Her side is cold again
Asking aloud what about us
I’ve have always been here
I did it this time by turning your head away
Nobody lives forever on the blue
Smaller than a grain of sand’s molecules
Single molecules one million times smaller than a grain
Tumbling in the abyss being pushed and pulled
The walls were cold and very white
Not unlike the foam from her ski do’s wake
I caused her to look away and she hit a boat
And her side will again be cold
© 2013 Michael Yost 05/06
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged Blame, Boat, Choices, Cold Again, Consequences, Death, Depression, Guilt, Michael Yost, No goodbyes, Ski Dos, Writing
Can’t get no satisfaction
Not locking in on anything
Adrift on the wind caprice
Fourth line slips; like a greased pig
I started to change myself talk
Gaining new strength with every word
This is truly who I am today
I don’t need another cure
Versifying verifies our voice
The voice that holds us up high
As long as we write down our words
They’ll define who we are and we’ll not die
© 2012 Michael Yost 05/12
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged Cure, Greased Pig, Michael Yost, Poetry, Satisfaction, Self Talk, Strength, This Then That, Verifies, Versifying, Voice, Writing
I’ve joined a dating website called “Christian Matchmaker” and this came to me and I wanted to share
I like to compare relationships to a jigsaw puzzle. Finding the corners first and then the straight edged to connect the corners. Sometimes the pieces are blue sky and it takes a little longer to piece them together. Others have enough definition to piece them together quickly.
Now you meet someone that at first glance seems to be a good candidate but then you learn that there’s a lot of blue sky . Now it’s harder to put the puzzle together because he or she is just frustrated and it’s complicated. Do you stay and take on the challenge and try to help put together the blue sky or do you walk away? The people that stay and who are willing to understand that it gives a better picture of the puzzle start to develop a new relationship. Others who don’t sometimes end up stepping into a relations**t (Poop).
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged A New Start, Anxiety, blue sky, Choices, Christian Matchmaker, Consequences, dating website, Embrace, Expectations, Faith, Fear, Friendship, God, jigsaw puzzle, Lonliness, Love, Michael Yost, relationship, Relationships, Writing
That’s Pete and myself 20 years ago.
Today I walked the rail alone, because Pete had to ride.
It was a beautiful coach and everything;
He always looked his best in his dress blues.
It was a beautiful spring morning then too.
The ground was soft that morning and fruitful;
The worms we got were huge and the trout ate em up.
Almost as big as the ones crawling out from under that tarp.
I brought this picture today to remember important things.
Pete’s sacrifice is obvious and full of meaning.
What’s not so obvious is that
Pete greased the last three feet of that rail.
© 2011 Michael Yost
Pete is everyone’s brother, son and father
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged children, Choices, Consequences, Crying, Death, Depression, Embrace, Faith, Fear, Friendship, Lonliness, Love, Melancholy, Michael Yost, Returning Marine
Naked somatic sylph underground depart light passing tether entice seamless
She was naked and sylph when she entered the room.
My inner self was calm but somatically my physical intentions were apparent.
Before I could get her attention she was pushed into the underground elevator.
And departed. I managed to get the next elevator after watching where her elevator stopped.
I counted each light that passed and realized that it didn’t stop on the floor I pushed.
I Thank Velvet who enticed me to use G.P.S. and was fortunate it was under her skin. An invisible tether.
That gave me seamless coverage of where I could find her.
Michael Yost
I misunderstood so forgive my first entry.
http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/05/26/prompt-5-wordle-challenge/
Sunshine blue skies please go away
The girl has found another and gone away.
With her went my future my life is filled with gloom
So day after day I stay locked up in my room.
I know to you, it might sound strange but I wish it would rain,
‘Cause so badly I wanna go outside
But everyone knows that a man ain’t supposed to cry
Listen, I gotta cry ’cause crying eases the pain,
Oh yeah, people this hurt I feel inside.
Words could never explain, I just wish it would rain.
