Monthly Archives: July 2011

The Jackass’s Tale

Some stories he’s told have grown along the way
But what really happened has gone astray
Don’t ask him the truth because he couldn’t say
The lies are so real it’s like it was just yesterday

With others they’re told so many different ways
If you heard it before you’ll know he’s strayed
Ask him the truth and he’d know what to say
But he’ll tell you he’s mixed up even if it was yesterday

© 2011 Michael Yost

Only Two

I’ve only loved two in all my life
One of them used to be my wife
The other a girl during High School years
When I think of either one I can shed a tear

The world rotates so fast for me today
But I wouldn’t trade the time of yesterday
Will there be time for more; I’m over fifty
I guess for the time being we’ll watch, wait and see

© 2011 Michael Yost

Daddy’s Due

Finding the time leaves a trail of tears
I’ve told him I love him but he still feels fear
That I’ll not be there when he makes a call
Because I go with my girl friends to the mall

© 2011 Michael Yost

Senryu Thirty Nine

Sobriety gives
Me the key to my own cell
And to escape hell

© 2011 Michael Yost

The Need to Heed

Wind mills and a rainbow on the hills that I stroll
Ahead on the path I see a little troll
When I finally reach him he reads from a scroll
The King said it’s his right to demand a large toll

The scroll says the King owes him for some magical spell
And had him released him from the dungeon’s cell
You see my magic is strong so heed mademoiselle
Or I’ll put you in a deep hole and you’ll think it is hell

I pulled out my wand and did to what he threatened
The troll looked up and appeared to be frightened
As he stood there the hole had just deepened
Maybe you should have asked with whom that you bargained

© 2011 Michael Yost

A Charlie Brown Kind of a Depression

A Charlie Brown Kind of a Depression.

Empty Bowl

Laying out the words from the creative void
Drawing everything out from voices destroyed
Digging deeper holes hollowing out the devoid
Trying to stay calm while being annoyed

© 2011 Michael Yost


Being held captive and isolated
The world makes you feel frustrated
Even admitting on paper is enclosing
It’s the hesitation and too much exposing


“Just a minute.”

It comes on you as if you’re drowning
Or on a high cliff suddenly falling
Your mind grasps at anything within its reach
Now your heart feels like it’s about to breach

Filling a large balloon slowly through your nose
Emptying through your mouth very slow
But your lungs feels like you need a whole lot more
Finally you get up, answer and maybe unlock the door

© 2011 Michael Yost

* Anthropophobia

Left Over’s

The depth of their love only ran so deep
And through the hard times, it would not keep
The child that they had, could not sleep
He senses something wrong and only weeps

Too young to know yet knew that he did
He knew one was gone because he added
Growing older was sad, for he was shielded
The other kids had Dads and he felt cheated

© 2011 Michael Yost

Death Intertwined

The ebony wall pushing me from behind
The wall and my back are locked, intertwined
Heels almost dragged under as it goes
My gaunt eyes staring forward, froze

Ahead at the white line past my nose
I count on my fingers all my past woes
Shoulders pushed forward with my head hanging low
Cursing it’s not my fault, I’m predisposed

Awake in my apartment the line’s on the mirror
I take what’s there to make my mind clearer
The dream starts over being pushed from behind
My head and the white line are intertwined

© 2011 Michael Yost

Chains and Cages

Blaming everyone but myself
Sweeping all my friends off the shelf
Obsessive thoughts circling in my brain
Repeating and intruding causing me pain

Bringing in all the darkest cages
Upon the brightly lit stark stages
Doubting my abilities, am I insane?
Locking them all under lock and chains

Who’s in the cages, I’ve swept them away?
See them all standing over there; I’ve kept them at bay?
Now I’m pacing in circles, and feeling so tight
It’s getting awfully hot here underneath these bright lights

© 2011 Michael Yost

Fleeting Frivolity

I find happiness just an illusion that graces us on occasion.
Tears of joy at the end of the movie is a normal causation
Being sated for a little while in a loving relation
Getting a pay raise beyond the current inflation

Never satisfied however as we’re always seeking
Looking around the many corners always peeking
Shaking presents under the tree sneaking
Getting naked and getting your partner shrieking

So it’s little chunks here and there meeting
If we’re lucky enough we may have front row seating
We need to enjoy it fast because it’s only fleeting
And then we try and share it with others repeating

