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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

 

Blame it on Hoover

Hoover Dam

Fun With 50?

After all my tubes and wires were taped down, they took out the cath and got me out of bed. Standing up the dam broke and I became a fountain spinning round in circles. You can get the pitcher can’t you?

© 2015 Michael Yost 04/25

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Life’s Memories

I love the old porch swing poetry
What’s left of my life’s memories
Going back I find some new stories
Why did they hold them back from me

They think I don’t know what’s going on
Still watching the clocks till I’m gone
Where’s the poems I had for the songs
Tick Tock I know what’s going on

2012 Michael Yost 02/07

Grossly True*

Picking at the wound from before
Scraping the scabs off unhealed sores
Fingernail filth mingles with blood
Making for a red colored mud

New skin around the edge starting repair
Begins to bleed slowly from the new tear
One scab left hanging by newly grown skin
Quick rip by the teeth it’s a salty raisin

Tonguing the wound till it stops bleeding
Starting the process over just like seeding
Collecting the raisins for the tin can
Putting them down the girl’s shirts is the plan

*© 2011 Michael Yost 06/28

*A friend of a friend did this in grade school.

 

Shivers

I’m glad you plucked it in from the air above you.
It just passed through my hair leaving silver slivers.
Gathering our thought’s basting them together
Towards balancing our being together forever

Our separate love’s of sadness and sorrow
Gives our new pattern together tomorrow
Old is new and new could be forever
Or my favorites, jeans from my pass me downs

© 2014 Michael Yost 06/12

So You Had to Ask or

Skimming the water, how do we know
How deep or shallow the water is
Without running the risk of vulnerability
Or are we to know only when it’s his

Does Charon always charge for to and fro
If you had to assk for the answer it always burns
Are (S)elected memories of a rich man’s health
The only way to express funneling Wealth..

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/16

I remem….

My memories rushing, out with the tide
Tears welling up, bubbling goodbye
Feeling good and bad times, slipping away
Body’s braking, hair turning gray

The elders have lapsed, and now are devoid
Scattered away with, the other broken toys
More are slipping, with times we enjoyed
The only slap left, is being unemployed

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/13

Marching in Step

Giving it all up or giving in
Raising the white flag could be a sin
Looking back as I run from the din
Knowing full well no one really wins

Catching up to the ones before
Marching away in step from the war
Promising never again they swore
It’s better to give up to save the corps

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/12

My Hiding Place

All I can give are these few words written here
Uncovering part of my life hoping to clear
Being left behind wrestling with my old fears
The same unspoken problems behind my tears

No molds or experience just an empty void
Tripping over my cold darkened thoughts yet a boy
Being held backward or worst yet pushed through destroyed
Reliving parts of my life no longer being toyed

The mirrored web cracked splintering some of my sins
While I tip toe on eggshells, needles and pins
Hoping today the rest of my life begins
Opening the locked doors that are held tight within

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/05

Cold Tile

The cold tile felt so good on my face.

I just couldn’t move but for the

shaking.  It wasn’t the chills; my

body was shutting down from

all the meth I had been taking for

the past week.

Heart attack or panic attack didn’t

much matter right then, I just knew

I was going to die.  The paramedics

took one look and had me strapped

me into the gurney and off we went.

I was feeling a little less anxiety

being with the medics keeping me

talking about how I felt, asking what

happened and not once did they

mention drugs; although I thought I

saw knowing glances between

themselves.

After several hours of prodding and

monitoring they got my blood pressure

down and with some hesitation let me go

home with a no work slip for seventy

two hours.

I took a week off got rested and returned

to work.  It wasn’t four days and I was

starting to feel sluggish and drained.  I

had a line to pick me up.  I was going strong

but felt a little more would be better.

The cold tile felt so good on my face.

I just couldn’t move but for the life

of me I didn’t understand why I looked

so pale.

© 2010-2011  Michael Yost   booguloo@live.com

Disjointed

Stubby fingers welder soot scratchy face
Garlic breath smokers stench stale beer a trace
Canvas pants cornered now no breath no space
Back bent back arms held high no longer chaste

Let the ink flow where the tears would not dare
Give them what they need leave nothing to spare
Open your soul now show others you care
There is no shame be the one to dare

© 2010-2011  Michael Yost   booguloo@live.com

Tranquility

I have found the sea of tranquility
A perfect balance without you for me
No longer does my heart weep and or bleed
Nor am I anxious for past ecstasy

I am not moved when you walk through the room
Your essence not clinging like your perfume
Heaviness has lifted no more sense of gloom
My soul is at peace time healed all my wounds

© 2010-2011  Michael Yost   booguloo@live.com

Fear of Success

Wasting of time is eternally lost
No measured margin for its total cost
For situations now that fallen behind
Sets back recompense now there are fines

Compromise self to a greater degree
Giving away more yet increasing fees
Originally no longer an issue
Time for wiping tears away with a tissue

Sabotaging yourself takes more time
Than going down that shortened ladder you climb
More anxiety now than lack of progress
Nothings more a strain than fear of success

© 2010-2011  Michael Yost   booguloo@live.com

Obsessed

Checking it again throughout the long day
Overcoming crises great is the pay
Ballast or Baggage is the great debate
Fear is forever can not make it wait

Dread and fright works in the obsessive mined
Knowledge is provisional given time
The pendulum swings down the toll does chime
Echoing attention to the need and the blind

© 2010-2011  Michael Yost   booguloo@live.com

Circumstances

Step into your new image that you create
You’re not set in stone or some higher fate
Don’t twist and turn at each others 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
Prey has not a prayer of hardly a sound

The picture you paint should have precision
Character requires some decision
Ensure you provide enough provision
To accomplish whatever you envision

© 2010-2011  Michael Yost   booguloo@live.com

The Paper Waits

The paper waits and strains the gates
To heal the heart or some other fate
The inward glance scatters the hate
Oh the pain please abate

The paper expects cooperation
Nothing less than a dissertation
How can I give explanation
I guess I’ll use confabulation

© 2010-2011  Michael Yost   booguloo@live.com