The title is actually wrong,
Liquid chaos,
An OCD nightmare...
First there are Dreams,
REM induced or wide awake.
Glimmering, vaporous, spinning,
Hour upon hour spent,
Envisioning...
Someday.
Faith & Dreams almost walk hand-in-hand...
pirouetting school girls,
linked at the hip,
Unable to conceive of a day,
That may cease to be true.
When I speak of Faith I do not mean,
Muttered Sunday Platitudes...although there are many who only equate those two together...
Rather I refer to that sweet,
Untainted,
Deeply nurtured Truth that all
Those dreams will be realized..
The sweet Virgin souls,
Seeing only bright lights,
And promise on the Horizon.
Suddenly, Lust attacks...
Blowing in like a Hurricane,
smothering you like the lava that consumed
Pompeii.
All naive, little girl trappings,
Physical & psychological,
Are swept away by the raging tides...
Hormones, Heart-wrenching need,
The tightly held belief that death looms...
If the,"object of desire"
is withheld.
Denied.
This all-consuming fire that feels like implosion & shattering,
All at once.
Somewhere, on whispery, slippered feet,
Love creeps in..
Riding on too calm seas...
Sneaking into your very being,
Your Soul,
With brazen powers that make Lust
Seem like a child's fairytale,
A technicolor spectacle...
Far from the darkness peddled by the Brothers
Grimm.
So there it is, tied in a crimson Satin ribbon...
Acts in a tale told by the Bard,
Over pints in a dingy
Pub.
The Human Condition summed up
in 4 little words...
Love,
Lust,
Faith,
&
Dreams.
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Love, Lust, Faith, & Dreams...
PoetryAn interpretation of our powerlessness in the face of life's emotional maelstrom.