In Proper Dis-order

Life's energies floating all 'round me
Earth, Water, Fire, and Air I breathe -
food for the soul is all I truly need.

This "reality" of guilty illusions where greed and jealousy run
deeply in this universal society.

Rockin' the boat, over and over,
never will we stop; until we see by
the light that strips us free of the limited mentality.

Release the belief - It's okay, we're always safe
Release the pain of comparison and blame,
Open your heart to the beat of silent whispers in our minds.
Only by willing choice can you see, the gloom and darkness deep within
Accept that we FEAR, accept that we HATE, accept that we can never seperate.
So let them cast judgement; understand, they only act out of pain.

It's a human condition, a learned perception of a constant burder of illusions.
Wont you ever stop and question, the intention of the will you weild?
It's your power, step back and see
IT HAS NEVER BELONGED TO ME
the illusion you perceive, is what bound you to me
the lie in your mind that spoke so highly of me
the lie in your mind that spoke so lowly of me
the lie in your mind that once said "IT WILL ALWAYS BE"
Only truth. Only Love, the only things that will ALWAYS BE.

I am as I think I am,
therefore I think I am bound -
accept it
now released,
step back
it's only your thoughts.

travel wide
now be free.
( in the grand search, what are your true intentions? )

Reminder

LOVE is real
LOVE is true
Love governs everything we do
No brain may know the future
or scave the mind of the Creator

Goddess is all material aspects, and all that accompany that is God.

What's on YOUR mind?

what's on my mind this time is a rhyme that's fine
like this world we live in, is peace within - we all know
go with the flow row with the lows and rock with the rolls
fly with the highs sail through the sorrows
we live in now
nevermind the future, love rocks the boat -
left - right - left - right

wonderin where time went
what happened, how'd i get wet?
where did I go, the flow has run dry
im lost and tangle, grippin' at the sky
honesty bothers me, im afraid to be free

split the smoke and focus on the eye
love runs through each of you
love is alive to my surprise
within us all we live too small
life is large, but i think i own it
take a step back and a hundred forward

cant be hiding within an ego
"i am this, i am that"
"i will be this, I will be that"
scarry to think it's not possible
scarry to think I'm just gunna fall
happy to think im gettin great attention
happy to think everybody likes me
fall
falllll
fallllll
falll falll falll
down, i went
there i go -
hit the rocks and find a peace
balance kindly comes rushing in
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
we come runnin 'round the day
searchin' searchin' searchin'
cant find the center through material
i buy, i eat, i sleep, i walk, i run, i fly, i speak, i live, i die, i kiss,

i cry, i lay, i breathe, i smoke, i drink, i think, and nothing doth satisfy.

forget all the lies the government will deny - learn to live with Love.
Take no more than what you need, and charity for those in need.

jealousy poetry of the unspoken delusions.

jealousy poetry of the unspoken delusions.

incoming!
oh no! watch out!
BLAM! (giant explosion)
jealousy
what do I see?
it's lacking outside of me
what do I do!?
where am I now?
why have I left?
chose the denial
chose the apple
chose the material
wait, there's another choice?
how can that be?
that's illusion to me!
you say you know the truth,
well I dont know it, so you can't!
where did you go?
when did it happen?

im here to learn
i hear to listen
i think to live
i brag to glisten
i choose to "prove"
myself to you
yet it does no good
the things i do
jealousy introduced me
jealousy produced me
assumption of nothing
nothing but assumptions
expecting to gain
gaining loss
maintenance to maintain
as the lies turn to insane
control of the brain
only to conclude
the crudest of rude


go along, doing wrong
go ahead, do not dread
fear not, for thine is true
god beloved, me and you
we can guide, ourselves from blue
change our mind, and time will do
the rest be done, inside the lines

open thy heart into mine
view thy soul, next to mine
surrounded by nothing, between no lines
here we stay, here we lay, in time we find
surrender that which pretends to bless
with a material guess of what you are
pain, fear, and scars
inadequacy
lacking, "i think i see"
"terrible things do happen only to me", poor me
assuming
adoring
wanting
and expecting
illuding
delluding
hiding
and fighting
silence is golden,
but when unspoken fear of pain takes reign
give birth to dormant violence
in silence
and peace be within the thoughts
that does give birth to the seedless minds
through choice, dont judge
i could fall blind
only accept, that which is
with love, thanks, and respect
that grows the heart
trust,
patience,
love divine goddess and god.

