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It Should Have Been Six

Posted on May 12, 2016 | 3 comments

 

If she would love me I’d feel it forced

If she would love me I’d feel remorse

It should have happened already by now

It should have happened before our vows

 

If I had known it was out of sympathy

If I had known before today she’d be free

It should have been done with feelings of love

It should have been done without feeling shoved

 

If you told me I wouldn’t be grieved

If you told me I would feel deceived

It should have been your responsibility

It should have been six so you were easier to carry

 

© 2011 Michael Yost 06/27

 

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Life’s Memories

Posted on March 23, 2016 | 4 comments

I love the old porch swing’s 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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The Lesser of Two Evils

Posted on March 12, 2016 | 11 comments

The Lessor of Two Evils

Listen, her sobs shaking the tower
Slimy trolls are climbing towards her
Her mother-in-law left her to rot
Her elfin ears were burning red hot

She knew her mother-in-law was mad
She didn’t know why and it made her sad
The troll’s breath straightened her golden curls
Making her so sick it made her hurl

Trolls started melting and died from her puke
Far off she seen her husband the Duke
His mother started to run away
Knowing very well she’d have to pay

He called the Princess, let down your hair
When he reached the top, she was scared
He cut her hair and tied it secure
Had her follow him down staying demure

© 03/12 Michael Yost 2016

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Disguise

Posted on March 10, 2016 | Leave a comment

*”If you wanna find
Out what’s behind these cold eyes
You’ll just have to claw
Your way through this
Disguise”

Working the floor smiling hiding tears
People behind pushing trying to steer
Her young death hard keeping up the facade
Sadness now wanting madness’s rod

No more penance and self flagellation
Opening these gate’s reputation
Run away or you’ll make your own wreath
Looking up you’ll see you’re underneath

© 03/10 Michael Yost 2016

*In The Flesh
Roger Waters
Pink Floyd
The Wall

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The Curb Can be Cold

Posted on November 16, 2015 | Leave a comment

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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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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Reverie Memories

Posted on June 8, 2015 | 5 comments

There’s only one in my memory
That’s part of all my reveries
All the others once tied, drifted by
All the other’s words have lied

In my reveries I slowly sigh
In my memories I slowly die
In my waiting I comply
In my acceptance I occupy

There’s only one in my memory
Who comes to me da il ly
She’s part of all my reveries
Knowing she’ll never come back to me

© 2011 Michael Yost

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But Why

Posted on May 10, 2015 | Leave a comment

Lie, hide, cry, deny, then die, but why
Long, gone, songs, belongs, with, prolong sighs
Clang, rang, sang, melange and tearing eyes
One, none, sung, burden, then die. but why

© 2015 Michael Yost 5/10

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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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The Restraint of a Saint

Posted on April 26, 2015 | Leave a comment

What about yesterday you had no complaints
You complimented my old technique with your taint
Now the third degree when you knew I wasn’t a saint
Dam be your pleasure now I’ll show more restraint

© 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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Two Shadows Together as One

Posted on August 5, 2014 | Leave a comment

All of this confusion was never meant to be

Suddenly my future is going to the blue sea

Trying to grasp her shadow I fall on my face

My life forever changed and all I do is pace

 

Being free I miss what I hated most

Having way too much time to slide and coast

Now it takes a lot of work to sit and do not a thing

I had lots of ideas then that I could do on a wing

 

Nothing can stop me now except my free will

The images of what was, over flow’s my fill

Coming from my eyes and the silent screams inside

The sun is rising, laying in my sweat and my head is fried

 

It’s a new day expecting to find my my new way

So many voices from the crowd but I must say

Rising above the chatter clearing my brain

Must find the the door of progress to the next pain

 

Now I start floating up and rise above the noise

Her shadow is still silent and I’m losing my poise

Let me ask one last question that I am now free

Will our shadows ever merge and come to be

 

© 2014 Michael Yost 08/05

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What About Tomorrow

Posted on July 11, 2014 | Leave a comment

Where did her facets go that held his heart
We had hoped that they’d never be apart
Exposed to cold’s hold with white snow blowing
Then to see his opened wound with blood spilling

See his blood dripping down his left shoulder
Wounds like that some men never recover
Everyone who’s anyone knows what he could be
Of course his heart is held by the words of He

Your love can leave at a moment notice
Whistling Dock of the Bay with Otis
Singing Walk on By with Dionne Warwick
Or You’ve Got a Friend holding a carrot
© 2014 Michael Yost 07/11

