Still – 0108

Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear

Still

So many empty words:
placeholders for my thoughts.
Still, I’m grateful to the poem
to hold what I forgot.

A million billion good ideas
just rotting on the vine.
The selfish need for sharing
the ones that I call mine.

So many empty days:
placeholders for my life.
Still, I’m grateful for my blessings:
my Children and my Wife.

A hundred thousand moods I’ve had
yet Mercy sees me through
and begs, ‘Be wise and realize
that only Love will do.’

So many empty lives:
placeholders for our love.
Still, we’re grateful to that ‘something,’
the great ‘Whatever’ up above.

The countless numbered doomed lost Souls
keep falling for the tricks.
They get confused by old fake news:
Beware the 666. 

So many empty Hells:
placeholders for our fears.
Still, we’re grateful to our Devils
who gladly bring them here.

A Daydream’s Lifetime could be born
if you can feel it so;
if your Mind finds the time
to be Still and Know.


10-19-24