Self sabotage ॐ

poetry, poetry, poetry,
hug a tree
love a tree
accept a tree
bounce
crickly prickly
ounce
hop skiddle me fiddle ring diddle
flap kidditch soon to be kind
open your mind

understand?

dont need a watch to waste you time
dont need a gun to blow your mind
wOneder - ?where's that thunder
plunder under no more funder
you cant find the brain space to
replace the lies already made
instead reject
what it is in your head
that makes you figity
denial of it
wreck yourself -
self sabotage, got cha?

accept

rubber poetry

as time goes on, space is eternal.
time is time and space is space. burn my brain into the group, buildings fall as I walk beside the wings of light clearly stirring fright.

if I do love myself, myself is sacred. i must protect what i have with what i have.

i can feel a world in which is not seen, smelled, heard, tasted, or touched with any physical sense and yet is within reach of my mind with discipline and gratitude.

the mansion im given I wish to cleanse, live purely for love - freely.

as it seems it's a lie, pathological denial

I carry such burdens on my shoulders. Crippling pain over and over. They say "love" they say "accept the pain" they say "change your mindframe to be at peace". Open your mind, sould and body to me. Let go, open, and see. Suggestion, simply, empowers you and me. Choose "what if" to dowse the hot flames of head games of insecure pain and fear. Put the game in it's place and never mind the faces of the players, see the game for the game that it is.

Something I am participating in.

If you only chose to listen, from the beginning, realizing you know nothing. Instead you hung on to the arrogance and pride that sits and hides waiting until a spark of bubbling blood. A rush of fear as the pain enters into the brain of man. To the max, back track. Find yourself in your mate. Realise, nothing is needed from another for me to succeed. You and I can only obtain peace from acceptance! If theres only one thing I could learn on my time here on earth, I pray that I learn acceptance.


OK! I GET IT!
Holy MOLEY!
One, I fucked it. Two, I lose it. Three, I am falling, falling apart from the sky high feeling that I did create with a psychological mind fuck of a game. As I play I truly believe that my heart is opening, opening to you for me! - SO FAKE SO FAKE!
As I let myself scream and rape your mind with games of brain possession and obsession. The pain flows out and once again you haunt me. "GET OUT! FUCK YOU! LEAVE ME ALONE!" as I choose to be angry you storm through my "defense" - ego choice, not thought twice, just react!
spin and spin twist and rampid heart racing anxiety and POOF
if only you knew, and then you'd know nothing.

all is nothing, and Love reigns



Color the inner-world with PEACE.

Jan 10th 2005 – Cops Home Invasion!

Carl George, Age 21 May 13/1986

At the time this all took place, I was 18 years old and was with friend Sam.I had been visiting LoveCry for several months prior to this, with no implications that anything like this would happen – except the stories I was told about the police harassing LoveCry and people associated with LoveCry.

So my friend and I would go to LoveCry, almost religiously, to visit Angel and some of the other street-kids. We pretty well formed a “family” atomosphere. January 10th 2005 we went to LoveCry – there was snow on the ground - and I noticed a police car sitting across from the gas station on pape south of queen in the empty parking space beside the store on the west side. I thought to myself, “they must be steakin' out PQ's for the crack-dealers.” I got up stairs, LoveCry was located at 1024 Queen above a laundromat, and I told Angel - “there's a police car sitting in the lot across from the gas station beside the store, I think they're watching for crack-dealers”.

