Pota tao, Boiled, Baked and Died

 Pota tao, Boiled Baked and Died


A Mirror’s Worth

You have to Clean the Mirror to be able to See Through It

Michael Yost 07/21/2020

Just Another Old Puckered Butt on a Rollercoaster

The measuring tape suddenly snapped back

Like a mind filled with hate
it seemed to attack

Reeled in, the tape tightened stealing the slack

Also stealing my emotions but for fear and lack

These thoughts now focused and no longer concealed

Anger and guilt rose to see
what routes were sealed

When they arrived a large bell ominously peeled

The rocks under foot opened losing their faith to be healed

Michael Yost

Just Another Daze.

Don’t let the Alarmists Ring the Bells.

The Clown Made Me Do It!

I’m Not but what a cover.

Burst of Light

Let it be the burst of light above and forward that will show you your unique and new path towards…

letting go of who you are not.

Michael Yost 07/13/2020

HFA: High Functioning Anxiety

Who Me?


Tid Wit… Mirrored

We have to face it, there no escaping mirrors and if there are two it’s most illusional.

Tid Wit… WordPress Review

No Outside Pressure! No Deadline! Just a blank screen, BUT better  than a 2 inch pencil, a chewed eraserhead turned into stone, the cocktail napkin with growing blood drops from the metal cutting my hand between my index finger and thumb and only 4 dollars left and a beer is 5.

Tid Wit… Intention

Before I speak I knock on the mirror to get my intention.

Tid Wit… The Dark

The dark can blur or pinpoint your focus.

Tid Wit… Deed?

Read, Feed, Heed, and do the Deed?

Tid Wits: Smiling Mormons

What color pill did they take?

Tid Wit: Face

It’s as simple as a pimple on your butt.

Tid Wit: Used to Was

I used to no who I was, until I new who I am.

Tid Wit: Synonym

Anxiety should be a Synonym of Gravity.

Tid Wit…. Period

Wait.. Wait.. Wait.. got a question got a question..  Initially what did Jesus and Judas have in common.. ?

No No No They died for a different reason and a PERIOD  was the last thing they had in common.

Michael Yost

Late Night 20/20 TidWits?

Gun Control for Gun “Con” “Trolls”

Sometimes being retired is better than being a retread or is it the other way around??

Just Me Again


We Wee Wee

Time is relative
As we grow older
Can’t you see
That time goes faster
In between going pee

Yes these are my words
Please excuse me

Michael Yost


The Political Handle

Please jiggle the handle.

The bowl is starting to overflow.

LYAO is a short term solution.

Eating your words on the other hand….

Michael Yost


Your Title and Turn

If we babble long enuff
We know the melting snows
Can bring new hope in the brooks

Isn’t it time for us to be blessed
Isn’t it time to share common goals
Like the sun and snow working together
They provide for us life giving water

Sun, snow and water alone
Have the growing potentials for evil
Or potential growing together to live

Michael Yost

Oblivious to Obvious (Why Li’s Hide)

Oblivious to the obvious
Passing off reality as frivolous
Falling for love can be insanity
Not learning from it definitely

Seeking for spiritual gravity
Pulled into hell through religiosity
Principals of Peter are built on his Rock
Peter’s principles punched my time clock

Holding my torches still burns my spirit
Circling the drain with never flushing it
Albert, I pray the pain goes away
It was Ernie that never had to pay

Stolen innocent, then sense of self
Stored in a safe pushed back on the shelf
In my Mom’s closet where I hid and cried
My story not believed, told after he died

Michael Yost

Albert and Ernie fictional Uncles and a friends Event


Not always easy for me to enrich the desire with a commitment.

Oct 22 2019

Self Consumed Never Sated

Chained to your past isolated

Self consumed and never sated

Seeing your self, you still felt baited

But had to heal and no longer waited

Opening your eyes so I could see

How you break your chains and set you free

Seeing them drop we started to flee

Hugging, we shook away your anxiety

Michael Yost 12/11/2018

Finally Hearing The Song

Skipping over the unwritten words

Verses I never really heard

Heaving sobs beginning the purge

Loving still what’s passed on is my dirge

Michael Yost 12/07/2018