Shame on The Universe   Poetry and Thoughts on the Universe

Today everyone,
Celebrates their Lord
Im just happy,
For Turkey,
Chocolate,
Easter eggs
And family.

Shaman Romney 2014

I often like to ponder, the man across the sea.
I find I often wonder, does he stop to ponder me?
While I wonder of adventures that he’s having on his own,
Is he wondering about peaceful nights here at home?
I picture lands at the world’s end.
He pictures dinners here with friends.
I feel so jealous of the man on the sea.
But I need to realize, he wishes he were me.

Shaman Romney 2014

Sounds crashing,
Glass smashing,
Scattered on the floor.

I couldn’t miss,
the perfect fist,
you left upon the door.

I couldn’t stand
as you brought that hand
Hard across my face.

I tried to speak,
I couldn’t think.
I had to make some space.

The door was shut,
I had enough.
And then you start to worry.

Insults flying,
sounds of crying
“I’m so sorry,”
“I’m so sorry.”

You’re sorry,
until you do it all again.
You’re sorry,
until I get in your way.
You’re sorry,
until you don’t want to be.
You’re sorry,
Just to make me stay.

Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Build your temple on little white lies
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Build it gold, it shimmers and shines.

Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Build it up so nice and tall.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Build it strong so it wont fall.

Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Someone questioning the base.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
They see the guilt upon your face.

Lies, Lies, Little white lies
They unravel at your feet.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Time to run, admit defeat.

Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Now the temple turns to dust.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Once was love, now shattered trust.

Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Truth seems so easy to bend.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
When it breaks you meet your end.

Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Now you’re left cold and alone.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Don’t blame us, the fault is your own.

Shaman Romney 2014

The artist pours his heart
Into the canvas again.
Each line, a memory,
Each color, emotion.

The left corner, his true love
The center, the loss of a friend
Every section, a moment of his life
Laid out bare for all to see.

He steps back, admires his work
This one, truly, is his masterpiece.
He turns to show someone
And no one is there.

The canvas lies in storage
Next to it brethren,
abandoned, alone.
The artist nowhere to be seen.

“There is no point to it.”
says the artist,
“Because what good is art
Without the audience?”

Shaman Romney 2014

A life of quiet loneliness.
People, just background noise.
A stranger in a room of friends.
A silent, pittiful scream
Of a man no one hears.

Wear the mask, play the game,
make sure they always see.
The smiling man, the jester,
the thing you ought to be.

Don’t show your pain,
or your hurt, or your agony.
Your loved ones want a happy man,
that’s what you ought to be.

Don’t ever drop the visage,
don’t show the deeper being.
Pretend to be a happy man,
the thing you’ll never be.

The mask will never come off
The world will never see.
This image of the happy man
Will never be me.

Shaman Romney 2014

I’m a man who is empty.
I have had everything
Pulled out of me.
Some of it,
My Heart,
I gave willingly.
Most of it,
My Blood,
My Tears,
My Soul,
Were taken forcefully.
Now I stand here
Devoid of love,
of life,
of hope.
Now I have nothing.
I am a man who is empty.

Shaman Romney 2014