As the day went by, we were all hanging out at the time just talking, randomly, about anything. The evening came and we were all sitting at the kitchen table, all of a sudden there's this big crash at the bottom of the entrance stairs, next thing I hear is “.....WARRANT!.......Everybody down! On the ground! Hands on your back!!....” - I didn't quite catch everything said by the police, I was immediately in a state of shock, as the police came into the kitchen with guns drawn pointing directly into my face screaming at me.
Everybody hit the floor, one cop put his knee on my back and put the cuffs on me tight. My heart is pounding at this point, nothing like this has ever happened to me. The cop picked me up by my hands and brought me to the bathroom entrance. He asked me a bunch of questions. My height, my eye color, hair color, age, name, birthdate, where I live, parents names, and phone numbers and if I had any scars and lifted my shirt. Meanwhile, I see behind him into the living room where they are dumping drawers onto the floor and rumbling through everything only to find a little key-chain pop-out knife about 1 inch long, claiming it's a deadly weapon. I also could see one of the officers pretending to smoke Angel's smudge wand (which she uses to cleanse out negativity) and claiming that it's a big cheech and chong joint.

After the cop finished with me, I think he was a philipean, he told me to sit on the toilet and wait. A white cop then came, after a few minutes to bring me to the back porch hall-way, to ask me “why do you come here?”, I am very nervous with cops almost a crippling fear, and I answered him “I come here because Angel helps me with my issues, I do yoga and therapy here” he wrote in his notepad. Then asked me “have you ever seen Angel sell drugs?”, I said “no ive never seen anything like that here”. He wrote some more in his notepad, then brought me out of the hall into the kitchen.

He sat me down, where I saw montana sitting across from me and she was biting her lip to the point where it was bleeding. She looked so scared she was shaking. Then Richie kicked in the entrance doorway, and ran up stairs screaming something. They grabbed him and brought him to the hallway by the washroom. Sam, my friend, was in the office room and she had a male cop in the doorway between the kitchen and the office with a white female cop searching through her things. They were putting her style of clothing down sarcastically saying things like “why do you dress like that?” , the way she wore her make up and peircings “whats the black shit on your face mean? Are you the devil?”, and saying things like “are you on LSD? or Payote?” and of course, Sam is cocky so she said “Yea! Want some?” and then the male cop said “Is there hash in these cookies?” as he ate one, from atop the freezer.

Another white cop took my name again, and brought me downstairs, took my picture and told me to go home. I stood outside the laundromat and waited for Sam.
Montana was second to be let out. Montana and I stood outside waiting for Sam to come out, and we spoke about how scared we were and the way the cops treated us and about montana's biting her lip, as we calmed down.

About 30 minutes later, Sam was let out. She got a ticket, for possesion because they blamed her for having 0.5g of weed, which she didn't have, just because she had made a wallet, glued together, out of little baggies which the police assumed had weed in them.

Frankly, there was absolutely no reasons for this behaviour and intimidation, I felt intimidated the whole time, litterally shaking inside. We haven't done anything wrong, we just want to do therapy and yoga in peace, now I have a paranoia with police abuse that I have to work on, I do not appreciate their treatment.

ॐ Within You Without You ॐ

Beautiful lyrics from The Beatles,

We were talking-about the space between us all
And the people-who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth-then it's far too late-when they pass away.
We were talking-about the love we all could share-when we find it
To try our best to hold it there-with our love
With our love-we could save the world-if they only knew.
Try to realise it's all within yourself
No-one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small,
And life flows on within you and without you.
We were talking-about the love that's gone so cold and the people,
Who gain the world and lose their soul-
They don't know-they can't see-are you one of them?
When you've seen beyond yourself-then you may find, peace of mind,Is
waiting there-
And the time will come when you see
we're all one, and life flows on within you and without you.

Toronto Street News!

