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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
Left behind to play with himself
Finding a puzzle he might solve
All the other kids went ahead
When they seen him often they fled
He was a normal and quiet boy
Mother was poor not many toys
Father had left for some reason
Mother mumbled about treason
Left alone too while mother worked
She told him uptown a store clerk
Some boy’s drunken dad let it out
He saw his mom whoring about
Grew up stronger and tougher too
Came up alone fought quite a few
Signed up Marines a paradox
A dad for sad until the pine box
© 2011 Michael Yost 05/11
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, children, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Dreams, Faith, Friendship, God, Love, Michael Yost, Mom Warned Me, Pain, Poetry, Salvation, Virginity, Wonder, Writing. Bookmark the
Didn’t give you much of a chance
Nor did you hold up much of a stance
Being a single mother since I was less than one
And I being the only and youngest son
My salvation was your greatest concern
At eleven I gave my heart so I wouldn’t burn
Decades later I still know I’m saved
But you wouldn’t know it in how I behaved
You would suggest behavior in all that I did
Very few things did you ever forbid
Out of respect I followed most of the time
Never really caught when I did the crime
Next milestone was at the age of thirteen
The year I was no longer green
Lost innocence under the green porch light
She was twenty five and my mother was mostly right
Changed my life’s path for good and for sure
Some would say I was no longer pure
Could or would, knowing I couldn’t change a thing
Even going from a tenor to baritone when I sing
© 2011 Michael Yost 11/04
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, children, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Dreams, Faith, Friendship, God, Love, Michael Yost, Mom Warned Me, Pain, Poetry, Salvation, Virginity, Wonder, Writing
Lazy eye turns and I see double
Tired eyes close, the start of the trouble
Drifting away, sleep seals my work
Minutes later, a sudden jerk
Awake now and ready to start
Writing half lines within my heart
It’s a price I pay with new meds
Wonder if it’s worth, sleeping instead
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/15
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Depression, Dreams, Drugs, Expectations, Faith, Fear, God, Humor, Michael Yost, New Meds, Poetry, Wonder, Writing
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
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Avow, Choices, Consequences, Expectations, Faith, Friendship, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Poetry, War, Wind, Wonder, Writing
Hey can you hear or see me today
I’m in the looking glass with Alice
My image’s captured I have to stay
As long as I’m here with no malice
She’s five foot six and I think you know
Logic and proportions are fading
Look in her glass as my image goes
There’s nothing to see if it’s breaking
A hookah needs to stay a whole bowl
But inhaled to the size of a mole
It’s just Carlos Castaneda’s soul
Smoking everything naturale
© 2015 Michael Yost 06/25
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Carlos Castaneda, Choices, Consequences, Dreams, Faith, Friendship, God, Love, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Mushrooms, Poetry, Wonder
After nine months in and nine months out
You stole away a coward without a shout
A mother of forty a son in her arms
When you left that day you stole all their charms
Going to work now I will be back tonight
When the door slammed shut you took off in flight
Abandoned alone in a cold water flat
She knew in her heart you wouldn’t be back
© 2015 Michael Yost 06/21
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anger, Anxiety, betrayal, Child Abuse, Choices, Consequences, Crying, Depression, Expectations, Faith, God, Lonliness, Melancholy, Michael Yost, Poetry
Polecats hiding behind the moon
Waiting for his turn hoping it’s soon
Carcass brilliant red against the snow
Sticky and staying put while the wind blows
The bear has had his full and leaving
It’s polecat’s chance and starts waddling
Carrion try sweeping in for a bite
Dark covers the earth for a good night
Polecats drags their portion to hide
“Moonbow’s colors and needs to abide
Hunger over takes everyone
Down to the marrow the bit of fun
© 2015 Michael Yost 06/02
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Choices, Consequences, Death, Dreams, Expectations, Faith, Fear, God, Humor, Michael Yost, Poetry, Writing
Who should I address these love letters to
The girls I fell in love with years too few
I am sorry that they are way overdue
But still hold the meaning my loving you
Can’t hold on to reality much longer
It’s hard to define one from another
Degrees of pain seems to be the measure
Try erasing gains off the pain’s ledger
So we grasp another with devotion
Tugging, hugging and feeling emotion
Without overdoing your burning charcoal
Would you please stay and fill the loopholes
© 2015 Michael Yost 05/22
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Crying, Death, Dreams, Expectations, Faith, Fear, Friendship, Lonliness, Love, Michael Yost, Poetry, Time, Writing
Giving their circumstances I gave them back
Needing to get back on lost forgotten tracks
Some came and went in different directions
Wondering how they got their new selections
Airport security had padded down a few
Seeing nothing but what they already knew
The strongest followed the smarter down the road
Footing found too late watching their bomb explode
© 2015 Michael Yost 05/05
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anger, Anxiety, Blame, Choices, Circumstances, Consequences, Dead, Death, Deception, Depression, Doubt, Faith, Michael Yost, Poetry
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
Now praising God for empty crucifixes
© 2015 Michael Yost 03/28
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Catapult, Choices, Death, Empty Crucifixes, Expectations, Faith, Flung on a Fling, Heart, Humor, Imagination, Love, Michael Yost, Poetry, River Styx, Wonder
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 Anxiety, Choices, Depression, Expectations, Faith, Fear, Michael Yost
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
You’re low in the whole with no way out
Your lungs and throat bleed with every shout
Fingernails scraping off strips of your soul
Never satisfying incubi with your whole soul
Tripping your way in with sins in your heart
Falling into your whole is where you start
Chains hold your spirit inches from the top
All you could do is pray that it would stop
This isn’t fatal but it is forever
Letting the Lord hold tight to your tether
The tether will let you go left or right
But you’re never out of Lord’s keen sight
Sliding deeper still into your soul’s whole
Grabbing the incubi’s bowl with the hole
Working hard to bring back happy smiles
No wait you are still in your dark denial
© 2014 Michael Yost 08/15
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Consequences, Dark Denial, Depression, Expectations, Faith, Incubi, Lonliness, Michael Yost, Sliding Deeper, Soul, Spirit, The Lord
All of this confusion was never meant to be
Suddenly my future is going to the blue sea
Trying to grasp her shadow I fall on my face
My life forever changed and all I do is pace
Being free I miss what I hated most
Having way too much time to slide and coast
Now it takes a lot of work to sit and do not a thing
I had lots of ideas then that I could do on a wing
Nothing can stop me now except my free will
The images of what was, over flow’s my fill
Coming from my eyes and the silent screams inside
The sun is rising, laying in my sweat and my head is fried
It’s a new day expecting to find my my new way
So many voices from the crowd but I must say
Rising above the chatter clearing my brain
Must find the the door of progress to the next pain
Now I start floating up and rise above the noise
Her shadow is still silent and I’m losing my poise
Let me ask one last question that I am now free
Will our shadows ever merge and come to be
© 2014 Michael Yost 08/05
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Dreams, Expectations, Faith, Friendship, Lonliness, Love, Melancholy, Michael Yost, Poetry, Sadness, Wonder
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