The Political Handle

Please jiggle the handle.

The bowl is starting to overflow.

LYAO is a short term solution.

Eating your words on the other hand….

Michael Yost

11/24/2019

Your Title and Turn

If we babble long enuff
We know the melting snows
Can bring new hope in the brooks

Isn’t it time for us to be blessed
Isn’t it time to share common goals
Like the sun and snow working together
They provide for us life giving water

Sun, snow and water alone
Have the growing potentials for evil
Or potential growing together to live

Michael Yost
11/15/2019

Oblivious to Obvious (Why Li’s Hide)

Oblivious to the obvious
Passing off reality as frivolous
Falling for love can be insanity
Not learning from it definitely

Seeking for spiritual gravity
Pulled into hell through religiosity
Principals of Peter are built on his Rock
Peter’s principles punched my time clock

Holding my torches still burns my spirit
Circling the drain with never flushing it
Albert, I pray the pain goes away
It was Ernie that never had to pay

Stolen innocent, then sense of self
Stored in a safe pushed back on the shelf
In my Mom’s closet where I hid and cried
My story not believed, told after he died

Michael Yost
09/11/19

Albert and Ernie fictional Uncles and a friends Event

Desire+?=Motivation

Not always easy for me to enrich the desire with a commitment.

Oct 22 2019

Self Consumed Never Sated

Chained to your past isolated

Self consumed and never sated

Seeing your self, you still felt baited

But had to heal and no longer waited

Opening your eyes so I could see

How you break your chains and set you free

Seeing them drop we started to flee

Hugging, we shook away your anxiety

Michael Yost 12/11/2018

Finally Hearing The Song

Skipping over the unwritten words

Verses I never really heard

Heaving sobs beginning the purge

Loving still what’s passed on is my dirge

Michael Yost 12/07/2018

Colon Turd

Come over here let’s hear what you heard

Are you sure it was a little bird

Because what you just said sounds absurd

And smells like a decayed colon turd

Michael Yost

12/05/2018

After I Face It

Deny or accept ultimate blame

Breaking the mirrors can’t hide my shame

Reeling in my rage hoping to tame

Or could I look down counting who came

 

Michael Yost

12/03/2018

 

Slipped In Between

I can’t see the man I used to be
So now I’m chained and wished to be freed
Could memories be laughter’s conclusion
Or dark imaginings both consuming

Having read the lines I slipped between
Flailing in the deep not being seen
None stopped the crash and cries not heard
Is the phoenix an angel or firebird

Michael Yost 09/27/2018

Crystal Ball

The mention of her name still turns a tear
With sharp echoes stabbing my inner ear
Our fortunes together were never clear
As the crystal ball rolled away with the seer

2018 Michael Yost 04/01

I Won’t Let Go

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Friends of John Stover

A friend of mine, Barbara P. shared a series of conversations with several people that surprised me that followed John.

I was a personal friend and worked with John. Let’s share. booguloo@live.com.

Michael

Grasping For Since

Keeping in mind we are slaves to our thoughts
Coins thrown in the well doesn’t let wishes be bought
Time flies aging and the past slipping sought
Becoming bewildered filling with fraught

Do I continue I’m at a stand still
Fog is settling in I’ve taken my pill
Much has been taken including my will
Resting in peace no choice but to be still

2018 Michael Yost 04/04

Loving Vincent

 

Steampunk Tendencies

Crystal Ball

The mention of her name still turns a tear
With sharp echoes stabbing my inner ear
Our fortunes together were never clear
As the crystal ball rolled away with the seer

2018 Michael Yost 04/01

Tragedy

A Slower Path

What we’ve taken on heavies our load
Done with such confidence that we seemed bold
Truth be known we’ve slipped up before now
Dreams had to be left behind disavowed

Not being forgot, a slower path we’ll take
Our reputation being built on what we make
Not like Sisyphus we’ll roll over the peak
Finding smaller hills from others who speak

© 2016 Michael Yost 5/23

Poet’s Words

The words reflect the poet’s depth of thought
Accounting for antagonist’s naught
Crushed by the wheels of the juggernaut
Accomplishing without looking haut

© 2011 Michael Yost

Panic Attack

Thinking I lost my web site after a reset.

It Should Have Been Six

 

If she would love me I’d feel it forced

If she would love me I’d feel remorse

It should have happened already by now

It should have happened before our vows

 

If I had known it was out of sympathy

If I had known before today she’d be free

It should have been done with feelings of love

It should have been done without feeling shoved

 

If you told me I wouldn’t be grieved

If you told me I would feel deceived

It should have been your responsibility

It should have been six so you were easier to carry

 

© 2011 Michael Yost 06/27

 

Irrationality

Start capturing your own irrational fears
Before they take over and become too severe
They can cancel your life before it begins
You could cut yourself off and fall deep within

You can put down on paper just what came to mind
Doesn’t mean that you’ve found or know where to find
Relief from this maze or where it’s defined
Because when you’re inside you feel maligned
© 2011 Michael Yost 07/10

In the Glass I See

There in the glass I see a sixteen year old boy with an old man’s mask on. I begin to notice the dark circles under the green eyes that sparkle; nothing dull yet; but his glasses do need cleaning. I see white stubble and mustache with a two inch long goatee on his saddening face; like he’s had no reason to shave in the past few days. Looking closer I see the goatee covers a weak double chin with a single wrinkle that goes down the length of his neck. The same white stubble covers his shaved head to cover the thinning bald spot in the back and what’s left of his front hairline.
His round upturned nose reminds me of a Santa’s nose, but there’s a thin scar going diagonal from the left nostril to the top that makes his nose tilt to the right side of his face. His cheekbones are set high, but it seems to highlight the dark circles more. The ears are long and close to the head.
Wait a minute… he’s starting to smile with a broad grin and his eyes are lighting up and sparkling even more. His whole face transforms and laughs a little with a tear rolling down his cheek and then is when I happily succumb to my fate realizing the old man is me and that my wrinkles are really my laugh lines. My green eyes are still that of the sixteen year old from so many years ago… but they’re still with me today.

© 2011 Michael Yost 12/10

I Haven’t Done Anything yet Either

The halls echo softly with children’s cries

Mom lies in her locked hole getting high

Garbage strewn beneath the children’s feet

Refrigerator unplugged with nothing to eat

 

Bulging bellies in America hard to believe

And there’s no one around to care or to grieve

Fly’s in the kid’s eyes are having a feast

Even the roaches deserted with no crumbs to eat

 

© 2011 Michael Yost 06/20

Hurt and Love are Magnetic

You hurt when one of your loved ones hurts. There are no words that can make their hurt go away or ease unrequited love.  All you can do is be there when needed.

2016 Michael Yost 04/08