Check out this awesome newspaper!
http://www.torontostreetnews.com/

It's very informational, and I think everyone will be enlightened to some extent with the content in this paper.

Check out the springeagle section, as well as LoveCry's Mission.

The Fury Which Lies

Well, look. I'm no expert - I have my own problems. I have things that I avoid too. I play head games on myself too. I am not better than you, nor am I worse than you. I do not want to compete for something you think is real, competion is a lie.
First of all, I find it very difficult to focus on what I am doing when I feel jealous. Second, I miss out on the fact that I am an energy soul. I am a spirit having a human experience and the label I own is "Carl".
Amazingly, one can look in the mirror and make all the faces one wants. Intimidating faces, Angry faces, Sad faces, Happy faces, Stiff faces, Questionable faces, but yet none of the faces pertain to the feelings inside. So one cannot judge what another feels by looking at facial expressions of another all the time, happiness is a feeling not an image. Anger, is a feeling not an image. Jealousy is a feeling not an image.

: Insta Poem : (All too often)
All too often I look with my eyes, and not with my mind.
All too often I hear with my ears and not with my mind.
All too often I taste with my tongue, and not with my mind.
All too often I touch with my body, but not with my mind.
All too often I smell with my nose, but not with my mind.
All too often I breathe with my lungs, but not with my mind.
All too often I walk with my legs, but not with my mind.
All too often I speak with my mouth, but not with my mind.
All too often I sing with my throat, but not with my mind.
All too often I write with my hands, but not with my mind.
All too often I think with my brain, but not with my mind.
Way too often I think of hate for myself, and all things
Way too often I forget I have a mind
Way too often I forget I have a heart

way too often, with everyone.

PEACE

Did You Know? (LoveCry)

[ [ [ [ [ [ FROM LoveCry THE STREET KIDS ORGANIZATION ] ] ] ] ] ]



I have written to you regarding other matters with The Children's Aid Society but we have many and feel that little or nothing is being done to deal with these problems. We only see them getting worse.

Please for just one put yourself into the place of a young father who sees his child is being abused, reports it and is then blamed for trying to help his child. To the point of not being aloud to even visit this child.

or

Any person from the community who decides to help children, see real problems, begins to report them and the Children's Aid Society then begins to blacken their reputation. This person has to live with these lies for the rest of their lives. Many of our Social Services play this particular game.

or

Loose your child, grandchild, cousin or any family member to murderers and abusers because someone forgot to do their job.

Please read the essay below and help us to get these problems solved. If you saw for one moment what I see you would understand that these problems cause: street kids, over loaded court systems, broken people and ultimately broken families and homes.


A Common View of

The Children's Aid Society




Since Children's Aid Society has been in the main stream media a great deal these days I have received many emails and phone calls from all over Canada regarding the improper treatment of Children's Aid Society Staff towards children in care and the general public. I have received many complaints regarding how the Court System feeds into the heavy handed head games being played on parents by The Children's Aid Society Workers on every level.







The Children's Aid Society is trying very hard to keep this type of mistreatment out of the main stream media. The General public is well aware of it and have been for many years. Our trusted officials need to look at the facts:







When the public begins to mistrust the officials such as the Children's Aid Society we have a great deal more then just a problem. That trust is very important and it has weakened a great deal.







I know that with what I have learned I would never trust any system that fails at something and does nothing to correct their mistakes. I could never trust a person who made mistakes, could not own up to them and did not work to correct them.







It is one thing to make mistakes in life (that is how we learn) but If one does not see them one cannot grow or ever know humility.




Angel







Below is an email I received last week from a former Street Kid. This will give you an idea of what I have been told is the publics view on The Children's Aid Society:







Did You Know




by Anne Marie

Did you know that if you are in a children's aid society home in Toronto you are not aloud to look out the window or speak your mind without being drugged, locked up or put in jail.

