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Intimacy, a Preface

Poetry By: brokenstar
Poetry



We all say we're fine, and we know we're not... maybe that's why we never know what it means to truly be intimate!


Submitted:Feb 1, 2007    Reads: 212    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


A familiar friend approaches me and asks the unfortunate question,

"How are you?"

"Fine" is my reply.

"FINE"

the lie that r l s off my tongue

o l

with the

greatest of ease

carrying with it the horrific stench of pure excrement.

The truth is,

I'M NOT FINE!

I have a burning conviction,

That none of us,

are at our core, fine.

Yet the lie p

o

u

r

s

O - U - T of our dieing souls,

shielding us from the fire of pure intimacy.

If we were at all honest beings,

We would rather die than miss the chance

to burn within that fire!

When we are given faint glimpses of this inferno,

we

n r u t (((----

In fear and c

o

n

f

u

s

i

o

n!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Like an eight year old boy walking in on his parents having sex,

Or a four year old watching her beloved father

STRIKE her mother with a blow that will

F O R E V E R

Imprint her consciousness with fear and ANGST!

It is fear that f - u - e - l - s our lying tongues

driving our souls to the inner despair

which HELL itself could not compare!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It is like the young prince

who reigns over the street corners.

C R O W N S

His are his punctured veins.

Or perhaps the once beautiful princess

who's beauty is now defined by

the white residue just above her lips.

Her beloved prince charming, is the one

who takes her body and in return

provides her with this 'powdered' beauty.

t

n

e

m

a

r

c

We stand at a distance x

claiming them to be the royalty of e

that favors the lies

our souls commit with such ease.

Though through eternal eyes

these two are nothing less than

god and goddess.

TRAPP
Yet it is the fear of similar time EN judgments ED

that produce the excrement from our tongues.

Perhaps if we began to see that we lived among

gods and goddesses,

that are ourselves.

Then we could allow truth

to f

l

o

w from our lips

and once again burn in the fire,

that cleanses us

providing for us, the door to pure INTIMACY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So may I ask,

"????????????How are You????????????"





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