As a child
I lived in a world of my own.
Full of joy and imagined fantasy.
Weaving deep stories
In my own mental landscape
A hero’s journeys,
A world of possibility.Now as a man
I live in a world of my own.
But the fantasies and joys have twisted.
Weaving dark stories
In my warped mind
A victim’s journey at an end,
Without the possibility
Of a happy ending.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Drifting away through time and space,
It gets harder and harder to picture your face.
The fond memories grow more unclear;
I wish every day that you could just be here.I miss you so much it hurts to think.
The feelings are weights, causing me to sink.
Desperately, I grasp for you.
But the image is fuzzy, and my fingers fall through.I really should call you. At least send a text.
But I have no idea of what to do next.
I don’t want to drag you in this pit with me.
In my pool of pathetic misery.So I’ll struggle alone and hope that I’ll win;
Try to un-stick this fly trap I find my self in.
When I stop being a loser, when I am someone great,
I’m hoping by then, it wont be too late.
-Shaman Romney 2016
Anger is intoxicating, a pleasant addiction
An easy way distract from affliction.
Letting your heart boil over with rage,
Is any easy way to escape your cage.It gives you a goal, a way to move forward
An enemy, a source of enmity to move toward.
It gives you a focus when life is unfair,
Although it feels good you must bewareLike all bad vices, the pleasure is fleeting,
And further pursuit will prove self defeating.
Anger is a short term solution to a long time problem,
Emergence of bad ideas, acting upon them.Of all emotions there isn’t one stronger.
But love is more productive, and it lasts much longer.
It takes more work, its difficult,
When your life is full of pain and tumult.But persevere and keep love in your heart.
Bit by bit, you notice it start
To bring you into a better place.
It is a much better addiction to chase.
– Shaman Romney 2015
I have no faith in faith,
No belief in unfounded belief.
Such things can make us feel safe,
Provide us a sense of relief.But it doesn’t make them right
To anyone but you.
Even if it helps you sleep at night,
It doesn’t mean it’s true.I try to find comfort
In the chaos of uncertainty.
Instead of trying to comport
With a lie; a false reality.We can’t know all there is to know,
There’s beauty in vast knowledge uncapped.
I get to enjoy a part of the show.
Missing the end doesn’t make me feel trapped.So keep your gods and your proselytizing
For they offer me no recompense.
I’ll keep my hypotheses and theorizing
And base my beliefs on evidence.
-Shaman Romney 2015
Hello to all who read this post
And regular readers of this site.
I value the views, but I’ve been a bad host;
My posts have been sparse and light.I’d love to say I’d assuage the fear
That this blog is all but done.
But now is the dreaded time of year.
Where my work becomes no fun.So while I try to keep my mind on track
With too much work for only one man
This blog will suffer a bit of a lack.
I will try to post when i can.But worry not I’ve got some things
And plans i want to do
So enjoy all that this season brings
See you later (not goodbye), and thank you.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Blind hitchhiker,
Used to be a biker
Until a cloud of flies
Flew into his eyes.At least that’s i was told,
By the sign he had to hold.
I wonder if he’s there today,
Still facing the wrong way.
– Shaman Romney 2015
I tried to embrace the future,
But I couldn’t find a good way to do it.
Because not matter how hard I tried to reach it,
It was always a day away.
-Shaman Romney 2015
I pluck the musical notes out of the air
And hold them in front of me.Well that was stupid
Wasn’t it?The music sounded much better in my head.
Than sitting in a pile of notes on my bed.
Right next to a bag of Cheetos.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Laziness is when
You put out a dumb haiku
Instead of writing.
– Shaman Romney 2015
I have all of these ideas.
They’re sitting in a notebook,
Waiting to be shared.Which wouldn’t be a problem,
Except I –
– Shaman Romney 2015
Shame on The Universe 