I’m the stop gap, the bottleneck
The pack mule of this future tech
The domino you shouldn’t flick
The golden one, the crucial brick
The dam who holds the torrent back
The jar without a single crack
Or so I hope, but worst of all
No one knows I’m about to fall.
– Shaman Romney 2021
We keep ourselves safe with fear
As we run from what we hate
In order to save our self.But in preserving the self,
Must I hide within the fear
As I succumb to the hate?Will I now let all this hate
Corrupt me to a worse self?
Is it now too late, I fear.I fear I’ll hate my new self.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Words of men’s souls;
of creation.
The inspiration of human beings:
Art.
Of being human,
inspiring the
Creation of souls:
men of words.
– Shaman Romney 2021
I fold my mind into a paper boat
And drift upon the endless, shifting sea
To try and keep my sanity afloat
I fold my mind into a paper boat
And as my greatest wish escapes my throat
I wonder what it is like to be free
I fold my mind into a paper boat
And drift upon the endless, shifting sea
– Shaman Romney 2021
In the mirror, all I see
A ghastly shade stares back at me
Haunted eyes, of hate and scorn
In their depths a love forlorn
Ghosts of memories come again
Where once was joy, now only pain
Years of torture, cries I've wailed
Grim reminders of those I've failed
Demons in bottles and needle points
Try as I may, it all disappoints
Through all my lies, I know you're gone
Unjust as it is, I still live on
– Shaman Romney 2021
Memories are warnings against our future mistakes
Oft unheeded guidance for us
Why don’t we listen?
Why not learn?
Ego?
Pride?
Joy?
Love?
Mercy?
Something else?
We may never know
Because we have trouble learning
And so, we make mistakes and more future memories
– Shaman Romney 2021
– Shaman Romney 2021Tension builds
As the post is turned
Strings are plucked
Tunings set
A flourish of notes to check
The music beginsThe girl plays
A nice, simple tune
Of times past
Bittersweet
Awash in the memories
Of a better lifeThe song ends
Coins clink in the jar
The thank yous
And praise comes
The girl dons a sad smile
As she starts againHours pass
As strangers walk by
Few see her
Less listen
But music and money made
Is a day well spent
– Wake up in the morning
– Start the day
– Sit around and let my thoughts run and play
– Go to the bathroom
– Brush my teeth
– Battle the demons that dwell underneath
– Finish my shower
– Put on my clothes
– Think about all the things nobody knows
– Make myself coffee
– Eat some breakfast
– Ponder:
— The future
— The present
— The past
– Finally be ready for the day ahead
– Mess around posting Reddit instead
– Shaman Romney 2021
Life
Breath
I gasp
The light blinds
The air rushes in
I cry defiance to the worldI relax and breathe out relief
As time slips away
The light dims
I sigh
Breath
Life
– Shaman Romney 2021
P.S: Rules for a Fib
Fooled into believing
You’re the one deceiving
The devil in your personal hellPlayed you like a fiddle
Trapped you in his riddle
Worst of all is you will never knowSo onwards you will scream
Trapped inside of your dream
As a puppet stuck making a showWhat is saddest of all
When your death comes to call
You will dance gleefully to your hell
– Shaman Romney 2021
Shame on The Universe 