NAKED TRUTH

Poem by Celestine

 When everything opens inside you,

The whole world's coming out

Like the last pain makes you naked in front of God,
The truth becomes my survival angel

Left into my soul's cage. 

 Holding up his palms,

Made home for my fear of being seen.

My naked truth embraced his chest,
With thrills of joy he lifted me up

Played my heart's story on the edge:

I was the truth inside.

The upper world was missing me.

 

Why fight with myself?

When the other me is half naked under my eyelashes?

Not in my time I shall forget 

All the lying slaves making love with my mind.

Those slaves of the drought Ego,

Fearful slaves of the truth.

Winking host of the death,

Thousands of butterflies were scattered.

Forgot to tell you how they put their wings on a cherry leaf.

Those wings were once my rusted cuffs.

The cuffs of my naked truth.
Somehow, 

One enclosed eye like some cufflinks

Took the end of my empty dreams.

 

 

Winter dance made me slip away.

My delirious glad eye darted a glance
At your truth's ceremony.

Like a missile of genuine creation, walking by

Some statements of how to breath the distrust

How to enchant the naked cadavers, 

In front of a fancy world.

My last dance under the shameful sky,

My last partner of oblivion that once lived inside me,

Before I was born to forget.