Richie at 15 years of age was residing in a Society Group Home. He was a very hurt child, raped by his mother , aunt and Grandfather. He often just spaces out and looks out the window. He did this when he was in this group home and they told him to stop staring out the window.




Later that day when they found Richie staring out the window again two of the workers began to mock, put down and threaten him. Then they began to ask him questions (after they had threatened him) and he would not answer. Then they proceeded to grab him, force him into a chair, tied his hands to the arms of the chair and drug him. After a few hours of getting no response these workers called the police and had Richie removed from the group home. Rich returned later and was locked out.




Munchie at 12 years old was in her group home on a very cold winter night in January pf 2000. Munchie was very opinionated even as a young child. When she would not stop trying to state her opinion one night, her workers grabbed her, threw her on a couch and sat on her. Munchie was after words sent to her room, where the workers locked the door. Munchie jumped out a three story window to the street, without any shoes or coat, in the middle of winter. Munchie ran to the highway and hitchhiked from a small town north of Brampton to Toronto.




Did you know that if a children's aid shelter wants they can put children on the streets.

If they do not like you or you do anything out of line they open the door and throw you out.

Below are just a very few this has happened to:




These children were on the streets because Children's Aid Society Threw them out to the streets.

They did not run they walked with the doors opened by their workers. These doors were supposed to be locked.




Richie was 15 years old when he went home to find he was locked out of his group home. He pounded on the door and was told to

go away or the police would be called and he would be arrested. Richie stood at the door crying and another street kid

took him to Covenant House and LoveCry .




Chris was 15 years old when he arrived at his group home one evening. Chris and Tommy (13 years old) had an argument. Both

Chris and Tommy things were quickly packed up and they told they could go and not to come back or the police would be called.




Munchie was 11 years old when she was put to the streets. The police found her and took her back to her group home. Directly

after the police left the aid worker unlocked a locked facility door and told Munchie she could leave. She did.




Becca was 13 years old when she was living in group homes. Her issues kept pulling her back to the streets. She would tell the workers these things but no one would believe her. The nightmares got to be too much and she ended up on crack.




Sherry was 11 when she was kicked to the streets. She also had many issues all being ignored.




Terry was 14 years old kicked out of his group home. One night Terry got into an argument with a worker and found himself on the streets.




Jeremy was 11 years old and told to leave his group home, by his worker.




Beth was 14 ran from her group home saying her worker was threatening to trow her out.




Jeremy M 15, kicked out of his group home.




Shaun 12 years old, the door was left open and he was taunted to leave by his worker.

Did you know that if you give up your child to Children's Aid Society, or even a private adoption agency for adoption, you will be marked as an unfit parent

even if you are not.




Heather at 15 years old was pregnant and on the streets. She went to LoveCry and asked Angel to help her get off the streets and into

therapy as well as give her child up for adoption. Angel contacted an adoption agency and we went to work finding the child a good home.




Heather had never taken any drugs and did not drink alcohol. She was very responsible for the situation by recognizing that she was far too young and immature to raise a child and asking for proper help. The child David is doing very well.




Later Heather after going through therapy, getting an education and getting married wanted to have a child with her husband.

This they did but while they were having this child Children's Aid Society found out and workers showed up at Heather's

hospital bed haranguing and harassing her about taking drugs she had never taken or even seen in her life.




One of the nurses, working with Heather overheard the Children's Aid Workers demanding Heather answer her questions and

threatening to take her child, came to Heathers rescue. She informed them that there are absolutely no drugs in Heathers blood

tests at all and asked them to leave the hospital room.




Janet was 18 years old on the streets and pregnant. She was not on any form of drugs and wanted to give her

child up for adoption. This was the second child that Janet was wanting to give up. She knew that she was not in any position

in life to raise a child, but she was no drug addict either.




Children's Aid society decided to lie on the papers given to the court for this adoption. The Society knows that If they told

a judge that Janet was on some form of illegal drugs there would be little or no chance of Janet being able to have a child

(after she healed or any time) she could keep.