Day in day out my tear-stained face
Pressed against the window pain,
My eyes search the skies desperately for rain,
Cause rain-drops will hide my tear -drops
And no one will ever know that I’m crying,
Crying when I go outside.
To the world outside my tears,
I refuse to explain, oh I wish it would rain,
Let it rain, let it rain.
I need rain to disguise the tears in my eyes.
Oh, let it rain.
I’m a man and I got my pride
Til’ it rains I’m gonna stay inside and let it rain.
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Can’t get no satisfaction
Not locking in on anything
Adrift on the wind caprice
Fourth line slips; like a greased pig
I started to change myself talk
Gaining new strength with every word
This is truly who I am today
I don’t need another cure
Versifying verifies our voice
The voice that holds us up high
As long as we write down our words
They’ll define who we are and we’ll not die
© 2012 Michael Yost 05/12
Her side is cold again
Asking aloud what about us
I’ve have always been here
I did it this time by turning your head away
Nobody lives forever on the blue
Smaller than a grain of sand’s molecules
Single molecules one million times smaller than a grain
Tumbling in the abyss being pushed and pulled
The walls were cold and very white
Not unlike the foam from her ski do’s wake
I caused her to look away and she hit a boat
And her side will again be cold
© 2013 Michael Yost 05/06
Permission to hope
Difficulties to overcome
Baggage or ballast
I think I have none
Potential ecstasy
Earth placenta?
Or gardener of earth
Faustian Impulse?
Dealing with the devil in the dirt
Out of the domain of the One
Into obsessive center of the other
Nothing lasts
Everything fades
Obsessive center
Ego is destroying us
It’s dissolving boundaries
Representing a point of view
Is this the beginning
Of their naked separation?
© 2013 Michael Yost 04/19
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged Feather Footed Fleeting Fancy, In the Beginning, Placenta
Tossing and turning, the night lingers long
She holds me hostage, her grasp very strong
I heard my dream spin, her lips to my ears
Asking her to stop, only brought more tears
She’s proceeds to hurt, twisting more dam lies
With what we go through, another friend dies
Cold sweat brings the chills, blankets and sheets wet
She holds me hostage, they’ll never pay your debt
(c) 2013 Michael Yost 03/19
I’ll never forget her presence it made me shiver;
Working the room she leads a trail of puppies
The wonder of her awe made her puppies whimper
It’s a gift watching her self confidence glow
I thought my life had been unfulfilled until now
It seems I’ll always be the tortured soul in the crowd
but I may find my solace and love from within her
And her image has burned into my eye’s retinas
She approaches me as I try to shrink away
Cornered she wonders aloud, “Why are you so shy?”
“Aren’t you satisfied with all your suitors”,I ask
The leashes dropped and the puppies scampered away
(c) 2013 Michael Yost 03/18
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged Awe, Lust, Shy, Solace, The Wonder of Her Awe, Tortured Soul, Working the Room
Nothing stands out more than a man that’s been used
The shuffle in his walk, his shoulders rounded and his chin to his chest
In some cases you’ll hear the sobbing a block away
Even after he found out he begged her to stay
The sharpie colored circles under his bloodshot eyes
That dart here and there looking for a trace of what may be
Instead watching everything around him just crumbling away
Hoping in his heart of hearts she really wanted to stay
Finally it dawned on him from his old flame that still cared
She hated to see my blinded heart of the witch’s intent
Two times the pain reminding me I pushed my old flame away
When I would have been happier if I had asked her to stay
© 2012 Michael Yost 05/25
Are we truly given choices to pick?
Or are they different paths by themselves?
