INTIMACY OF TRUTH

He asks why I shrink
My mind conjures letters into words
Envelopes but unable to post it
The inefficiency of the post office may misplace it
Misplace it with reactions from cross-purposes
For avoidable protocol of tracing words to letters I shrink

He says I should try him
But I know the end from the beginning
I am expected to be saintly
With perhaps a pardonable trace of sinfulness
Because he supposedly understands I’m human
I can’t determine which of my sinfulness he considers pardonable
So I don’t try him

I quiver at my imaginations
My mind is a roller coaster of horror
The gate of Hades
For his safety, there is no access
No actual intimacy
Let it be closed to family and friends
Entertaining guests will be at the veranda

The explosion of bodies in hot passion is still not intimacy without truth
He could recognize the members of my body in the dark;
Be familiar with the turns, corners
Nooks, crannies, depths and heights of my body
We could surf through a tsunami with goose pimples as evidence
And still not achieve intimacy

My hunger for intimacy deepens
I search and find the one able
To hear my filthy and wretched truth
The one who sees past my truth
And introduced his truth which is grace
Alas, I give up my keys and let him in
I let out fires I shamefully quenched
The intimacy of truth cannot be afforded by humans
But the one already paid

– ChyD
© 2019

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Delicate fate

What is man’s purpose?
What should man oppose?
Failure?
See, failure has become the cheapest commodity
And most importantly man’s priority
For he often finds himself confused
And induced by the noise of the society
Now!
It’s rare to see another show a different action
Everyone walks on the same pattern

What is man’s purpose?
What should man oppose?
Success?
The tale of Hunger Games
The reality that man’s need would never be met
For as long as he breathes
He becomes addicted to selfishness
And if not careful enough
His last remembrance will be during his funeral

So What is man’s purpose?
Or What should man oppose?

The ALCHEMIST
© 2019

The call

I stood in front of him and we were having a nice conversation.

We talked,laughed,smiled and talked again.

I saw the crowd staring at us but i wasn’t moved at all by the unpleasant looks they gave.

I just wished nothing would bring an interruption to our conversation.

I wished we could go and go without running out of words.

I wished we could keep talking,laughing and smiling and just keep the cycle going.

Suddenly,i realized that i wasn’t comfortable standing and having a nice conversation, so i decided to sit next to him.

And again i wasn’t comfortable,so i decided to draw closer till my shoulder rubbed against his.

I couldn’t understand this feeling.

There was something in my heart that needed a fill-in.

Closer and closer i moved till my head rested on the comfort of his chest.

I could hear his heartbeat per minute and each one saying how truely he loves me.

I could hear his deepest thought; abide in me and I in you..

It became apparent that my hunger was to know him each day and know him more

– Princess Pirinye