Truthful Lies, Introduction

Introduction

Sometimes I wonder… Should I destroy the old me

To become a songwriter or a storyteller

I love being a poet… A self-proclaimed profession

A profession that should have no rules

But as in most things

People believe that men need rules

To save themselves from the ignorance of self

To control dangerous behaviors such as writing

 I’ve been finding rules that needed breaking

Since I was inside the womb

At least that’s what my mother tells the world

I find myself attracted to rule followers

Because they make such good fodder to write about

And they make me feel so good about my twisted self

Funny thing about a story

They are always looking for someone to share with

For a long time I didn’t know poetry was chasing me

Then one day a story found the smallest of crack

 So it entered my mind and marinated and fermented

Then without notice

The fermented words intoxicated my tongue

Then without degree… I became a wordsmith

Another self-proclaimed title

That only has meaning or value to the user

Or other people suffering from self-infatuation

There have been times

When I wish I could seal the crack

To keep words from becoming the elixir

That robs sleep from me

But here I am… Writing again

Truthful Lies
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy