Tag Archives: Health

Circumstances

Step into your new image that you created
You’re not set in stone or some higher fate
Don’t twist and turn at each other’s debate
Rely on the new you and not hesitate

You lift with the winds going up and around
Fearless and searching the wide open ground
Spotting the plunder you angle your glide down
They didn’t have a prayer or heard a sound

Character requires some decision
The picture you paint should have precision
To accomplish whatever you envisioned
And ensure you provide enough provisions

2011©Michael Yost 11/08
Revision 2016/1/08

 

 

 

 

Alien Reconstruction

Passing Gas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Welcome everybody to the introduction
Hopefully I’ll explain it all through my induction
Building a new existence through self seduction
There’s no time now for self destruction

Compiling the knowledge for instruction
Eliminating the extra work through deduction
Now it’s time to begin the inner construction
First finding all the hindering walls by deduction

Then knocking down all those obstructions
And leveling off all the reductions
Finishing my new existence by conduction
Forgetting the time of the alien abduction

© 2011 Michael Yost 12/03

A Blank Life

Meth Pipe

 

 

 

 

Tempted by an old addiction
A friend went over the top
Falling into his old routine
Now he’s unable to stop

Triggering deep seated issues
Feelings from so long ago
Getting high rather than crying
Going with the flow

What caused this aberration?
Bringing back the black hole
Stampeding over emotions
Smoke floating over the bowl

The blank in life surrounding
Only memories from the past
Keep coming to the forefront
Torturing tears of the harassed

© 2011 Michael Yost 10/01

 

Teach Your Children

Once tangled up in an addicted existence
Kept my family hostage, but at a distance
Now they’re gone, done with coexistence
Not by mine, but with their insistence

I’m blessed by most with conversation
Texting mostly with a short duration
I’m not complaining now, it’s still a relation
It’s a new life for all, dealing with isolation

© 2011 Michael Yost 07/09

Rapin…..Slivers

Sledge hammer’s slivers busting blisters
My cell mates bust on my sister
Breaking rocks forever troubles my wife
Feels like I’m going backwards serving life

I used to know who I was back then
It’s wasting time guessing where I am
Salvation was with bloody sheepskins
Now His blood washes away our sins

Kneeling on pebbles for attention
Seeking His help with silent ascension
Opening our eyes where we survive
Praising His name and forgetting lies

© 2015 Michael Yost 09/24

Adjusting Words Past

Come over here and sit by me

On the soft grass under the oak tree

Dreams faded away paint cracked and curled

Once were the days you were still my girl

 

Deny not the smiles they were real

Fears from broken hearts past did peel

Let’s make things right don’t go astray

Adjust the words I said and didn’t say

 

The sun’s going down the end of the day

Look at the time spent we’ve had to pay

We have to go now and I don’t know how

Accepting defeat again with closure now

 

Let me give hope back filling your heart

Give it a chance we’ll have a new start

With our tracks behind us converging

Let’s be together once again merging

 

Don’t take me down on bending knees

I don’t want to but beg I will please

If it’s your will then I’ll push this rock

Never again your door will I knock

 

 

© 2012 Michael Yost 3/22

Never Again Again

The pressure is familiar weighing heavily on my chest and feelings. Happening at least two times in the past. One left me flat on my back with tubes coming out of everywhere with various colors flowing. The second one was the worst place I’ve ever been.
Pushed again into the darkest area of my psyche. No hand or footholds to help me out and I started to cry uncontrollably for no real reason.
Then they came in like what spirits might do. I only guess of course but very different from the last time. Gaining control of my heaving they seemed not to see or hear me when I tried to introduce myself.
So I’m alone again falling deeper into myself without any hope of coming out of it. Now they’re translucent and disappearing. Losing track of time and days melting together with only one line left.

© 2015 Michael Yost 04/25