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Poet’s Words

Posted on May 22, 2016 | Leave a comment

The words reflect the poet’s depth of thought
Accounting for antagonist’s naught
Crushed by the wheels of the juggernaut
Accomplishing without looking haut

© 2011 Michael Yost

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I Haven’t Done Anything yet Either

Posted on May 12, 2016 | Leave a comment

The halls echo softly with children’s cries

Mom lies in her locked hole getting high

Garbage strewn beneath the children’s feet

Refrigerator unplugged with nothing to eat

 

Bulging bellies in America hard to believe

And there’s no one around to care or to grieve

Fly’s in the kid’s eyes are having a feast

Even the roaches deserted with no crumbs to eat

 

© 2011 Michael Yost 06/20

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I Need to Up Wright

Posted on April 10, 2016 | Leave a comment

I need to write this today
Waiting to fall in love and play
I need to melt at first sight
And please let it happen tonight

My ache is real and gaining strength
The pendulum blade drops in length
How many failures before my death
Before the blade takes my last breath

Last words written with the fall of night
Then the Queen’s ball only pairs in sight
I see Gwen smile does she wait for me?
No the Prince comes up and I flee

© 2016 Michael Yost 04/10

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Self Pity

Posted on March 24, 2016 | Leave a comment

Self pity is the worst possible emotion anyone can have. And the most destructive. It is, to slightly paraphrase what Wilde said about hatred, and I think actually hatred’s a subset of self pity and not the other way around – ‘It destroys everything around it, except itself.’

Stephen Fry

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Aluminuggets

Posted on March 3, 2016 | Leave a comment

Not having ten advisors I look to you
You seem to know the answers with no voodoo
Watching the caldron my fate seems to bubble up
Dipping in the chalice I taste the corrupt

Picking up the gold nuggets emptying the cans
Looking towards the new horizon I stand
Watching the sun crest over the fall tree line
Gathering in the carts I count all that’s mine

© 03/03 Michael Yost 2016

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Walking Around Me

Posted on March 2, 2016 | 1 comment

Walking around me their heads close together
Heading toward then running up the red stair
The blue stair just ahead slipping on my tears
Trying to catch them on the red stair without fear

Crossing onto the red stairs my nose bled
I’m trying to get over the things they’d said
My own light flickering starting to fade
Breaking my spirit leaving my edges frayed

Now two more behind me conjuring dread
Spells ringing and bouncing inside my head
Crouching down I jumped to the blue stairs
Scared the witches catching them unawares

Jumping higher than I thought possible
I thought that their flying seemed impossible
I seen them fly solving an aged old question
There wasn’t a saddle they stayed on with suction
© 2016 Michael Yost 03/02

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Another Tomorrow Today

Posted on November 18, 2015 | Leave a comment

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 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

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Awkward Blues

Posted on November 2, 2015 | 2 comments

Clumsy, fall on my ass awkward blues
Walking down the street tripping over my shoes
Clumsy fell on my ass, passed some gas
Rolling around with the awkward blues

Ran into a pole, fell in a hole awkward blues
Tripped up a curb bumped blind Herb
Stepped on his cup, kicked him in the nuts
Scoffed his new shoes, I call it the awkward blues

Singing the song slipped headlong
Into a bus stopped along
The street, knocked me off my feet
Stringing you along awkward blues

© 2011 Michael Yost 07/02

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Gutter Pizza

Posted on October 29, 2015 | 1 comment

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Gutter pizza steams
Round worms seek shelter
Pigeons flock to scene

Broken zipper streams
Boil weeping smelter
Gutter pizza steams

Lacerations scream
Doubling up, welter
Pigeons flee the scene

Conscience fades to dreams
Nightmare now alters
Gutter pizza steams
Pigeons flock to scene

© 2011 Michael Yost 02/09

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Favorite Things

Posted on October 25, 2015 | Leave a comment

Water boarding prisoners and pulling off nails
Beating their backs with my cat o nine tails
Brown human packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Shaving their heads with nicked and dulling razors
Zapping their soft spots with high voltage Taser’s
Lemon and lime juice make paper cuts sting
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in cammies with cameras that flashes
Piling up prisoners not covering their asses
Some didn’t make it and wished for some wings
These are a few of my favorite things

When the trials start
When the prisons close
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Teach Your Children

Posted on October 23, 2015 | Leave a comment

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

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Again and Again Too

Posted on September 27, 2015 | Leave a comment

 

“The words have already been written.

