Monthly Archives: August 2015

You’re Back

You’re back for hidden answers here
Stop listening to those unclear seers
Stinking thinking can only steer fears
Poets write for themselves not your tears

There’s no encryption written in here
Talking to you within is the seers
The encryption lies within your fears
Poets aren’t your harbor stop your tears

© 2015 Michael Yost 08/27

Blue Marble

Hurling through space we see the blue marble
Their scans disrupts our weapon’s array
Our radio gear now nothing but garble
Forced to bow down only to obey

It didn’t matter that we were human
A.I. integrating our future
Ten year trip tests NASA acumen
Waiting dissolving the sutures

© 2015 Michael Yost 08/25

Playing Games

From the pit of my bowels I boil
Every breathe I take fuels the flame
Working hard to find my path through moil
With so many out there playing games

Your generosity only maims
Causing permanent pain with lame legs
Only some insiders took the blame
No matter what they plead or beg

The weird world waits for their last sentence

© 2015 Michael Yost 08/23

The First Sin

Nothing can ever hide my flames
Winds bow down keeping away the rains
I do flap in the winds of regret
Asking will I ever pay my debt

Sins overwhelm my forgiveness
My sincerity is not conscious
Laughing aloud at my lack of faith
Hoping He rests instead on day eight

One more day to gain my faithfulness
Recognizing how hard I Acquiesce
She’s mine and the first woman named Eve
Now our sins cause us to leave and griEve

© 2015 Michael Yost 08/21


Busted seams of tattered dreams deeds hidden from the sun.

Driven by the dawning twilight, only to be spun.

Twitter Tweakers face aglow, nursing a warm beer.

Sweaty fingered Razor tweeting, “McKenzie needs a lift here.”

Last lick bindle prick, reflection surrounds the spoon.

Shifting stance, shoulder glance, hiding from the moon.

Rubbing thread bare Ruby Rigid swollen with desire.

Live for today, never stay, time will soon expire


© 2010 Michael Yost 10/30

A Very Happy Brain

Traces of Faces

Traces of faces staring while  on my calloused knees

Praying to release me from their dark ceremonies.

The Brothers slamming doors driving it back into my ears.

Overwhelming my head causing these streams of tears


Crawling up the wall slipping on the children’s tears soaked moss…

Finally falling feeling failure and another loss.

I gave away my possession’s as I was being pulled back

Keeping moldy bread that I found and water in a sack.


The ten foot doors were closed and locked.

My efforts were answered with a rock to knock.

A brown hooded robe came with dark sunken eyes.

My mind remembering all the pain, hate and lies


I was a baby left with the Brothers years before.

My nightmare’s were started behind their locked doors.

Walking through the door wishing the keystone would drop.

Remembering at eight working the fields tending the crops.


© 2015 Michael Yost 01/10

Never Again, Again

The pressure is familiar weighing heavily on my chest and feelings. Happening at least two times in the past.  One left me flat on my back with tubes coming out of everywhere with various colors flowing.  The second one was the worst place I’ve ever been.

Pushed again into the darkest area of my psyche. No hand or footholds to help me out and I started to cry uncontrollably for no real reason.

Then they came in like what spirits might do. I only guess of course but very different from the last time. Gaining control of my heaving they seemed not to see or hear me when I tried to introduce myself.

So I’m alone again falling deeper into myself without any hope of coming out of it.  Now they’re translucent and disappearing. Losing track of time days melting together with only one line left.

© 2015 Michael Yost 04/25

Wars Last Stand

The rust runs off red

Machinery froze

Black fluids bled

Collecting the dead

Sun’s bleach expose

The rust runs off red

Flame not right yet

Bodies decompose

Black fluids bled

Bound and broken treads

Rendering of foes

The rust runs off red

Bloated children fed

Torn pennant blows

Black fluids bled

Grinding bones for bread

Stark machines pose

The rust runs off red

Black fluids bled

© 2011 Michael Yost 01/24

It Caresses The Tip

Rushes in on a musky sweet wave
Almost like flash flooding creates and behaves
The cool sensuous flesh soon fills the void
Shooting cold chills through her opening Freud
Pushing forward and up clamping shut
Just in time
Only to lose a couple drops of the sublime
Melon for you
Melon for me
Such aware company

© 2010 Michael Yost 11/24

Our Thoughts

Our time is right we need to wake up
Don’t put us in danger with your gossip
Our thoughts and mind need to be scrubbed clean
Biting our tongue in front of the Queen

She shared our break through eyes widening
Now a Knight of her court our glass ceiling
One or the other at her round table
The King is dead long live the Queen’s will

© 2015 Michael Yost 08/12

Weep Not For Me

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Weep Not for me,
When Darkness Falls I Shall be free,
Free to Dance in the Painted Night,

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Evening Shore

As I started towards the evening shore
It revealed foot prints that began at our door
Knowing they were yours going to the sea
I matched your strong gait feeling anxiety

There sitting alone at the water’s edge
The sand around you formed a wedge
High tide came and left a little moat
Left you sitting higher appearing to float

I called out your name now running towards you
Found you cross legged, hands in your lap blue
Eyes closed with a smile etched on your calm face
Suddenly left us laughing with your cool embrace

2011 Michael Yost


Wicked World

Oh wicked world wandering
Unmeasured steps reveal
Your careless squandering
You spend what you can’t steal

Poor man left pondering
Who hasn’t found his next meal
Caught up in wondering
Where’s fairness in this deal

Oh wicked world blundering
Mistakes never to conceal
Sky’s open thundering
Too late for your appeal

© 2011 Michael Yost

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

Suffer Alone

How Often the Glen Echoes

How often the glen echoes

Depends on the single voice pure

Calling her love through the snow

Testing how love endures


Words between them short and terse

He said things he ought not said

What things she said were much worse

All over the unmade bed


No children heard two years now

Not for not trying, passion flared

Sweat intermingled on their brows

Blaming self, unanswered prayer


How often the glen echoes

Depends on the heart’s love pure

Finds her love one in the snow

Too much too long to endure



© 2011 Michael Yost

It’s On Tonight

Word whispered out, “It’s on tonight.”
Warriors rounded into one
Lightest armor and weapons chose
Into evening we would run

King and men flanked ridges around
Insuring foe’s defeat
Queen and court made ready for fight
Stockpiling bastions for retreat

Advancing slow on sleeping foes
Ice water soon to break
Projectiles at the ready
Balloons will abruptly awake

© 2011 Michael Yost