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 Anger, Anxiety, Blame, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Crying, Death, Deception, Expectations, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Pain
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
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Addiction, Anger, Anxiety, betrayal, Blood, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Crying, Death, Deception, Depression, Drugs, Expectations, Friendship, Health, Michael Yost, Nightmares, Pain, 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
From the pit of my bowels I boil
Every breathe I take fuels the flame
Working hard to find my path through moil
With so many out there playing games
Your generosity only maims
Causing permanent pain with lame legs
Only some insiders took the blame
No matter what they plead or beg
The weird world waits for their last sentence
© 2015 Michael Yost 08/23
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Blame, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Expectations, Michael Yost, Pain, Writing
Over the edge hanging by four fingers
The pit of my being said let’s not linger
Adrenaline strength, but one finger was slipping
Salt in my eyes from the sweat that was dripping
Falling in slow motion my hand is grabbed tight
My feet start to slide as I fight for my life
Going down hard, rock’s cut open my knees
Then I stopped my slide when I grabbed a tree
He pulled me forward and I fell face down
Clutching the weeds, I was praising the ground
I thanked the stranger that saved me from dying
My tears mixed with sweat as I started crying
I finally get up and look down the dirt road
Thinking I’ll never stray and do as I’m told
No matter how tempting the sights may be
I’ll look down at my leg and the scar on my knee
© 2011 Michael Yost
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Consequences, Fear, Michael Yost, Nightmares, Old Scars, Pain, Poetry
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your smile
Here I am shackled, breaking rocks, into piles
Halfway through, my 30 year’s sentence from the trial
I’m hoping you knew, our date was still worthwhile
We ate a good meal and were talking in our booth
Loud laughing through dessert, while the others blamed our youth
The ice cream found the cavity in my tooth
And you noticed my pain; you being the great sleuth
If you had been psychic that beautiful day
You’d be alive writing about my feet of clay
We’ll never know why he decided to betray
I know I was nailed down watching you pray
I was trapped in my mind and not able to move
There was a sliver of light that opened a groove
My alarm went off and I hoped my dream might improve
A nightmare that even Scooby and Shaggy couldn’t approve
© 2012 Michael Yost 08/23
Enjoy the pain free life you have
Here’s hoping you never need salve
To rub away the aches free
Especially both of your knees
© 2011 Michael Yost
Pain again, again
Pills. relieving then amen
Pain again the bane
© 2011 Michael Yost
The castoff pools in the gutter
Beating rain rolls over his skin
Coughing, spewing with a sputter
Heavy lids hiding a soul dim
Evil wicked days his wish away
If the rain could wash his dark heart
His soul lines gutters this day
So that I might lark in the park
© 2011 Michael Yost
Spiking masks the hurt
Waves wash away the pain
The water rises
Lost without you now
No return beyond this point
The water rises
Slipping underneath
Syringe then bubbles surface
Overflows water
©2010-2011 Michael Yost
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