Tag Archives: Comprehension

Temptation on the Trail

Posted on October 31, 2015 | 1 comment

Over the edge hanging by four fingers
The pit of my being said let’s not linger
Adrenaline strength, but one finger was slipping
Salt in my eyes from the sweat that was dripping

Falling in slow motion my hand is grabbed tight
My feet start to slide as I fight for my life
Going down hard, rock’s cut open my knees
Then I stopped my slide when I grabbed a tree

He pulled me forward and I fell face down
Clutching the weeds, I was praising the ground
I thanked the stranger that saved me from dying
My tears mixed with sweat as I started crying

I finally get up and look down the dirt road
Thinking I’ll never stray and do as I’m told
No matter how tempting the sights may be
I’ll look down at my leg and the scar on my knee

© 2011 Michael Yost 12/30

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Crusted Gaze

Posted on October 27, 2015 | 1 comment

Depression rages
Strangling sanity’s loose hold
Sleep eludes the night
Cowering away daylight
Leaves all but a crusted gaze

©2010 Michael Yost 12/23

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Time Has Come Today

Posted on October 27, 2015 | 1 comment

The words are mine the thoughts universal
See the brilliance of youth’s potential
My own life inconsequential
Sands of time deplete, replete
Not ours to own or keep
Long enough to mete
Hills not to steep
Babies creep
I sleep
Deep
© 2011 Michael Yost 01/13

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The Mysteries

Posted on October 26, 2015 | Leave a comment

It’s beyond my comprehension. I really don’t understand what you are trying to convey. I don’t doubt your ability to communicate; I’m beginning to doubt my mental capacity and or development. Surely you of all must understand, given your way of weaving words and abstracts.

I see others all around me falling into your cadence and your vestibules of verbiage; with me being left behind, the brass knocker in my hands, banging at the door of perception. Am I the child in front of the TV still questioning, “Who is the Kaiser and why is he in my Bugs Bunny cartoon”? The mysteries remain.

© 2010 Michael Yost 12/10

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D. T.’s

Posted on February 19, 2012 | 10 comments

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

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The Mysteries

Posted on December 10, 2010 | 7 comments

It’s beyond my comprehension. I really don’t understand what you are trying to convey. I don’t doubt your ability to communicate; I’m beginning to doubt my mental capacity and or development. Surely you of all people must understand, given your way of weaving words and abstracts.

I see others all around me falling into your cadence and your vestibules of verbiage; with me being left behind, the brass knocker in my hands, banging at the door of perception. Am I the child in front of the TV still questioning, “Who is the Kaiser and why is he in my Bugs Bunny cartoon”? The mysteries remain.

©2010-2011 Michael Yost

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