Poems
by Joy Renee

Sounding Central Truth

What do you mean by denying a Truth that is right before your eyes? Just because a neighbor neighs a lie And it seems easier to agree than to Say the emperor has no clothes? It is the naked truth that we must see And we must say what we have seen. We must retrieve the words from that Place where they reside, where they Are not yet hide-bound, where they Abound in unsounded musings. And Tell it from the crazy place where truth is. Write it from the dark place where light burns So hot it consumes itself. Where the weight Of reality draws real things into the Hole of no escape--the Event Horizon-- Where abide the convent of Graces Hidden from those who know their places, Who scorn play for duty, who know they are Safe only where none can accuse them Of abusing their faces by exposure To pleasure and beauty. beware of Safety if you mean to defy the Word of the herd and speak from the place Where none worship the face. Decry the Lie that others live by and live to Conspire with Creation's desire for Passion and wonder. Embrace the All. Consummate the meaning. Sing the secret from your center.