Words lost on my tongue
Passion drained from my being
Death didn’t leave a song
© 2011 Michael Yost 08/28
Words lost on my tongue
Passion drained from my being
Death didn’t leave a song
© 2011 Michael Yost 08/28
Haiku 16
Unless we want change
What we are now we will be
Watch the bent sapling
© 2012 Michael Yost 03/08
Haiku 17
Koala smiles bright
Abstract vision delight
Winter’s nose a sight
© 2012 Michael Yost 01/30
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
First Printed 07/23/11
Posted in Poetry
You’re low in the whole with no way out
Your lungs and throat bleed with every shout
Fingernails scraping off strips of your soul
Never satisfying incubi with your whole soul
Tripping your way in with sins in your heart
Falling into your whole is where you start
Chains hold your spirit inches from the top
All you could do is pray that it would stop
This isn’t fatal but it is forever
Letting the Lord hold tight to your tether
The tether will let you go left or right
But you’re never out of Lord’s keen sight
Sliding deeper still into your soul’s whole
Grabbing the incubi’s bowl with the hole
Working hard to bring back happy smiles
No wait you are still in your dark denial
© 2014 Michael Yost 08/15
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Consequences, Dark Denial, Depression, Expectations, Faith, Incubi, Lonliness, Michael Yost, Sliding Deeper, Soul, Spirit, The Lord
Impressive. A lot of thought went into your work. Your head and hand worked well together!! smile…
patiently awaiting promotion and for things to get better.
everything is being modified, designed, stratified, digitized, maximized then minimized, marketed, socialized, manipulated then redistributed, imitated, upgraded, patented, repackaged, reformatted, made over, made up and everyone just gives in, bows down, let’s go, fades out.
so then do people really trust society, believe in anything or just have no choice?
so that today for all intents and purposes becomes another slicker, faster, cheaper version of yesterday.
everyday commits tiny actions that feel dirty inside like part of soul slowly being sold out, away.
thus the shame.
the shame of feeling, touch, nakedness, and dreaming- never doing but just thinking, of being passive aggressive and words over action.
the shame of only going half way because it’s easier to follow.
the shame, the guilt of shame.
of everyday allowing part of self to disappear in the name of profit as everything’s so…
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Posted in Poetry
What do you think when I come to mind?
I like to balance my thoughts, or so I’m inclined
Good times we shared, are you being kind?
Or are they bad and sad, becoming cut off and blind
The two steps between soon will be three
Unless you turn round and come back to me
What was the reason you decided to flee?
You knew from the start I must go to sea
There were two souls between us, now three
Will you rip out the one and set yourself free?
Cutting our limb off the family tree
Where our reconciliation is the only key
What do you think when we come to mind?
Will you balance our thoughts and let them bind?
Like they once were when we were combined
Instead, I have to sail away, and leave us behind
© 2011 Michael Yost
Posted in Poetry
The world is empty and void without you
As I spin the flesh falls off and drifts into space
Raw emotions left at the pulsating core
With nothing left to embrace
Nothing like before
The cold vacuum ices over the warmth of distant stars
Drawing out the last bit of life I have left
Pulsating less and less till no more
Frozen solid conscious yet alive stalling death
Nothing like before
Or does your conscience just stream and dream
When you die, left spinning, just beginning
The world is empty and void without you anymore
No forgiveness of my sinning
Nothing like before
© 2011 Michael Yost 06/09
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Choices, Drifting in Space, Fear, God, Lonliness, Michael Yost, No Forgiveness, Raw emotions, Wonder
All of this confusion was never meant to be
Suddenly my future is going to the blue sea
Trying to grasp her shadow I fall on my face
My life forever changed and all I do is pace
Being free I miss what I hated most
Having way too much time to slide and coast
Now it takes a lot of work to sit and do not a thing
I had lots of ideas then that I could do on a wing
Nothing can stop me now except my free will
The images of what was, over flow’s my fill
Coming from my eyes and the silent screams inside
The sun is rising, laying in my sweat and my head is fried
It’s a new day expecting to find my my new way
So many voices from the crowd but I must say
Rising above the chatter clearing my brain
Must find the the door of progress to the next pain
Now I start floating up and rise above the noise
Her shadow is still silent and I’m losing my poise
Let me ask one last question that I am now free
Will our shadows ever merge and come to be
© 2014 Michael Yost 08/05
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Dreams, Expectations, Faith, Friendship, Lonliness, Love, Melancholy, Michael Yost, Poetry, Sadness, Wonder