I am Lying


What is it good
about it?
I shall tell you
how I write
for people unknown
with such passion
you'd think
we're the happiest
couple
on earth!
How I create rhymes
for endless nights
of crime, so high that
I could never ever rhyme!
How my ink is so
RED
there's no other
logical explanation
rather than
I killed someone!
I know you almost
spontaneously died
out of breath,
out of words for
those verses.

But you can't
be a poet
if you can't lie,
and I lie,
like no other,
in the end,
what's a circus
without a magician?

1 comments:

AcidBurn said...

on I am lying

What is it that you love
about lying?
Why do you even
bother to say
that you make
such untruth
statements
to please
to tease
to give
yourself
so completely
to the unkown?
Is it the
inspiration?
Is it the
adventure?
What is there
inside your mind
that you tangle
thoguhts and loves
fantasies and reality?
what is real?
what is really true?
what is reality?
Still you lie
under texts, under words
under outflowing
thoughts of
infinite possibilities
But honey
can you lie to
yourself?
Forget the language
the concept
the words
the poetry
the texts
Feel you
only
inside
of your scent
Look inside
what do you see?
can you lie
when
unembodied with words?
You might
tremble
cry
smile
but
never lie
maybe decieve
manipulate
persudade
but when you really
try lying to the others
(wait, were you
really trying? )
when you maybe
say words of wisdom
(were you trying to lie,
to please?)
or you just lie when it's gone
words are documented states
of whatever it is you ever
lived
or missed
or even thought
life
I, myself, started lying
when in words
I completely forgot
what was my point
when in truth
I lied that I was
for one moment
really
telling you the truth
about
lies.

 


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