Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

Self help: Calming Your Soul

A thousand, or more, people in trance, 
Locked in a blackened out vault,
Give themselves to a warm, calming feel, 
Throw away all of their thought,

Then the show gets loud, who will you be, 
You choose leather jacket and jeans,
You choose to be the love heart in the middle, 
Of love in your wildest dreams,

And the drums are alive, with the rhythm of now, 
They take from you total control,
Forcing your thoughts to quieten down, 
This magical balm for your soul,

These thousands of people at a gig in your head, 
The music alone in the dark,
Calm your thoughts to a single one voice, 
Setting your mind to restart.

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Beata Agustin February 24, 2024 at 9:20 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Sara Kendrick February 14, 2021 at 10:08 AM Interesting work. I think you are saying whatever it takes to bring calm to your heart do it? Sara Lewis Raynes February 15, 2021 at 1:12 AM Yes, thats exactly what this one is Sara, thanks for the visit.