Monthly Archives: June 2013

When Loins Join

Your worn words and intentions fade away
As you’ve spun more tired rhymes to sway
Forgotten lies begot more lies crowning
The children cry; our forgotten blessings

Keeping your reach cold but for when loins join
Even the man on the street gains his coins
Elevating your head above the clouds
You no longer hear, see or smell seed sowed

Your children need to understand you first
In order to know why they feel so cursed
With the deep sins of their father immersed
Your children do them easily rehearsed

Knowing better the proof held underneath
Giving the children the chance for the wreath
Children forgiving fathers for their sake
Hoping to nullify their mistakes

© 2013 Michael Yost 06/30

Dancing Alone

Dancing alone in the shadow filled room
Lung’s air rushing out causing the vacuum
Hearing conversations pulled through her ears
Trying hard not to listen what was inferred

The room started spinning inhaling doesn’t come
Caught up in the moment pirouetting stung
People trying to help turning into banshees
She fell on the floor begging on her knees

Please don’t take my life it’s already short
I haven’t had a chance to find my passport
Hanging on to other’s false promises
Where I might have a chance to live painless

Bloody spit circling down as the drain’s screams
Nothing left to grab onto in this dream
The vacuum’s nightmare seems like it won’t stop
Then I wake with sugar free lollipops

© 2013 Michael Yost 06/30

Dead Spread

Your cold limp hand slipped into my relapse
Hiding from the vertical gusts’ collapse
Blinding hail feels like a tight shotgun’s spread
Counting down from ten to waking the dead

The consequences known a head of time
Up the last two steps pleading like a mime
Heaving, coughing and choking welcomes death
All his emotions leave with his last breath

Laying there getting colder by the minute
Standing up and feeling his soul’s limits
Getting involved with tears flowing inside
Wishing now that I had a place to hide

The windy sky is falling with no rescue
Blue and white replaced by black and purple hues
Growing depression breaks on both shoulders
With lightening and thundering boulders

Shoulder blades quit and my mind turned black
Depression deepens the boulders wide tracks
Getting too close to other’s diseased minds
Or get cold limp hands close to my behind

© 2013 Michael Yost 06/28

Parading Past my Porch

I did it once more with my eyes open
Letting the ladies parade past my porch
Mates wanted to start pushing their buttons
I told them whistle songs and carry a torch

“Shipmates”, saying it with authority
Looking sober first may change priorities
Hopefully you’ll see and change your sway
This translucent world won’t shut down today

© 2013 Michael Yost 06/26

Broken Poets

Poets are broken somewhere somehow
Now found out and uncovered by the Tao
White heat heals the fractures in my life
And there’s the blood following my lives’ knife

When you’re down remember your blue pen
Peers wonder, but you don’t need to defend
Quickly write down your very own feelings
Your mending heart should sustain your healing

Shards of pottery fail the water test
Not coming through the harsh vowels expressed
The broken poet’s syllables won’t digest
And all because you’re feeling distress

© 2013 Michael Yost 06/24


I can’t beg off, it’s not my turn
There’s no one but for me to learn
Teaching our children matches burn
And know when lies should be discerned

She ran away taking my love
Leaving the door left with the dove
The dove flies and looks from above
Doing it only since she was shoved

Consequences given too late
Not understanding shoulder’s weight
The words meant nothing to forsake
Now I’m on a hill to undertake


© 2013 Michael Yost 06/24

Bent Arrows

Nothing in this world sets their fate
With all my red arrows quivered
Noses turned away at the bait
Even when their love’s delivered

A mystery for sure turns heads
When arrows fade into the void
Even shooting a measured spread
Hit their hearts or become unemployed

When Cupid or Eros are called
I arrive to spread new love there
Some came early having hearts walled
Now coming into new frontiers

Brick by brick their hearts started to show
Not wasting time hitting their mates
I stayed a while watching love grow
Noses turned towards their fates

© 2013 Michael Yost 06/22