Adoration of Hope

Fragile slumbers beneath a humid quilt of salty strain.

Beating claustrophobia birthed from a surrounding cluster of bedlam.

A soft cruel chill hacks intently at an icy sanity.

She keeps my nerve contained within her innocence.

The chain that cages a potentially prevailing panic.

My strength stems from my adoration like a rose from the shrubbery.

The stabilizer upon the unbalanced scales of the soul.

Conjoined palms continuously screaming for a majestic miracle.

Briskest winds blowing away the doubting debris left upon cerebral pavements.

Already answered questions require no squints.

The warmth of a broadened embrace felt at the core of every individual.

Encrypting faith into our very being.

This magnificent mystery the provider of solidity.

Our beautiful calm defying shady mutterings.

Such an unfaltering grace coupled with a magnetising elegance.

Sparkling through dire circumstances with pride and ease.

Unified by the failure of prying eyes and sealed lips.

Peeping Tom blinded by the severity of an untethered passion.

Brushing through whining crowds like a brush to a palette.

Absorbing brutal downpour and bathing in clarity.

'Together' seems such an underrated ideal to the misled masses.

A generation consumed by selfish promiscuity. 

Such a prominent distain at the concept of sharing love with youth.

Misguided and misinformed minds guarded by vicious virility.

Envious femininity ignorant to the truest joys of a shared life.

No word or whisper will chip at our desire.

No wandering eye or wicked wink will avert our gaze.

Our palace of grandeur all that now remains.

Built upon the ruins of past mistakes and surrounded by a thousand suns.

Together we shine through the generic dullness of false reality.

Weakness truly is extinct.

Mother Harlot

Peering passively from her dusky tunnel,

Entranced by breathless raindrops making love to the pavements,

Comprehension of love now a warped fantasy,

To seek peace in chaos is to collide with madness,

Who are we though to judge the true meaning of madness,

Our understanding of such drastic proportion is minimal,

Fabrics begin to shimmy beneath the damp debris,

A chill so strictly adhered to,

A half full life glued together by half empty shells,

Hidden morality torn apart at the hands of the Devil,

She needs Him just like He needs her,

Desirable opportunities sparse,

Required choices limited,

This world of obtrusive politics leaves no room for her testimony,

Her beauty reduced to powdered insecurity,

The purchase of flesh a grotesque reality,

Body snatched at the drop of his hat or her blouse,

The completion of each sordid transaction the provider of infantile merriment,

Childish innocence her saving grace,

The meaning of worthwhile tested to breaking point,

An exhalation of true prominence,

More meaning than any boast or belief,

Stalking the moonlight with paternal motivations,

This graffiti prison a home away from home,

Nobody looks beyond the static frame,

Total numbness providing more sensuality than the flesh of the shadows,

Composure extensively challenged by an overwhelming vulnerability,

When was the last time somebody asked her name?

The Marrow of Life

Life,

A muddle of words, actions, ideas and consequences,

Amidst all cliches though lies inexplicable beauty.

To be extraordinary is to truly live,

To seek extraordinary things is the bravest quest to endure.

Being branded a romantic or the exception is no fowl trait,

To be notable within conformity is to die before death.

Seize but do not be seized.

When you do find love do not dismiss it or doubt through fear,

Always test love but never compromise its importance,

Testing leads to strength but to compromise will lead to dissolution.

Cause ripples in stagnant puddles,

Change the world with your own ideas and words,

One day somebody will listen and one day somebody will believe,

Belief instills confidence,

Always dilute confidence with respect or respect will not be returned.

Nobody is owed happiness,

To pursue happiness is to experience the real meaning of lifes' journey.

As seasons pass us by like the hands of a clock the colours of the leaves change with them,

The trunk and the roots though will always stand firm until it is time for fresh bark.

Rivers may seem like they flow in the straightest of directions,

Tedious and unchanging,

Always look at life from a birds-eye view and you will experience all twists and breaks,

To comprehend each disruption is to be aware of a steadfast destination.

Trust in your own heart and mind because trusting yourself is the hardest aspect you will face.

Your Father is your maker and your teacher,

A world without learning and faith in knowledge is an untameable war.

Begrudge nobody and nothing,

Build the grandest fountains on the most tarnished ground.

Through strife and strain the rawest of human emotions will take flight,

Find peace and strength within these truest of truths.

Miracles can happen if you truly want them too,

Do not try to understand everything though,

Sometimes it is the unexplained that can bring the most joy.

Time spent trying to walk on water is time wasted,
Wasted time is the plight of friendship and love.

Make sure you invest enough time with your feet placed firmly to the ground,

There is nothing wrong with comfort but never forget to break down the necessary barriers.

Laugh and smile in all possible circumstances,

Always remember though to take the time to soak in reality.

Never embrace vacuous tendencies,

Limits are there to be pushed but boundaries should always be noted,

Challenge after all is what keeps us breathing.

Opinion will always be in battle with fact,

Despite one being the catalyst to the others' survival.

It is the differences that make every day worthwhile,

Make sure you feel invincible in your youth and exalt in your oyster,

There will come a time when regret will knock at your door,

Your ears though should be blissfully deafened by defiant memories.

Never forget your passion or falter in attaining its fullness.

Contribute your verse to every part you play but be sure to perform from your own script,

You are both protagonist and director as much as many may dispute.
The outside does exist,

As does love and as does life.

More importantly though so do you.

You do exist,

So live deliberately.

Inspired by the 1989 Peter Weir film 'Dead Poets Society'