© 2011 Michael Yost

Shout it Out

Responsibility is a large word to swallow
Once you choke it down you still feel hallow
It’d be so easy to lie down waist deep and wallow
But you once loved Him so, and even followed

So lay it at His feet and begin to feel free
Talk to him again like you did on bend knees
Collect and sweep away all your old debris
Trust in Him again and shout it out in a decree

© 2011 Michael Yost

Haiku 10

North wind sings aloft
Snowshoes blend in the background
Molting camouflage

© 2011 Michael Yost

Senryu Thirty Eight

Tomorrow’s morning
Sneaks up on today’s future
Leaving yesterday

© 2011 Michael Yost


Giving over your strength to the cunning
Listening to all that they bare
May give hope and you find them stunning
But only selling you a wish and a prayer

They’re clever, empathic, and daring
Asking questions they already should know
They mask themselves as caring
And hoping you go with the flow

Their answers are non specific, specifically
That way they’re never trapped
Never gaining the knowledge scientifically
And working you until you are strapped

© 2011 Michael Yost

You Too?

Where does the broken heart go?
Somewhere hiding in the depths below
Living as a mere vacant shadow
Adhered to the floor and baseboards solo

Spine backed into the crevice of a corner
Slouched over, head in knees, like a mourner
No longer them self, once considered a charmer
Alone again in anguish, conquered

Wait; there’s another teary eye to cling to
”I know I can make it much better for you”
”Let me hold your hand to get you through”
Where a broken heart heads to, in lieu

© 2011 Michael Yost

Does Loving Hurt?

Where’d you think I’d go?
You know how I feel so
I knew you’d be waiting there
Because neither of us would dare

To walk away feeling this way
Walking together till we’re gray
Even knowing how bad it gets
With each of us crying to quit

The love and pain we share
Can’t ever even compare
Because I know how you feel so
Where did you think I’d go?

© 2011 Michael Yost

The Writings’ on the Wall

Ancient caves trace time through history
Within them hold some of life’s mysteries
Written on the walls are great men’s stories
Sharing their failures and their glories

In ourselves we have an autobiography
That we need look at like photography
Picture the events so as not to think to hard
Like the cave walls we hold with regard

How it all started and the end result
Just long enough, feeling we had a consult
Same roads travelled produce the same effect
Trace the time and act, after you’ve had time to reflect

© 2011 Michael Yost

Cut Loose

Your words make me strained and pained
Leaving me nothing to otherwise gain
As I would be better off in the cold freezing rain
Than standing here swallowing imagined blame

© 2011 Michael Yost

Trying to Make Scent of it

Cut grass and ozone lifting off the asphalt
Floods the mind with memories
Each distinct with different feelings
With so many at once I sit, from reeling

Too many to separate them all
Words, thoughts, feelings and images
All together rolling down towards the puddle
Laughing, crying and stunned, most befuddled

I can’t imagine all this trouble
Trying to sort through all this rubble
Each pointing their fingers, finding fault
From the scent of cut grass and ozone lifting off the asphalt

© 2011 Michael Yost

You Know?

The cynical nature of romantic love
Truly an over emphasized emotion
Written everywhere by everyone
Whoever had loved and then lost

A cycle of ups and downs that
That is always carrying you
Past life with only one concern
Them and their happiness above your own

So we sacrifice beyond what we are able
Finally to the point where you are exhausted
Or you find a reciprocal soul giving back
Good luck with that

Then the romance is gone either way
But then you may find happiness
Unless you fall into the hole of
The cynical nature of romantic love

© 2011 Michael Yost

Senryu Thirty Seven

Wiley Coyote
I am a super genius
Beep, beep, beep, beep, yeah

© 2011 Michael Yost


"Men" Oh Paused?

The mist rolls in over my eyes
Short deep breathes, I seize up and cry
Some digital dream, just did this to me
The lovers just kissed and left by the sea

I’ve had this soft spot waiting to break free
But I’ve always stood like the mighty oak tree
Even the slightest wind has an effect on me
Now I’m a willow bending at the weak knee

© 2011 Michael Yost


Start capturing your own irrational fears
Before they take over and become too severe
They can cancel your life before it begins
You could cut yourself off and fall deep within

You can put down on paper just what came to mind
Doesn’t mean that you’ve found or know where to find
Relief from this maze or where it’s defined
Because when you’re inside you feel maligned

© 2011 Michael Yost