Thursday 26 July 2012

From Beneath the Mound

An often unpleasant unknown,
Distain camouflaged by a constantly misguiding influx,
Stuck beneath a mound of destructive tedium,
Dust invading my lungs.

Choke.

Liquid soothe calms cranial peril,
From a complacent existence to an acidic diversion,
A sudden burst of courage melts claustrophobic rubble,
Precipitation of desire adds weight to the cause.

Breathe.

Eternal downpour of the not so spotless mind,
Clouds set to clear at the next expected chime,
Realisation has not always contained best intentions,
These intentions though hold the path not the crossroad.

Trust.

Vision now visible due to a reliable spontaneity,
Confusion dispersed by a foreign light,
Whose hand is it embracing my outreached mind?
Whose face is it blurred beneath the empathetic sun?

Control.

Pleasantly refreshing my soul,
Rehydrating my unshackled and thirsty heart,
Palms entwined like strangers amidst a crowded circus,
Finally in command of a personal expedition.

Soothe.

Complacency can massacre passion,
Trusting in change thus far incomparable,
Instinctual self-confidence the most blissful reality,
We as ourselves are the most precious creation.

Believe.

Imperium capere vitae.