The King of the Liars… What can make you a lie?

Posted: April 3, 2015 in Pete's Poetry and Song and General Scrible, Tales of the Comeback Kid
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The King of the Liars

Rain crashed against the window pane
But it didn’t really matter
He was wrapped in the safety
Of coffee shop warmth
Amongst favourite smells
Safe from sleepless hell’s
Just reading the kiss and tells
Scribbling down the ideas
That the fresh inked pages seed

He had once called himself
The king of the liars
And was reminded of the fact
Whilst he stirred his coffee
And the singer sang
‘To a writer the truth is no big deal’*
Truth of course has its absolutes
But most truths are hidden in the grey
Shrouded in the things we never say

Nobody had wanted his truth, not even him
Even if he had spoken it when it had really mattered
No one was listening
It was a silent death
In a small wood, next to a ploughed field
Amongst the dead leaves, in the dank dark
On a cold, damp, autumn day
And everything he had been since then
Well, that had been, an invention, a lie

He had reinvented himself a dozen times
Committed a number of crimes
It was how he managed to survive
As he struggled to find his worth
A worth he finally found in her
Her safe arms, her deep love
Her innocent and happy care free ways
But insecurity and his soulless truth
Made her hard to keep

She was not to know
He will always be
The boy that never sleeps
The boy with shields of lies
The man that rarely cries
And though he had once died
He was still just a youth
And if you are a lie
How do you know the truth?

He couldn’t help
But be the man that never was
Some things are just because.
Some one, or some thing, makes us a lie,
Causes us to die
But of course even for him
‘Life goes on’*
It was just not the one
He was born to live

© 2015 Peter Anstiss

*L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. – Noah and the Whale

It seems apt that I should publish this in the week that one of my favourite bands announced that they are no more. ‘The King Of The Liars’ has been kicking about in my mind in one way or another for over a year. A poem/song that is in the past, future and present in the time it takes to drink a cup of coffee. Yet, though the idea was good and the raw emotions were there bubbling below the surface as they always are, it was the words of someone else that hit a chord and tied it all together. L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.

  1. CJ Langley says:

    Great poem…love the lines at the end:
    It was just not the one
    He was born to live.

    And the one:
    To a writer the truth is no big deal.

    Thanks for sharing.

    • petescribes says:

      To a writer the truth is no big deal. – That is the line from a Noah & the Whale song that helped me put it all together; the rest is all me and am glad you enjoyed it 🙂

  2. Love the premise of a life captured in the time it takes to drink a coffee.

  3. petescribes says:

    I like my coffee mugs big – glad you enjoyed it 🙂

  4. sonniq says:

    This . . . Is really good. I think what pisses off some of the people close to me in life is that I don’t lie to them and because I don’t lie and put the the truth of their lies in front of their face showing them the cause they make, when they lie and try to cover up the truth, they choose to believe their lies even knowing it isn’t the truth, because their ego won’t allow them to face it. It’s easier to lose that person in your life than admit your life is built on lies

  5. All captured within drinking a cup of coffee – clever!

  6. Lies become a way to make yourself not yourself, always wondering why you have to make yourself better than you are, when in actually no one really knows themselves. Nice write

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