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Transition To Death - Part I

Visions of a life unseen, Moments that vanish before thee, Life progresses and I'm left behind, Death a transition of life foreseen. Today you're here, Tomorrow never seems to be, Instances of life and death, Raven of the night take flight and away! Death is calm and precise, Steady and obscure as the night, Pulling strings behind the veil, Pulling me under into the shade. Thy soul shall not awake, A tomb is now your room, Name engraved into stone, And a raven rests above your tomb. Be silent, be still, Believe, be free, Oh, raven, Take me where the shadows grieve. SC, July 10, 2017
In memory of my uncle † (June 22, 2017) † 10th place in the JULY PREMIERE CONTEST sponsored by Brian Strand

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Memories of a Lost Love

 Cold weather, sun setting, a December afternoon,
I was staring at her, as she passed her hand by her cheek, and she bit her lip,
The wind in her face, waving her curly dark brown hair.
An unexpected jumble of feelings roamed through the air.
A whole new set of goals and dreams, adventures and memories,
Of what it seemed the beginning of the end... or was it the end of the beginning?

I still remember every little thing, every little detail, every word we both said,
But I question to myself... Does she remember as well?
Such a question, a good one indeed, but I am not sure if I want to know...
What I do know is that if I live another day, another time, another life... I will choose her once again. 

For her, for only her, I write this note, 
Whose voice gave me peace, and whose love made me whole. 
You led my path through dark times, you carried me off the edge of the fall, and picked me up when I did fall. Maybe I was not the greatest, but be sure I was the only one whose love was pure and true. 
I still can not forget, and yet you banished me from your reign, lost in the clouds on this dark sky which now I travel without your guide.

For her, for only her, I write these feelings,
But I kept asking to myself... Does she remember me as well?

- SC, Jan 2015.  [Dec, 02, 2009*]

1st Place in the MID JULY STANDARD CONTEST sponsored by Brian Strand.

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If Suddenly

You should know...
A few things: 

If suddenly, 
You seek an egress, 
Your soul I'd love to caress, 
If I can not prove my love, 
Like I used to do so, 
Then with words I would preserve it, 
Through eternity, and infinity. 

If suddenly, 
You stop thinking of me, 
Read my words, 
And with words you will remember me, 
It doesn't matter if time has passed, 
It doesn't matter if you cry, 
I will be there. 

If suddenly, 
You feel alone,
With no one to turn, 
With no stone to throw, 
And no shoulder to cry on, 
You can always come home, 
Fragile rose... 
You will always be my rose, 
You will always be my love, 
No matter the cost, 
I will be there for you... 

If suddenly, 
You feel like the sun doesn't shine, 
And that the moon is lost, behind the clouds in the sky, 
If your world has turned black, 
And your nightmares take over your nights, 
Close your eyes, 
Forget the world, forget everyone...
And I will be there...

- Sek Chavira, January 13, 2015.

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A Dream Within a Lie

Take this life, a dream within a lie, 
Uncertain images, surrounding light, 
For what I've seen, for what I've known, 
There is no "hope" for as you go. 
  
Take my crime, a pain within your shrine, 
Unspoken dreams, unbearable memories, 
Fading away with time, dust in the sea of lies. 
  
Take this love, if possible let it grow. 
Let it breathe, let it die, 
Turn back as you walk away, 
Through that door of eminent lost.


© December 26, 2014

Copyright © Seth Callaghan | Year Posted 2014

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Exiled

My love, an exiled of your reign,
I might have lost your love, but not the sense,
Who dares to oust me from such grace?
He who dares must meet my pain.

My love, I'm exiled of your love,
In some other arms I have not found,
Such essence,
Such touch,
My nightmares turning into lust.

Compelled by your grace,
Expelled from your reign,
I was not but a fool!
Turned into your slave.
By your grace, by your grace...
Damned be your grace!
Which allured me to stay.
Damned be your eyes!
Whose innocence made me bend. 
Damned be your face...
For drawing the perfect dream,
Nightmare of my nights,
Yet my reason to live.

Damned be your grace...

- Sek Chavira, January 15th, 2015.

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A Dream Within a Lie

Take this life, a dream within a lie, 
Uncertain images, surrounding light, 
For what I've seen, for what I've known, 
There is no "hope" for as you go. 
  
Take my crime, a pain within your shrine, 
Unspoken dreams, unbearable memories, 
Fading away with time, dust in the sea of lies. 
  
Take this love, if possible let it grow. 
Let it breathe, let it die, 
Turn back as you walk away, 
Through that door of eminent lost.

Copyright © Seth Callaghan | Year Posted 2014

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If I Love You, Or I Don'T

For as I do not care, How long a night could be, As long as you are with me. For as I do not understand, How painful could love be, Or if love could be so true. For as I do not know, If I love you, Or I do not. For I would never have dreamed, That I could share this night with you, In spite of this vastness we call life. But, how could I know, If I love you, Or I don't, If I do not think about the curve that is your smile, and the way your cheeks blush. How could I love you, If i do not miss you when you are not around, and the way your absence makes me feel incomplete. How could I not love you, If my eyes are blind whenever they do not gaze at yours, And the way my heart beats when you are around. If I love you, Or I do not, There is nothing I can do, But, there is something you can do.
July 6th, 2016. - SC.

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Transition To Death - Part Ii

Remaining still, through this howling wind,
Thou shalt not worry about mourn and grief,
For thou shalt welcome Death and embrace thy fate,
Never me, as I was never free, I walk through the gate.

Between the shadows I shall now live,
For this is now my home and thou shalt believe,
The raven still rests upon my grave of stone,
Reminiscing the life I left behind for my new throne,

Embracing death as it hovers around in the midst of the night,
Look up to the sky, see how the stars are shining bright,
One last time, until I fade away,
Take me home, I'm not afraid.

Death is not the end, if thou must see,
Through this life I wander, now I'm free.

SC, July 10, 2017

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Alluring Fraud

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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Her Lips Were Poison

Pour another drink,
story of a woman
who was everything
with nothing
story of a man
who was nothing
but had everything,
her lips were poison
that filled his desires,
a bed 
that could moan
as loud as she did
a room
that saw more
than a blind man
ever desired to see.

I pour another drink,
she was complicated
he was prophet of immorality
blinded by lust
such wicked love
love and let it kill you,
he never feared death
as she did,
let me put it this way
a million lips
but none as poisoned as hers
a million naked bodies
none with her infinite essence
so simple 
yet so complicated
I do 
and do not want you

I pour another drink,
she does not.

SC... June 9, 2017

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