Monthly Archives: April 2013

When the Bough Brakes

Come and sing me, my lullaby
That one that puts, me right to sleep
Come and cradle me, close to your heart
Keeping me warm, so my soul to keep

Come and coo, try and make me smile
My eyelids had, gotten heavy
Come and gently kiss both my cheeks
They did all they could to save me

© 2013 Michael Yost 04/30

Like Talking in the Night

Wuji spells it out.

Meaningless Words

Nothing can be said
Words are meaningless
In this situation
With this price of stress

I must agree with you
Very mysterious
Going over what’s said
Make’s me deleterious

Caught up in this trap
Being exposed this way
Tears can fill oceans
Salt water decays

Back against the ledge
Many miles down
Secrets sealed for now
New ocean to drown

© 2013 Michael Yost 04/29

Be Prepared For Dawn

Coming to town all gut zed up
To see where everybody is
No one stopped to see how I was
And the town looked long deserted

I seen an old timer rocking his chair
“I asked where everyone had gone”?
“One morning everyone wasn’t here
And It was at the break of dawn”.

He continued, “I thought you went up too
I was to tell the stranglers to go on”.
That you would be picked up later
And have your heart prepared for dawn”,

© 2013 Michael Yost 04/26


simple as it feels the words ring true
saying it over again love rules
spoken in the winds it travels far
up and past the heavens to the stars

wranglers on the ranch’s sky opens wide
clouds can’t hold it back on either side
the rain comes down to quite the roar
and the songs rise into the sky soar

in the clash the songs multiply
lighting up the gloomy skies
that’s the way we bring the smiles
and silencing the exiles

© 2013 Michael Yost 04/25

Sunday The Visiting Day

Simple and effective

Morning Story and Dilbert

He was looking forward to this moment all day long, after 6 days of labor and it finally arrived – Visiting Day!

The man with the keys arrived to swing open the large, heavy doors. The cold gray hall springs to life in the warm glow of light. He could hardly control His emotions.

The families began to arrive. He peers from the corner of the room longing for the 1st glimpse of His loved one. He lives for the weekends. He lives for these visits.

As the cars arrive, He watches intently. Then, finally, they arrive, for whom He would do anything. They embrace, eat a light lunch and reminisce how things used to be.

At one point, they break into singing, with interruptions of laughter and applause. But all too soon it is over. A tear comes to His eyes as they depart.

Then the man with the…

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Dimples and desire were
The only things you needed
I had to recognize
And be the first that heeded

All the others were blind
When it came to your treasure
Your opened eyes reflected
What gems were your pleasure

The minstrels in your court
Thought their songs were attended
Then I heard her foot stop
And new musicians blended

The jester in your court
Recognized the silence
I failed to please the Queen
All laughed at my penance

© 2013 Michael Yost 04/24