Where did my love go for my faith
Why does it seem so easy now to hate
Father and sins down the rabbit hole
Tethered behind I search for my soul
Having lived above I seen Him bleed
Now reaching out to plant my seed
My faith as huge a mustard seed’s small
Is going to move mountains overall
Closing my eyes I see it done
Opening my eyes what moved was the sun
Faith knows it’s done when my eyes betray
Knowing it’s already done is the only way
© 2016 Michael Yost 03/22
*Matt 17:20
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Choices, Consequences, God, Love, Michael Yost, Poetry, Seed of Faith, Wonder, Writing
I question my motives everyday
Trying to find the righteous way
Not giving into a hateful fate
Nor pushing through or jumping gates
Not giving into the path of ease
Coming across like you meant to please
Opening my heart and letting you in
Was my final mistake my final sin
© 2016 Michael Yost 03/17
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Dreams, Expectations, Hateful Fate, Jumping Gates, Love, Michael Yost, Motives, My Final Sin, Path of Ease, Poetry, Wonder, Writing
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
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Dreams, Embrace, Friendship, Fun, Health, Heart, Humor, Michael Yost, Wonder
Pushing on past time and space
Touched by fire with her radiant embrace
Chest to breast, hearts synced in a race
Never ever wanting, to leave this place
Scent of her hair ear, lobe cool to the touch
Loins rushing red, our lips about to brush
Breathe quickened now, soon to combust
These feelings must not only, be given to lust
Fingers running down, her arms to her hands
Our eyes locked in smile, lingering in stand
We were almost part of something banned
As time stood still for a moment, in our glass of sand
©2011 Michael Yost
Inhaling yesterday’s memory.
Her scent’s lingering long.
Sprawled naked on her silken robe
She rose early and now she’s gone
The nightstand held a note for me
I smiled as I read
The evening was nice, please feed the cat
Don’t forget to make the bed.
© 2011 Michael Yost 08/01
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Choices, Consequences, Dreams, Embrace, Humor, Michael Yost, Wonder, Writing
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
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Imagination gives lift to my wings
Makes it easier to lift my voice and sing
Anchors scrapping the bottom breaking their strings
Like a catapult boulder flung on a fling
Landing hard beyond the wide and long river Styx
No change in my mouth to pay for Charon’s pyx
More things that could have happened were politics
Instead praising God for empty crucifixes
© 2015 Michael Yost 03/28
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Choices, Death, Empty Crucifixes, Expectations, Faith, God, Michael Yost, Wonder
Growing older shortens time
The sun and shovels blister
Dead Men’s Chest off key’s a crime
Dying is lifetime’s closure
This is not the bitter end
The wheelhouse rolls with raves
And the main sail billow sends
Helped pushed and pulled by waves
The dead men told no tales
And those who danced with Jack Ketch
Or went for Moby Dick the whale
Anything else was another stretch
© 2014 Michael Yost 05/13
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Blame, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Dreams, Expectations, Fear, Lonliness, Love, Michael Yost, Wonder, Writing
There you sit up high on your throne
Playing with your suitors by throwing a bone
I stood alone letting it fly by
Watching the weakest ones start to cry
Two of your suitors gnawed the bone in half
As I still stood alone and started to laugh
The price the winners paid left them bloody
Limping up the stairs ugly and muddy
As the Queen’s champion I blocked their sway
Only one man can pass by me this way
Two are stronger than one they spoke aloud
They took me down quickly and pleased the crowd
Now there’s two champions one on either side
No bones thrown now since the Queen’s satisfied
Covered with rotten food the Queen let me live
Showing her satisfaction for what I once did
© 2013 Michael Yost 02/16
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anger, Anxiety, Consequences, Death, Depression, Expectations, Friendship, Love, Melancholy, Michael Yost, Poetry, Winners and Losers, 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
Lazy eye turns and I see double
Tired eyes close, the start of the trouble
Drifting away, sleep seals my work
Minutes later, a sudden jerk
Awake now and ready to start
Writing half lines within my heart
It’s a price I pay with new meds
Wonder if it’s worth, sleeping instead
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/15
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Depression, Dreams, Drugs, Expectations, Faith, Fear, God, Humor, Michael Yost, New Meds, Poetry, Wonder, Writing
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
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Avow, Choices, Consequences, Expectations, Faith, Friendship, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Poetry, War, Wind, Wonder, Writing
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
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Carlos Castaneda, Choices, Consequences, Dreams, Faith, Friendship, God, Love, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Mushrooms, Poetry, Wonder
The world is empty and void without you
As I spin the flesh falls off and drifts into space
Raw emotions left at the pulsating core
With nothing left to embrace
Nothing like before
The cold vacuum ices over the warmth of distant stars
Drawing out the last bit of life I have left
Pulsating less and less till no more
Frozen solid conscious yet alive stalling death
Nothing like before
Or does your conscience just stream and dream
When you die, left spinning, just beginning
The world is empty and void without you anymore
No forgiveness of my sinning
Nothing like before
© 2011 Michael Yost 06/09
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Choices, Drifting in Space, Fear, God, Lonliness, Michael Yost, No Forgiveness, Raw emotions, Wonder
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
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Burden, But Why, Choices, Consequences, Dreams, Expectations, Michael Yost, Poetry, Sadness, Wonder, Writing
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
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Altering Vows, Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Expectations, Fast Forward, Friendship, God, Light Lyrics, Love, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Overcome, Poetry, The Ring, Wonder, Wound, Writing
Imagination gives lift to my wings
Makes it easier to lift my voice and sing
Anchors scrapping the bottom breaking their strings
Like a catapult boulder flung on a fling
Landing hard beyond the wide and long river Styx
No change in my mouth to pay for Charon’s pyx
More things that could have happened were politics
Now praising God for empty crucifixes
© 2015 Michael Yost 03/28
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Catapult, Choices, Death, Empty Crucifixes, Expectations, Faith, Flung on a Fling, Heart, Humor, Imagination, Love, Michael Yost, Poetry, River Styx, Wonder
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
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Addiction, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Fear, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Poetry, Wonder
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