The Poet’s lie

I suffer from an ugly secret that I wear on a lie.

I suffer from an ugly truth, and I carry within me an ugliness of lies.

I am the poet who is lying and I pack my intentions into the most beautiful words.

I get the tears to run at you with my sensitivity and I will fill everyone with lies.

Here I give you as poet lies.
I have so many beautiful words to you and I send them to you, hoping to get you.

I bear the ugly around and fills you up and I let it seduce you beautifully.

I am the poet who is lying and I write me in and steal your heart.

I show you my tears flowing in my sensitivity and I will fill you enough just with lies.

I know what it is you want to hear and I use it against you, hoping to get you.

I bear the truth hidden in words and I just try to get you into bed with me.

I am the poet who is lying and I can easily deceive you with truth and lies.

I know even the tears which are expressed in honest sensitivity and I fill myself with lies.

I can tell the truth while I lie and I lie about the truth when I’m honest.

I must say the truth when I lie and I have to lie when I tell the truth.

I’m the ugly paradox and I lie to be honest and I am honest when I’m lying.

I am honest when I say that I want you and I am lying when I said that I want you.

I do not otherwise know how to convince you and I do not know how much truth there are lies.

I’ll be honest now, I will tell you that I lie to get to you my truth.

I camouflage my true words and I disguise them as the light from the beautiful starlight.

I want to tell you honestly the truth and I want to tell you about the lie in the truth.

I do not know how I get told you about my love for you and I tell the truth and give you my lies.

I can truthfully lie to you with the truth and falsely tell you about all the lies in the truth.

I suffer from an ugly secret, and I carry on a lie.

I suffer from an ugly truth, and I carry within me an ugliness of lies.

I am the poet who is lying and I pack my intentions into the most beautiful words.

I get the tears to run at you with my sensitivity and I will fill everyone with lies.

Here I give you as the poet’s truth which is so full of lies and truths.

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About jachso

Hey Destiny Poets. I live in Denmark about 90 km from Copenhagen and works in Roskilde as a teacher and mentor. I'm probably not like most men of my age and yes I am aged 50 years old. I've tried a lot of jobs without finding what I'm passionate about. Writing, I have always loved and I was probably just 14 years old when I produced my first poem. I have not yet been released some of my poems, but I hope it happens one day. I just finished a novel which I would like to have published, now the time and talent show whether I have the ability to write. Poetry has a special meaning for me and this is where I really feel at home. My life has sometimes been marked by many losses. In the mid eighties, I lost my fiance at the time when the accident happened was pregnant. She lost control of the car and drove herself and her child, who was on his way thereby, to death. It has really made its mark on my life and way of thinking. In the late nineties, I had problems with my back and had to seek other avenues to support myself. I finally decided to enroll at university and was admitted to the humanist line. I read philosophy, science, psychology, journalism and history, but philosophy and psychology is my major interest. I thrive today in the RUC aka Roskilde University just 25 km from Copenhagen. My job is to guide and teach, and it is a job with speed and that gives me a lot again. I have two collections of poems ready to be released, if I can find a publisher who will publish them. I have no children, it would obviously be my lot in life although I have tried, but luck never smiled at me that way. If you have any questions for me so I hope you just ask away all you want, I'll respond as soon as I have read the questions. With kindest regards from Jan Sorensen

2 thoughts on “The Poet’s lie

  1. jachso Post author

    Thank you Louis.

    I hope I can be forgiven for all my true lies 🙂 I just had to write this poem and be as honest as I could be even though I lied. Mea culpa please!

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