stays aware that what you've got
conjurs wet dreams, streams’ ready eddies numberless,
straw hollow swallows spring in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
fat vat prime time cocked, erect in deep pelvic berth,
tasting of horny fauna’s jelly beans,
dancing tandem to tambourine song since sunny birth!
O for a beaker full of the warm south,
filled to whet winking brink noways obscene,
with beaded bubbles oozing at the brim,
of purple-hooded mouth;

That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
and with thee knock on doors quite in the swim:
ride far away, knot solve, and quite forget
what you senses leaves had never known,
no weariness, no fever, and no fret.
Here, men lose wit to hear each other groan
as palsy shakes a few, sad, beardless chins,
where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and sighs;
where but to think of size baits rod with sorrow
and leaden-eyed despairs,
No, Beauty, none may mime your lustrous eyes,
where new Love pines, fears un-orgasmic morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
not roped in by vile censors, critics’ pards,
but on untrammelled wings of intimacy,
though most dull brains perplex, their sloth retards.
Already with thee! tender is the night,
and tenderness my motto ‘tis well known
to massage tissues starry nights, sun days,
without the which love’s light
moons absence of reflection, breezes blown
through tortuous gameplays, inexperienced ways.

You should not care what flowers are at your feet,
for all is incense garland, and endows

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Some People Peek At Evil

Look at me I wish to resist evil.
I don't want a piece of it to sit near me.
I've got to rid deceiving people...
Smiling at me like I'm fit to eat!

Look at me I wish to resist evil.
None of evil do I want near me
Some people peek at evil through their keyholes.
With beliefs I see as much naïve!

Look at me I wish to resist evil.
It doesn't fit,
Acquit me from it please.
I've got to rid deceiving people.
Those who trick and think I treat.

Some people peek at evil through their keyholes.
With beliefs I see as much naive!
I've got to rid deceiving people.
Those who trick and think I treat.

Look at me,
Look at me resist evil.
With every bit of strength I've got.

Look at me,
Look at me...
Resist.
With every bit of strength I've got.

Look at me,
Look at me...
Resisting.
With every bit of strength I've got.
I've split from evil and that's it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deception

Sighs and lies fill the air
Appearances deceive

She may seem weak
But she hides her strengths
The silence you mistake
As unintelligence
Masks a bright mind with
Things to shout at the world
Behind and exterior of calm
A war rages just below
And underneath a still facade
Her eyes burn bright and true

Sighs and lies fill the air
Appearances deceive

poem by Autumn Winds
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Appearances

Appearances, appears, ran, sea, pans, sear, ear, pace, aces, era, pens, peace;
The wealth of the land is now exposed to us!
But only few are controlling it and majority do suffer.

Appearances, pears, peers, an, as, rapes, raps, reaps, peas, cans, near, races;
The wealth of the land is controlled by only few people and,
Majority suffers in the name of practicing democracy.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Stranger in Strange Crowd

STRANGER IN STRANGE CROWD

Dreams stranger’s path divide
from crowd’s uneven t[h]read
who's tissue, issues poorly understood, through dread
is left behind, swirls second rate as flotsam on life's tide,
noise windmills, senses silent, life-blood sped,
bled white, so often fearing fear, by wisdom wide,
unblessed, unsteady set sights low instead.

Despite stress, sentiments denied, imagination set aside,
stranger story stores till head heeds heart, until desires well led
fire understanding rich allied with empathy sustaining ride.
Swift Pegasus is supplied
with neither saddle, A to Zed accoutrements life tears to shreds
when vested interests, motives pure collide.

Defy temptations of soft ride
along straight road which, comfort fed,
selects ‘safe way’, too often dreads
free choice, autonomy. Self-pride
corresponds to quest for bread.

Distrust that moment Fortune’s tide
entwines in fickle thread
conformity, convention wed.
Scorn empty homage, those who glide
through vain p[l]ain life, misled.

Survival instinct, safe homestead, a ‘living wage’, priorities
appear, as opportunities to seize as each spins finite set
tripped, snipped, then ripped by Norms with ease.

Far from madding crowd who dares assign
himself true rôle in life, who thinks,
who sifts chaff, grain, drains lees from wine, palms pearls from swine?
Who, intact, acts and interacts, discerning fiction, facts,

opposes expedience, authority which hoodwinks
manipulated herd unheard, which lacks
true overview impartial, thus reacts
rather than responds, its armour: chinks.
On each new generation weigh rigid systems spawned by Fate unkind.
As pawns most men play puppet parts in Time’s relay game of tiddly-winks.

Is search for self through mirrored minds
just base reflection on sight lost?
Insisting on base ‘skills’ man finds
intuitions atrophy - cost

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Comforted In Ease

Appearances have kept them locked,
Into traps.
A physical existence,
Has made sure their minds...
Stay blinded like that.

Caught up and teased,
By what 'necessitates'...
A life of luxury comforted in ease,
They kill themselves for that.
And do it literally.

Appearances have kept them locked,
Into traps.
A physical existence,
Has made sure their minds...
Stay blinded like that.

And like bats living in caves,
Darkened to provide satisfactions intact.
Nothing outside of their programmed comfort zone...
Is going to convince them,
What they have is not 'owned'. It's just on loan.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Current Expectations

That sharing with a tactic used,
Gets to becomed overdone.
And somewhat diffused,
By the actions of some.

When those who are approached...
Have in the past given up their last.
Are today told and shown by the ones,
Seeking to be impressed when addressed...
That what someone has to give and offer them,
Does not meet with the needs of current expectations.

'I'm sorry.
What are your updated expectations? '

~We now seek those with approved appearances,
Before we consider what it is to us they give.~

That sharing with a tactic used,
Gets to becomed overdone.
And somewhat diffused by the actions of some,
Blinded by image and quick to refuse...
One's abilities and expertise.

~We now seek those with approved appearances,
Before we consider what it is to us that is freely given.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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