The Society worker told the courts and put on Janet's records that Janet was on CRACK. Janet was never on crack so Janet went to LoveCry and talked to Angel about it and we all decided to peacefully

protested. During a meeting at Children's Aid we proved that Janet was never on any drugs. They promised to change their

records but never did. The Society still, to this day persist on telling these lies.




Did you know that Children's Aid Society listens to gossip all the time and if they tell any court authority what they have

herd, The Society's word is always believed even if it is totally fabricated and most times they lie because they just don't

like the person they are speaking about because the person at hand has told one of the Aid workers off for some reason or

another.




I say this because Children's aid society never have any proof when they tell these tales.

The Aid Society give this information to the courts without proof of any kind. Your name is then put on a black list and your

are classed as an unfit parent. True or untrue, even if you can prove them wrong, your proof is rejected and your name is

blackened and all lies believed.

Leaha was a ward of Children's Aid Society during her preteen years. She ran to the streets due to abuse from the Children's Aid Workers .Leaha was only 13 years old.




After she grew up, had years of therapy and counsellings, got an education and married Leaha decided to start a family. Leaha was over 30 years old and well off the streets by the time Children's Aid Society was told some lies and began to harangue and harass, her husband and children.

Leaha, her husband and children were put through years of hell being watched, having to report, endure spot home visits and harassed by Children's Aid Society. There were never any criminal charges on Leaha or her husband or any form of proof of Leaha being a bad mother(only gossip) that was never proved by Children's Aid Society as being or not being true. All they used against her was that Leaha was abused and as a young child was on the streets (she was on the streets because of Children's aid society's abuse to

Leaha).




Due to gossip that was never proven Leaha was put through all manners of humiliation and begging to be left alone to raise her family. Her oldest child is now 8 years old and after fighting and proving for 8 years finally Leaha file is closed.




Other than the emotional scarring put on these children and their parents by the Children's Aid Workers Leaha now has four beautiful, healthy children.




Did you know that if you are ever on the streets for any reason Children's Aid Society can mark your name and will be at the hospital to take your children when they are borne. Again no proof of your being an unfit parent.

Many people, especially street kids that have matured are just not aware of their rights, they have no proper legal representation or the money to pay them if they did, and are written off without given any chance to heal or change, just because they were once on the streets for whatever reason.




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Did you know that if you report child abuse to Children's Aid Society they will only listen if they are not busy eating their lunch, doing their make up or tired. Children have died due to this one.

If someone that has already had dealings with the Aid Society and the workers do not like them for personal or any other reasons, the workers will not take your report seriously at all.




Children have died due to this one.




Did you know that if Children's Aid Society does not like you for any reason you are blacklisted? You could be the best parent

ever and they will make sure the courts and all others know due to their reports you are the worst parent in the world.

This one I am very familiar with.




When a good friend of mine founded LoveCry there was much gossip going around about her. No one knew Angel at all and did not bother getting to know her because they had their pre-conceived gossip to believe in.




Street kids (being an ex-street kid, I know this to be true) gossip when they do not get their own way or if they like you.




One day they will love you and the next hate you.




When Angel made it very clear that no means no. When she did they put her down and made up totally horrid, completely untrue stories.




Then when she'd give them what they wanted they'd put her up so high that no one can reach her. The greatest, Their Saviour.




ALL BULLSHIT!!!




Many people who have no need for the society have complained to LoveCry that when they have called the society they have been treated with utter disrespect and told they were wasting the workers time they were speaking to. I have over heard these telephone conversations and read emails many times when visiting LoveCry




The Society listens to the tall stories and always believe the negative. If they don't like you or you have what they term wasted their time or disagreed with them on any subjects.




If by chance they don't like you and you are in a custody battle with the other parent they will side with the other parent and you will loose. It truly looks like the Society has our court system in their pockets by the amount of blind trust our judges give them.