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Nothing is Safe

Posted on June 8, 2014 | Leave a comment

Nothing has found its most foul place
In the alleys where nothing’s safe
They’re found on every side street
Police covered dead with white sheets

Walk alone and it’s a suicide
Don’t be fooled there’s homicides
Walk with friends or better stay home
So when you hear shots use your phone

Talk about this is always wrong
Scars will heal if you live that long
Leaving town to its own death wish
From heaven it’s a petri dish

© 2014 Michael Yost 06/08

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The Blew Beach

Posted on June 5, 2014 | Leave a comment

The beach was really where we wanted to be
But the warm wet waves pushed up high tide
Dragging our lunch and towels out to sea
Then anger’s air blew until our tears dried

© 2014 Michael Yost 06/05

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May I Wonder Aloud (Repeat)

Posted on May 26, 2014 | 7 comments

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

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Daddy’s Shoes

Posted on May 23, 2014 | Leave a comment

I fill these large shoes but stumble
Falling down hard I am humbled
All around jeering mumbles
Like it’s funny that I tumbled

Again my self talk is bad
I only want to be sad
Where’s your reason to be glad
Your goodness drives me mad

Walking the earth to be hurt
Wanting your ear not your skirt
Finally mocking overt
Calling me an introvert

Crying so long I started a tide
Then slipping on my backside
Rolling in poo again I cried
It’s got to be time for suicide

The shoes fall off climbing up
I slipped down holding on snug
Three more feet to crest the top
Almost there to take the flop

No Ideating, Just flipping the bird
How many listened to or heard
Close off your brain, open your heart
Hear their cries before they depart

© 2014 Michael Yost 05/23

 

 

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Love and Time

Posted on May 22, 2014 | Leave a comment

 

Running away the fences breaking
Can’t stop all the feelings rushing through
Broken hearts left in the wake aching
Barb wire digging deep and stretching wounds

Rain and tears mixed into sweat follow
Leaving me naked wandering half blind
Now flesh falling leaving my shadow
Find a new shadow and walk behind

She shouldn’t catch me shadowing to hide
As long as I can mimic the pair
I should be able to live and survive
But at night disappearing ensnared

© 2014 Michael Yost 05/22

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The Secret

Posted on May 3, 2014 | Leave a comment

What could I give that you haven’t had before
The secret I have that will help you restore
Your happiness that now lays on the cold floor
That can be lifted up high and fulfilled once more

It’s affection paid with my true love given
Healing your heartbreak and soul that was riven
Cast out memories one by one forgiven
And all his mandates once harshly driven

© 2014 Michael Yost 05/03

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Wars Last Stand (2)

Posted on April 23, 2014 | Leave a comment

The rust runs off red
Machinery froze
Black fluids bled

Collecting the dead
Sun’s bleach expose
The rust runs off red

Flame not right yet
Bodies decompose
Black fluids bled

Bound and broken treads
Rendering of foes
The rust runs off red

Bloated children fed
Torn pennant blows
Black fluids bled

Grinding bones for bread
Stark machines pose
The rust runs off red
Black fluids bled

© 2011 Michael Yost

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The Bridge (2)

Posted on April 23, 2014 | Leave a comment

The Bridge

I wander alone down this road
My cart has one wheel that wobbles
What belongs to me is what you see
Don’t try to take it from me or squabble

Coming to a broken concrete bridge
The only way to get past the river
Up ahead a clown jumped up and down
Showing it’s safe but the river made him shiver

What do you see when you read
Two men at their end of their future
I see what happens when two men don’t heed
Who have nothing to show for their adventures

© 2013 Michael Yost 07/23

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So You Had to Ask or

Posted on April 16, 2014 | Leave a comment

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

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Marching in Step

Posted on April 12, 2014 | Leave a comment

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

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Over Stayed My Welcome

Posted on April 1, 2014 | Leave a comment

You’ve made my heart echo
The closest people stared
It flowed and flowed and flowed
Most caught unawares

Why did you wait so long
There was no ending yet
To my cold come in song
Echoed loud your ignored pet

She removed my collar
Shooed me into traffic
The sum of my fears rears
Tires stereo-graphic

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/01

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Whining again

Posted on November 21, 2011 | 6 comments

Are you whining again?
My sad old friend
You’re hard to defend
With your whining again

Surely you must have
Something that’s glad
That’s made you mad
No? Forever sad

Just how you write?
It limits your sight
Try with your might
Don’t give up, fight

Nothing I say
Leads you to sway
This sadness today
Means whining to stay

© 2011 Michael Yost

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