Truth (1)

Truth, these games you play.
Where will they stop . .
when all layers are peeled away
leaving what, then, when?
No key, no me, no mystery
Stripped to the core,
still you'll be wanting more
till the blade reaches my heart
Truth is I love you not
for love's a word I have forgot
lost in layers you have stripped,
suffocated by fresh air.
Dreams are the real reality       
No one loves you as you are
you have to view them from afar
Knowledge kills, swagger rules
the world is full of unstripped fools
Truth is what I can't tell you
in case you tell me too.


Truth (2)

I love you  . . .

when there's no one else to block my view

when nightly lusts are cleansed by morning dew
when the last row fades and the next one's not due
when not watching telly or reading a book
when there's no one else demanding a look
when I'm not dreaming of  a turtle dove.
The truth is all my waking, working, thinking time
you are my one true love
(subject to the above).

Would it were the same for you.



 Truth (3)

Truth: the glue that binds us
closer than love (so transitory)
So keep your lovers: I should care . .
Tell them the truth?

You wouldn't dare.

Love cannot face the truth
It melts like ice on a roof
So philander on; you love it so
But love? It's a debt to truth you owe
But you won't discharge it yet
for reasons you know



Truth (4)
(rape of the mind)

Strip down
talk more
confess
stamp your foot
de-layer
speak more
till sore
then more
I'm not finished yet
keep telling
till we reach the core:
then tell me
yet more
stop when I see the whole
penetrate beyond your soul
knowing how you think.
How will I know when I've hit that spot,
beyond love's reach,
Camelot.


Truth (5)

I called
my dog
Truth
because he
always barks
when
something's wrong.

Truth (6)

Tell me the truth
try me for size
. . . but not now
I am rather enjoying the lies.
We both like to act
unimpeded by fact.

Truth can wait its fate
Contrition's for old age

Just don't leave it too late.

Truth (7)


Unlearn the things
they told you then
Everything is different now
No truth, no god, no afterlife
just us lot here figuring out
how not to kill each other
and succeeding
much of the time

Victor Keegan’s second book of poems. Buy Big Bang at Lulu.com

Hear Louise Quinn of Glasgow’s A Band Called Quinn singing her arrangement of Truth (1)