Many very good parents are unable to see their children because The Society, without proof took the side of the parent due to what I see as prejudice. They do not check to see what is or is not true.




Like in the case of Jeffery Baldwin. Myself being close to Angel who is his cousin know that the Grandmother Susan wanted to raise Jeffery even her Aunt Cathy and Jeffery's other Grandmother was wanting to help, as did her Cousin Frank and many other family members. Angel speaks very highly of all of them. She says they are her blood.




The society, due to listening to gossip gave Jeffery to the other Grandparents, who murdered him.




It is far too late when a child has died to see the reason is the Children's Aid Society listens to Gossip.




I know at least one person who had half custody of his child and was not getting along with the mother. The mother was told by the society that they would take her child from both of the parents if she did not take the father to court and fight for custody.




This type of thing happens more then we ever see.







And How do I know all of this?




Well I am one of them. I was in a group home and ended up on the streets because I believe that I was abused more in the group home then I was the home they took me out of.




There were many more stories and maybe I will add to this some day but for now this is my start.




Anne Marie




This type of thing happens more then we ever see.




Thanks For Reading This!!!




It is far too late when a child has died to see the reason is the Children's Aid Society listens to Gossip.




Angela D. Femia-Richmond

Director

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Lying

figure this outim a liar
i lie about everything
assumptions are all lies..even if some of them may be found to be true - assumptions, are all lieslying is painfuland therefore, im in love with pain because i continue to lie to myselfto heal, in any way, forgiveness is needed...but first i have to see the lies im telling myself.
assuming anyone is thinking of me, at any time of the day - a lie.assuming, even with a justification is a lie - "well i assumed you were going to get a drink because you grabbed a glass" - well that's not my life to be assuming.
that is lying, and painful to myself and others it IS scrutiny.
lying leads to scrutinizing and forcing lies onto others.\for the love of pain, i assume lies.how does lying to myself serve me in any way? it doesn't, it causes only pain and suffering- illusions./the pain of every lie, is pumped into my body.i think it, and believe it, i pumped it and stored it.i think it and recognize it as a poision, for what a lie is, then it gets trashed, and there's room for the truth.
lying is a sickness all in itself.liars dramatize and exagerate.liars deny lying, as a form of "protection" (really just protection from being seen as their real self)
lying is compulsive and pathological when you have beleived the lies all your life
everything said, thought, and done is pretty well a lie because the attention was not in the right place, nor was the intention.
wish I could add more..
Lying, another way...I want to heal..i want to heal but then I lie, I lie that i dont feel the anger, only to myself, because everyone can see it.
so because, i've learned some therapy through life experiences, I realize "it's wrong to hate, it's wrong to be angry". So when times that I am visciously angry come around, i lie to myself. I know it's doesn't get me anywhere to be angry, so I stuff it down, I dont express it, I lie to myself and say "it's not my anger it's the other guys anger, he's to blame" because I dont have anger i have dealt with it by ignoring it and denying it, I know it's wrong to have anger so i dont even see it as my anger.
more to come...---Color the world with peace
completely brainwashing myself.

Introduction:

Enter the mind, you will find - I am a lie.
You, Me, human, materially, intellectually, deceptively
corrupting and disrupting energy, in-love with pain
hate continues to drain,
listen - just listen and no pretending
no "make beleive"
be real, be easy, just let it be
jibber that, jabber this, tit for tat,
intense is the bitter fist burning inside
producing outer failure and still deny

BLAM

open wide, see with your eye
where have you been,
hibernating,
so lie -- here, there, everywhere, nowhere, up there, in there
now cant you believe!?
nothing but a lie, no one can beleive.
oh, but anger does fill in-rage -
"IF YOU DONT BELEIVE, I CANT BE SAVED!"
bind your hands to the chair,
close your eyes, feel the despair
i created this pain
i've hid so long, NOW have no fear
the truth has always been
the truth will never cease.

Welcome to reality.