A recollection of delusions that I used to entertain.


Shake Me

Tell me a sad story
And I shall write you a book
Of the past and faded Glory
About the Worlds we thought we shook

A flock of birds crowded on the dome of a mosque
Remind me of the faith I once had but now have lost

And though mine is not a story previously untold
In times of solitude I still feel cold

Without the God and the religious lessons I had been taking
Without the Glory, the Worlds I thought I had been shaking

The Lord is My Light and in Darkness He does not forsake me
Oh those lines how far back they try to take me

Tell me a tale of moonlit sorrow
And I'll tell you why I feel so hollow
All about the love I had been making
About bruised egos and wounded heroes
I'll tell you why my heart is breaking

Can you fathom what it is to know that your life is a lie ?
That the answers to questions like who ? What ? Where? And why ?
Were not answers but lies magnificently implanted
Traditions handed down, believed, repeated and chanted.

Tell me why your life does not sing with harmony
And I'll tell you why I constantly scream in agony

The seeds I have sown, the rewards I am reaping
The rewards being the tears I am desperately weeping
Watering the trees of misery whose branches grow taller by the hour
Each branch laden with fruit, each fruit increasingly sour.

"Tell it to ears willing to listen," you say. "I have already heard the story"
"Of the past and faded Glory".
"Of Faith lost, Love stolen, and Hearts broken"
"Abandon thoughts of the life you had been shaping."
"Leave this dream, return to the realm of the waking."
Only in my fantasies was the World ever shaking.

Shake me




Poetry by Jack R. Schade
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Written on 2009-07-29 at 23:29

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I will tell you a sad story

I shall write you a book that will shake you
Of a past that brought you to me here and now.
A book of the world you created in the between.

starlings in safe nest.
Reminding you that you were here and dear
And did your best.

Yours is a story yet to unfold
In times of such fear,

a hand is here to hold.

I could go on Jack, but I do go on a bit, so I won't.

You will not see the fruits of your seeds sown for years to come, but when you do, you will thank the lord for allowing you to.

Fantastic rhythm and rhyme throughout this fine piece of your soul...stunning free write.

My best advice is to put the past in the past and stop feeling so bloody guilty...the past gave you some of your joys today...just remember those and forget the past. I have to. And I have a lot more past than you to forget!lol but there is an aweful and hot lot of good too, which I never want to forget.

Life is a mixed bag of candies, we must try them all to find out which are our favourite.

Keep writing, whatever comes, seems to be brilliantly expressed

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-11-01