Today, tell the Truth. Not the truth, but the Truth. #
Langston Hughes knew the difference: #
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you--
Then, it will be true.
Do you? #
Today, tell the Truth. Not the truth, but the Truth. #
Langston Hughes knew the difference: #
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you--
Then, it will be true.
Do you? #
If Langston is right …
but he’s not, I fear,
because if I wrote the truth
then someone would get hurt;
My words are daggers
and the one who would get bleed the most
would be me –
so I edit this,
I edit that,
I tinker until the truth is squeezed out
of my writing –
but not my head,
never my head –
because as much as I cower in public
behind false statements and insincere sentiments,
in private, I am courageous
and I fear nothing –
and that is the truth.
List to the poem: http://www.box.net/shared/static/hcieajo2e9.mp3
Kevin Hodgsons last blog post..Reflections on Digital Storytelling with Teachers
Omegle.com is anonymity
like speaking through curtains too thick
for silhouettes.
A stage with no spotlight
soon brings the actor out and
I become younger, or
rich, or
foreign, or
domestic.
The only thing I’m not is the truth.
If Truth came to lunch
we’d all lose our appetite;
for poetry, too
Ed Webbs last blog post..Media & Identity in the Middle East – Noted This Week (weekly)
Ode to my High School English Teacher
Today I poured my heart upon a page
my fears
and desires
the ugliness inside me
naked for him to see
I told the truth for once
my audacity
and boldness
the courage I exuded
earned me an ‘F’
He did not want the truth.
Angela Stevenss last blog post..We’ve Got Openings!
The Truth is not the truth because the truth is false,
For one the Truth is True, and only the truth is false.
If it is not True, then it is not True, and if it is not true, than it is True.
So abstain from true and be True.
If the truth came to spend the day
It would turn around and walk away
Because we speak a life of lies
The truth would fall and start to cry
Even though we say whats right
It’s often changed, like “off-white”
Speaking what you say is true,
It’s mostly true, but just to you
The truth is unknown and never wrong
But in this world it don’t belong
If I told you the truth
it wouldn’t be,
because it stopped
being truth
when I spoke the words.
I want to be honest,
really, I do.
The truth
that I know is not
truth to you.
I have learned
that there is no truth.
Jasmine Tylers last blog post..Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Betrayed again, I hate you so
You gave to me love and hope
I turned around and you hurt me more
You turned around I showed you worse
Destroyed the friendship upon a post
I’ll reside along the coast
With the sea my soul will shine
You’re to busy living with a lie
The truth is dead it haunts us all
Making us lie until we fall
The truth is lie and a myth
Making our minds completely sick
The reason we lie is simply
Because we’re terrified
Knowing we can’t handle it
Is tormenting us every bit
Everyone lies it’s the reason… we all die
An optimist a pessimist and a plagiarist
Sat round to chew the fat one winter’s night.
The optimist spoke first upon the subject
And posited quite clearly she was right.
The pessimist spoke next with poisoned tongue
That his opinion wasn’t worth a song,
And summarised the issue with a sneer
That far from being right, he was quite wrong.
At last the plagiarist began to speak
In imitation of what was heard that night,
And reproduced to others what they’d said
That “if you think you’re wrong you’re maybe right”.
Ken Allans last blog post..The Definitive Investigation – Don Tapscott
A curious thing, that which is true.
What is true to you
is not so true to me.
More perception, and what we think we see.
that’s why you and I see differently what lies within.
Words can spin,
Stats can be juked,
So what is True, may be a fluke.
Kyle Stevenss last blog post..What’s New in Web 2.0–Randy Rodgers