Oblivious to our wants, needs, and concerns
I think the latter, but blame them anyway
We only hear tales of what the paths bring
There is only so far we can see or imagine
What lays around the first bend in the path
One looks dark and dreary, the other white and bright
We agree the coin holds the answer and flip it
The coin choose the bright and white path to go
But I felt it was wrong and over ruled it
The dark and dreary I felt the worse was here
Knowing we could withstand it now up front
How much worse could it get down the path
We packed up and started to go forward
With one foot in front of the other we nervously laughed
© 2012 Michael Yost 3/1
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged Blame, Choices, Going Forward, Good and Evil, Leads to your door, Paths
They won’t go away… they stray
The drusen scatter at will
Almost sperm shaped always going up
Leaving a tail in their wake
The madness doesn’t end when I close my eyes
Some days they’re awash in the picture… hiding
Other days it is all I can see
Then it’s drusen to dust and back again
Then in the background.. white noise
Always there, very loud or just a whisper
Tinnitus sometimes sings me a song in the background
Or the voices come and go through the noise
They’re all on the fringe taunting me trying to put the sounds together
Like the noise an old tape makes at the end of a song
Their voices are their just beyond my comprehension
The songs I can put a beat to but sound is just the orchestra tuning
Now let me go…
Some days, tapping my feet and humming along I’m just content
Trapped inside but safe…
Watching the blue sky and enjoying the music video
© 2012 Michael Yost 2/18
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged Comprehension, Content, D. T.'s, Drusen, Fringe, Madness, Tinnitus, Trapped, Voices, White Noise
All at once the world is rotating right
Yesterday is going to be tomorrow
Are sure everything you did was bright
I knew this had to go down yesterday
I don’t know when I knew when it was due
I know it reflected all over at once
Filling me with a sense of second chances
Then everything was out of balance
Tock tick, tock, tock grandfather’s rhythm is blue
No place to hide everything’s exposed
She’s dealing out the black and white photos
Feelings lost then found waking from my doze
© 2012 Michael Yost 2/18
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged Dream, Grandfather Ckock, Out of Balance, Tock Tick, Twilight Zone
Cross eyed girl on the corner waiting for the bus
Watching me or looking at her schedule
Wearing sunglasses would be better for everyone
The bus arrives and she leaves
Pete the pimp drives up checking his corner out
Yelling at his girls, eyeballing me
Wearing sunglasses would be better for everyone
Pete looks at his watch says goodbye and leaves
Dean the dealer walks up to the bus stop bench
Tempting my old habits with saucer plated eyes
Wearing sunglasses would be better for everyone
Finally getting up and walking towards the girls
Street preacher spreading the good news
Catches up to my ears and conscience
Wearing sunglasses would be better for everyone
Taking my tracts my bus rolls up
© 2012 Michael Yost 2/9
I’m not what I was.
Every “am not” is a creation.
I’m in the state of joy.
How often do we say these kinds of things?
How often do we act upon them?
© 2012 Michael Yost 2/6
What we’re becoming
The blinds waving in the AC
Sun scattering across the room
Smoke curls disrupting
Lumbar shifting
Carpal tunneling
Hose bulging
Glasses sliding
Flat rooting beer
Two thousand left
Driven by the clicking
Pausing only to pee
© 2012 Michael Yost 2/4
The Poetry Pantry Is Now Open! – # 86
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/
Seeing the brake lights
Hitching a ride
Running from it all
Leaving your footprints
In the sand
Song fading down the road
© 2012 Michael Yost 2/4
The stoop was starting to feel lonely waiting. We were both called in for supper at the same time. It was her sister’s turn to do the dishes. Did she forget our date?
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/27
The first weekend prompt is as follows: write a love story in 33 words. You are free to interpret that prompt however you wish, but your response must be 33 words exactly.
Read more: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/
Tear filled ink pot satisfies the poet’s quill
Flooding the scroll, reaching for reasoning
Searching for tomorrow’s love?
The mage enters and dust rolls from underfoot
Settling onto the tear etched scroll.
Coming into view the combined
Dust and tears predicting the future
The poet rolls the scroll up quickly
Nothing good comes of this
Opening doors of false discernment
The mage’s dust corrupts
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/10
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged Corruption, Discernment, Ink Pot, Mage, Magic, Pedicting, Poet's Quill, Scroll
Michael's Lair 