Shame on The Universe   Poetry and Thoughts on the Universe

I am not even going to pretend
That I’m not a relieved to be at the end
Although, for poetry, i have a proclivity
This month has definitely taxed my creativity.
I truly feel like I’ve run out of words to say.
I almost couldn’t write a poem today.
And so with that, I bid you adieu
30 poems done, it feels good to be through.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Solitary Confinement
Four walls closed in on me
Unfair Chastisement
For a crime that wasn’t committed
Solitary Refinement
To make a functioning member of society.
Undeserved Assignment
Of a moral debt that needs to be remitted.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Tracing twisted pictures all across my arm
When did i become the person who takes pleasure in self harm?

I hate this sadistic masochist,
The me that seems to find joy in this.

Self destructive sketches drawn  again and again.
A false belief I am atoning for sin.

Or is it a misguided search for relief?
This evil, unwanted,disgusting belief.

Either way, the result is the same.
I lose my soul, and blood in this game.

– Shaman Romney 2015

It doesn’t matter how much progress I make,
Or how many steps I continue to take.
I’m still broken.

It doesn’t matter how much I try
Or how many times I ask myself why?
I’m still broken.

It makes no difference what I do,
Doesn’t matter what work I put myself through
I’m still broken.

I know that I’ll never be enough
I’m just a piece of glass. Jagged, rough,
And still broken.

– Shaman Romney 2015

The world is full of vitriolic hate
Spewing out onto our plate.
But there’s never enough to sate
The warmongering bloodlust,
The drive to turn all things to dust,
The will to watch the world combust.

I don’t know the way to save the world.
How to stop the bombs from being hurled.
To stop the flags from being unfurled.
And so they march friend against friend.
Now everyone is broken; no one would bend.
And through their actions, comes the world’s end.

– Shaman Romney 2015

It’s going to be ok
Seriously,
It’s going to be ok.
Things are going be going your way.
So don’t worry,
It will be ok.

It’s going to be alright.
I’m telling you,
Its going to be alright.
Things will work out, please just sit tight.
So don’t worry,
It will be alright.

It’s all going to be fine,
Just relax.
It’s going to be fine.
You’re always expecting things to decline.
But don’t worry.
It will be fine.

I hear the words,
But I don’t believe
It’s just myself
I’m trying to deceive.
It always seems to be haunting me.
This crippling sense of anxiety.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Standing on this 18th floor balcony,
But unlike you I am alone.
In my mind I take a leap,
Body sinking like a stone.

It’s just a thought. I would regret it
Some where around floor nine.
But part of me just wont forget it
And beckons me towards the edge.

He looks me in the eyes and says
“Don’t you want to join the sky?
Lose the weight of all your troubles,
And for that glorious moment, fly?”

His words make sense; indeed, persuade me.
Despite how troubling they are.
It feels like nothing will dissuade me.
As I move closer to the edge.

I put my hand upon the wall;
Lift my legs over the railing.
My self destructive reasoner
Is the one finally prevailing.

In this moment, I seem to lack,
That basic instinct; self preservation.
The feeling that would hold me back
From finally falling off the edge.

– Shaman Romney 2015