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
Live for another tomorrow
Lying about all the yesterdays
No time to confront your sorrow
When today is wasting away
Soon it will be today again
Try living in the moment now
Lying about yesterday’s a sin
And to worry about tomorrow
© 2015 Michael Yost 02/22
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anger, Anxiety, Blame, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Crying, Death, Deception, Expectations, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Pain
Here we are again, once more on the curb
What we own is here, on the lawn, in the “burb”
All were looking and we’d hoped not to disturb
Old friends closed drapes, when Dad’s cries were heard
His job and home gone, no one seemed to care
Once his shotgun was found, he looked for stares
Raising his gun, cops killed him there in his chair
All were looking and we’d hoped not to scare
© 2014 Michael Yost 03/05
When I start I have no idea why
Words sputter in and out multiply
Now and again they pop out freely
No rhyme or reason or boundaries
Are you sensing my reality now
I have a strong commitment to vows
The promises that I keep aloud
Are the ones my conscience allows
© 2015 Michael Yost 06/26
Welcome everybody to the introduction
Hopefully I’ll explain it all through my induction
Building a new existence through self seduction
There’s no time now for self destruction
Compiling the knowledge for instruction
Eliminating the extra work through deduction
Now it’s time to begin the inner construction
First finding all the hindering walls by deduction
Then knocking down all those obstructions
And leveling off all the reductions
Finishing my new existence by conduction
Forgetting the time of the alien abduction
© 2011 Michael Yost 12/03
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Dreams, Embrace, Friendship, Fun, Health, Heart, Humor, Michael Yost, Wonder
Pushing on past time and space
Touched by fire with her radiant embrace
Chest to breast, hearts synced in a race
Never ever wanting, to leave this place
Scent of her hair ear, lobe cool to the touch
Loins rushing red, our lips about to brush
Breathe quickened now, soon to combust
These feelings must not only, be given to lust
Fingers running down, her arms to her hands
Our eyes locked in smile, lingering in stand
We were almost part of something banned
As time stood still for a moment, in our glass of sand
©2011 Michael Yost
Inhaling yesterday’s memory.
Her scent’s lingering long.
Sprawled naked on her silken robe
She rose early and now she’s gone
The nightstand held a note for me
I smiled as I read
The evening was nice, please feed the cat
Don’t forget to make the bed.
© 2011 Michael Yost 08/01
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Choices, Consequences, Dreams, Embrace, Humor, Michael Yost, Wonder, Writing
Tempted by an old addiction
A friend went over the top
Falling into his old routine
Now he’s unable to stop
Triggering deep seated issues
Feelings from so long ago
Getting high rather than crying
Going with the flow
What caused this aberration?
Bringing back the black hole
Stampeding over emotions
Smoke floating over the bowl
The blank in life surrounding
Only memories from the past
Keep coming to the forefront
Torturing tears of the harassed
© 2011 Michael Yost 10/01
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Addiction, Anger, Anxiety, betrayal, Blood, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Crying, Death, Deception, Depression, Drugs, Expectations, Friendship, Health, Michael Yost, Nightmares, Pain, Wonder
Read somewhere by someone else.
“A fight is going on inside me,” said an old man to his son. “It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is evil. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other wolf is good. he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you.”
The son thought about it for a minute and then asked, “Which wolf will win?”
The old man replied simply, “The one you feed.”
Anon.
Posted in Just Write
Tagged Blood, Choices, Consequences, Deep Feelings, Michael Yost, Two Wolves
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Imagination gives lift to my wings
Makes it easier to lift my voice and sing
Anchors scrapping the bottom breaking their strings
Like a catapult boulder flung on a fling
Landing hard beyond the wide and long river Styx
No change in my mouth to pay for Charon’s pyx
More things that could have happened were politics
Instead praising God for empty crucifixes
© 2015 Michael Yost 03/28
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Choices, Death, Empty Crucifixes, Expectations, Faith, God, Michael Yost, Wonder
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