There’s a fucked up strength in suicide
That no one seems to realize.
Slaying a monster that only you can see.Or being your own hero,
Rescuing your self from the darkness
Because no one else could.
Because you thought no one would.Suicide isn’t weak, or pathetic.
But just sad; misguided.
People will help you write your story.
So don’t close your book
Before its done.
-Shaman Romney 2016
Have you ever
Seen your very own face?
Think about itYou have seen
Reflections in mirrors and water
Photos and videosBut you haven’t
Seen it like we do
Like I haveAnd you won’t
But that is okay because
Neither will I
– Shaman Romney 2016
I wish
I could write
Like Robert Frost
Sing like Johnny Cash
Play guitar like Eric Clapton
Dance like Michael JacksonI wish
I had their
Passion
Drive
Dedication
I wish
I was more like them
I wish
I was less
Like me
-Shaman Romney 2016
Inspiration
Comes from perspiration,
Exasperation,
Copious amounts of cogitation,
And irritation
Surrounding the procrastination
Of my poetic fixation.
In it’s gestation,
This creation
Cures my writer’s constipation,
Removes frustration,
And brings sedation
To today’s expectation.
– Shaman Romney 2016
I’m still playing the game,
But it’s not for fun.
Keep repeating actions
One after one.
(I) don’t do it for love,
Just do it for pay.
It’s the same old grind
Day after day.My life has become an addiction
I no longer want.
I’m stuck in a Skinner box;
I can’t break the lockWorking our jobs
Trade time for money
To trade it back in
For our bread and honey
Possessions are worthless.
Not worth the time.
Work is our sentence
Minutes the fine.My life has become an addiction;
I want to be free.
I’m stuck in a Skinner box;
I can’t find the key.Got to get out of this
Break from the norm.
Make like an anarchist,
Gather up the storm.
Flip the switch, light it up.
It’s time for a change.
My life won’t be perfect,
But I’ll make it strange.My life has become an addiction,
But it’s not for me.
I’m stuck in a skinner box
It’s time to break free.
– Shaman Romney 2016
This isn’t something I want to do
It hurts me as it hurts you
This isn’t something I want to do
It hurts me too.I don’t want to have to start this fight
It hurts her most, this isn’t right
I don’t want to have to start this fight
It isn’t rightBut you aren’t leaving me a choice.
Your ear have fallen deaf to my voice
You aren’t leaving me much of a choice.
You’re deaf to my voice.I’m sorry it had to be this way
Instead of light, we have this dreary day
I’m sorry it had to be this way
On this dreary day.This isn’t something I want to do
It hurts me as it hurts you
This isn’t something I want to do
It hurts me too.
– Shaman Romney 2016
I stare at the paper, taking in every line.
My heart, my family, contained within;
The state’s way of encapsulating my everything.
My heart, my family, forever intertwine
On this paper, this ink; the court system’s skin.
My choice now is the tattoo needle, or the knife.
For my family, I sign the paper, and tie the string
To my heart. I will gladly give you my life!
– Shaman Romney 2016
Age is a matter of feelings, not years
At least, that’s what the cookie told me
Sometimes I feel like knocking back a few beers
Other times I want my mommy to hold meSometimes I’m an old man waiting to die
Or an energetic toddler running all over the place
A twenty something trying to get by
Or learning to walk, falling on my faceI’m so many ages all at the same time
Both an old fogey and a dumb kid
Having a life ahead of me is sublime
As was living the life that I did.But there’s one thing that stays, whether senior or tike
Taking a nap is one thing we all like.
– Shaman Romney 2016
It’s hard when you don’t know the right thing to do
Your actions have consequences, but your indecision does too.
If your stuck between a rock and a hard place
Is the only choice which one you want to shove in your face?Is a lie good if it’s for the right cause?
If the truth causes pain, is it wrong to take pause?
Is the road to hell paved with good intention
Or is the reality too harsh to mention?Or is my dilemma much more simple than I’d wish?
They ran out of steak, do I go chicken or fish?
– Shaman Romney 2016
I need to go fast
I need to go empty
I need to go without
And use what’s within meI need to go fast
I need to go quickly
I need to go forward
Without doubt or hesitationI need to go fast
I need to go fastI need to go fast
I need to go hungry
I need to go starve
Until I’m weak and slowI need to go fast
I need to go zero to sixty
I need to go breakneck
Until I’m out of gasI need to go fast
I need to go fast
– Shaman Romney 2016
Shame on The Universe 