What’s to write down anymore he wrote?

Who tells an interesting story?”

Iterating again he spoke

“The words have already been written.

What’s to write down anymore he wrote?

Who tells an interesting story?

Let’s see some new anecdotes.”

© 2011 Michael Yost 04/10

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It’s a Dream

Posted on September 26, 2015 | 4 comments

Tossing and turning sheets twisting around
Lashed to a pallet bobbing up bobbing down
Bed clothes and pillows cold soaking wet
Salt watered tearing eyes burning with sweat

Thunder then lightening jump with a start
Bullets and tracers you grab at your heart
You open your mouth in a silent scream
Crumpling to the floor realizing it’s a dream

Tossing and turning sheets torn asunder
Lashed to a pallet you begin to wonder
You open your mouth in a silent scream
Crumpling to the floor realizing it’s a dream
A dream

© 2010 Michael Yost 11/04

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My Reality

Posted on June 26, 2015 | 2 comments

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

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Forever When I Awake

Posted on June 26, 2015 | Leave a comment

Forever continues when I awake
On my first cup of coffee and heart aches
Walking down off the porch and to the lake
Reeling in the beauty of what to make

My time is now mine with no boss a round
Enjoying my freedom and the things I found
Something’s I keep in the foreground
But most is hid in my secret underground

I’ve said too much and they’ll try and find
All my secrets I keep deep in my mind
They say I’m crazy and keep me confined
Now watch me manipulate humankind

© 2015 Michael Yost 06/26

 

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Go Ask Alice

Posted on June 25, 2015 | Leave a comment

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

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Shoulders Ballooning*

Posted on June 8, 2015 | Leave a comment

Tension in my shoulders ballooning
I want to break Hannah and her horse
There’s voices coming from actors lips
Not their own and speak with volume down

How to deal with this torment alone
I know get off my ass and phone
some friend………

© 2015 Michael Yost 06/08

*Started 3 days ago

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Beyond Purpose

Posted on April 26, 2015 | Leave a comment

We all have a purpose beyond who we are
Ignoring it and pushing it too far
Everyone knows it comes up too late
Ignoring me and pushing me to hate

Now just around the next corner I peeked
This far away I could smell him he reeked
Leaving mom and me alone long ago
We each forgave watching bloody piss flow

© 2015 Michael Yost 04/26

 

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Never Again Again

Posted on April 25, 2015 | Leave a comment

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

 

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Their Depressions

Posted on April 10, 2015 | Leave a comment

I can’t speak of geniuses and their depression but I too wallow in words. A few tears choked and primed presses the accelerator towards oncoming traffic or walls if necessary. Unaware or no one cares about the body count as long as I get the well deserved attention from those I love the most? Look at me, stroke my head, see me touch me feel me. Even Tommy knows the score and listen very intently and you might hear Rod Sterling saying, “On the sign post ahead It’s an area which we call … The Twilight Zone….”

© 2015  Michael Yost 04/10

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Altering Vows

Posted on March 29, 2015 | Leave a comment

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

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Oppression

Posted on March 20, 2015 | Leave a comment

Dents in my forehead from my keyboard
Butt dimples flattened now smooth as a gourd
Now since the first, following depression
Crashing through into hell’s choice, oppression

Sleep is fleeting and the mirror cringes
Weighing heavy and bending the hinges
All for the purpose to lose weight with meth
Gasping and fighting hard for my last breathe

 

© 2015 Michael Yost 03/20

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Empty Holes

Posted on March 14, 2015 | Leave a comment

No where is now here
Streaming down my legs
Making disappear
Our straws empty kegs

Now here is no where
A black hole fills me
As the people all share
But nobody sees

© 2015 Michael Yost 03/13

 

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September Winds

Posted on February 21, 2015 | Leave a comment

Time will never stop going forward
No matter what you remember
We shed our feelings picking chords
Falling through into September

The universal chord raises
Old tunes are falling away
Leaves look like they’re blazing
When the cooler autumn’s winds sway

Time past weighs heavy on your mind
Those hard decisions can’t be changed
Looking forward has signs designed
To split your legacy prearranged

September’s here drop your baggage
Kick the leaves live for the day
Read the last words turning the page
Wallflower come over and play

 

© 2015 Michael Yost 02/21

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Life’s Memories

Posted on February 16, 2015 | Leave a comment

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

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