Where did my love go for my faith
Why does it seem so easy now to hate
Father and sins down the rabbit hole
Tethered behind I search for my soul
Having lived above I seen Him bleed
Now reaching out to plant my seed
My faith as huge a mustard seed’s small
Is going to move mountains overall
Closing my eyes I see it done
Opening my eyes what moved was the sun
Faith knows it’s done when my eyes betray
Knowing it’s already done is the only way
© 2016 Michael Yost 03/22
*Matt 17:20
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Choices, Consequences, God, Love, Michael Yost, Poetry, Seed of Faith, Wonder, Writing
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
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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
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
The world is empty and void without you
As I spin the flesh falls off and drifts into space
Raw emotions left at the pulsating core
With nothing left to embrace
Nothing like before
The cold vacuum ices over the warmth of distant stars
Drawing out the last bit of life I have left
Pulsating less and less till no more
Frozen solid conscious yet alive stalling death
Nothing like before
Or does your conscience just stream and dream
When you die, left spinning, just beginning
The world is empty and void without you anymore
No forgiveness of my sinning
Nothing like before
© 2011 Michael Yost 06/09
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Choices, Drifting in Space, Fear, God, Lonliness, Michael Yost, No Forgiveness, Raw emotions, Wonder
No way should we play about the way of the street
Look in their eyes find the spy with blood on their feet
We must turn on a dime so we can escape their heat
To get away from those who scare so we can retreat
© 2015 Michael Yost 04/29
*Please Don’t Loot And Burn Down Your Neighborhoods
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Choices, Consequences, Death, Depression, Dreams, Fear, God, Michael Yost, Nightmares, Poetry, tears
Why do I still wear the ring and not sing
The wound is closing and now only stings
My light lyrics lifts my chin off my chest
But my heart and soul knows I lost the best
Offering my hand let us overcome
Our pains intertwine lessening them some
Fast forward we are here no better now
Standing at the altering again vows
© 2015 Michael Yost 03/29
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Altering Vows, Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Expectations, Fast Forward, Friendship, God, Light Lyrics, Love, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Overcome, Poetry, The Ring, Wonder, Wound, 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
The world is empty and void without you
As I spin the flesh falls off and drifts into space
Raw emotions left at the pulsating core
With nothing left to embrace
Nothing like before
The cold vacuum ices over the warmth of distant stars
Drawing out the last bit of life I have left
Pulsating less and less till no more
Frozen solid conscious yet alive stalling death
Nothing like before
Or does your conscience just stream and dream
When you die, left spinning, just beginning
The world is empty and void without you anymore
No forgiveness of my sinning
Nothing like before
© 2011 Michael Yost 06/09
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Choices, Drifting in Space, Fear, God, Lonliness, Michael Yost, No Forgiveness, Raw emotions, Wonder
Do I need hope, and anticipate
Or try to be serene, and believe
Looking around at all the creation
Why do I feel so much like a leaf
Leaves fall off trees flying to and fro
His cool breathe allows rides for free
Seeing His handy work far below
My short life sees the beauty in trees
© 2014 Michael Yost 06/21
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anticipate, Cycle of Life, Death, Dreams, Expectations, Faith, God, Handy Work, Life and Death, Love, Michael Yost, Serene, Wonder
I grabbed the three keys from the wizard’s sash
The locks in her hair opened with a flash
The minstrel’s mandolins picked up their part
So much so we began singing to start
The confusion caught many unaware
Leaving the groom to check his underwear
Smiles and the red glow of our faces
Slowed subjects down dancing through the paces
The wizard’s sash with keys could not be found
Searching for the princess we hear a sound
Wolf’s of great size could only make that howl
Echoing off cliffs no mistake it’s a growl
The wizard seemed anxious with a secret
He needed to share, silver locks are magic
To keep the princess from tasting first blood
That will cause her to start a bloody flood
We turned and joyfully played together
Moon set now to hide from the bellwethers
Next is the full moon and we’ll take what’s needed
Unfortunate the wizard should have heeded
© 2014 Michael Yost 06/09
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Bellwethers, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Fear, First Blood, Friendship, Full Moon, God, Love, Michael Yost, Princess, Silver Locks, Wizard, Wolfs, Wonder
Like the song, I ask where have all the flowers gone.
Where are the people that were part of my life growing
up as a babe and young boy?
I know the answer; they have slipped away into a memory
I have the memories, deep memories, I should be happy.
Next the teenage years and a lot of the same people are
there; but there’s new ones too. They were priming me
for the new adult life and the first loves of a teen. It was
happy anxiety. Those people and the girls have all slipped
away into memories. I have the memories, deep memories,
I should be happy.
As a young man the 7 seas were going to be my home and I married a young lady to keep my house. We had one child and finally four growing up and out of the home. They all have a wife and a husband of their own. Those children raised me! The wife and I drew apart and the family all slipped away into memories. I have the memories, deep memories, I should be happy.
Aging as people do, I found a few friends; the kids were
all far away and I turned to writing as an outlet. Nothing
was ever published, but that didn’t matter; the writing
was for my benefit, no one else’s. One day the Doctor
told me I would soon lose my memories and after a
while I would finally die. So now I write even more of my
memories, so I can remember them; so I should be happy.
© 2012 Michael Yost 2/7
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, children, Choices, Consequences, Death, Fear, First Love, Friendship, God, Happy Anxiety, Lonliness, Love, Melancholy, Memorie, Mental Health, Michael Yost, My Benefit, Poetry, Sadness, Slipped Away;, Wonder
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