Quatern is such a perfect verse
From poets we would never curse
Just eight syllables in a line
Written so they’re sweeter than wine
Written so our hearts might rehearse
Quatern is such a perfect verse
Filled with light, life and precious love
A poem of joy from above
Often words seem to fit just right
Stealing the show, lighting the night
Quatern is such a perfect verse
Written by souls who won’t coerce
Just four stanzas reveal a plan
a poem before we began
not a word the heart can reverse
Quatern is such a perfect verse
I was born into fear,
All I could hear was yelling,
There was no telling what was next,
Perplexed I grew curious,
Furiously flexing i threw objects,
I knew when it got serious,
A series of events would take place,
Ending with a slap in the face,
Making me chase away the sorrow,
Until it came again tomorrow,
Borrowing peace,
Searching for a release,
Something to ease the tension,
Binding me to this dimension,
My body an extension,
My energy is in intention,
The direction set by a feeling,
Though fear is stealing the show,
Keeping me stuck in the shadows,
Being too afraid to grow,
Was keeping my energy low,
I'm letting it all go,
It's hard to do though,
Not worried if I go slow,
I know what way to go,
Throwing myself to the fears,
Born of Cosmic tears,
Created just to be here.
I am a projection,
An Idea through connection,
A physical perception.
Since inception,
Part of the Sources collection.
I can feel the attention,
The affection in my reality,
A reflection of its love for me.
I am able to see,
The character I came to be.
A heightened sensitivity,
Aware of how you feel.
You're not even real,
Just another gear in the wheel,
Stealing the show,
Until I know,
That's how it's supposed to go,
So I can grow into my shadow.
Though I can feel every moment,
I'm only a projection sent,
Into the firmament,
To experience many events,
Opening up my presence,
To remember my present.
I saw the sun
and damn it was bright
As it broke through the morning
and cancelled the night
It painted the heavens
a soft pastel glow
With orange and pink
now stealing the show
It shone on the water
reflecting the blue
The beach wore a tint
that was shiny and new
Then climbed in the sky
throwing heat to the ground
Where so little shade
anywhere could be found
It strolled on its path
as it went on its way
Bringing its light
till the end of the day
Then in a show
of spectacular sight
It bid farewell
to the returning night
I am not but a fool that craves thy mouth,
Such craving has made me lost every sense of mine.
I crave thy eyes, shining like a pair of stars,
Taking on the spotlight, stealing the show of the night.
In the dark of the night whenever I feel lonely and lost,
That is when I most crave thy voice,
Mumbling light into the night, illuminating every sense of life,
Hunger of thy smile, craving your laugh,
Thirst of thy skin, alluring fraud...
I do remember her hair,
Waving in rhythm with her silhouette,
Have I lost my head? Is it too late to escape?
I've fallen into your spell,
I have lost more than I ever thought I'd have,
Chasing a dream, chasing a fraud.
But I keep asking the same question in my head,
Over and over again... Does she remember as well?
Over and over again...
Is it now time to escape...(?)
- Sek Chavira, January 16th, 2015.
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