I know my time is short;
I’m a ticking clock.
An author writing a book
Trying not tear it up.
It may not be today
But the time’s not far away
One day I’ll throw it all awayAnd so I write to fight myself
Toil and create to spite myself
There needs to be something left of me
Something of mine they get to see
My legacy , my memory
The history of this insanity
This essence that’s uniquely me.
– Shaman Romney 2016
“I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory”
That line resonates with me.
Does is symbolize my life’s futility?
Or does the specter of death drive a person to their destiny?I’ll never make history
I won’t be on money, the worlds already forgotten me
Even though I show a certain proclivity
All I see is dust on my skills, my talents, on me.Do I resign to be abandoned, alone?
Give up on life, be shut in at home?
Neglect the skills I’ve taken years to hone
Until I wither to dust and bone?No! I’ve decided I’m going to take my shot.
Insecurities, fears; yeah I have a lot.
But even if I miss, and get forgotten
It better than letting it all turn rottenI don’t want to quit, I want to keep trying
and get busy living, but there’s no denying
that I think way too much about dying
But I think that hides my underlyingWill to survive
My will to thrive
My fitful drive
to stay alive.
– Shaman Romney 2016
P.S: Listening to too much Hamilton? No such thing. 🙂
Let’s cut through the platitudes
The sweet talk, the attitudes
All the false talk and lies that don’t matter to youDon’t ignore the darker skies
Look in front of your eyes
I think it’s time you realizeNo one is ever going to change, unless they want to
And the more that you try, the more he’ll walk upon you
With all the things you’ve already been throughYou don’t deserve it
I think its time he heard itI think it’s time for you to take a stand
You’re not a stepping stone
You should be walking hand in handI know its hard
I see the love in your heart
But you got to startTo stop his abuse
I know you want to try, its no use
I know that you want to refuseThe truth
But I don’t think he will ever get better
– Shaman Romney 2016
So now we come to the end
My friend
Of the poetry I penned
This month was a great dividend
Of my poetic legend
(Or so I pretend)This time that I spend
Trying to comprehend
My poetic bend
Was a way to transcend
Or at least extend
This final bookend
Of a poem.
– Shaman Romney 2016
I’ve been served up with these platitudes
False visages of alternate possibilities
The cause of my stupid attitudes
Of me exercising my futilitiesThe lies were served up steaming
The pile of bull shit standing tall
But I believed you, smile beaming
And ate it up, flies and all.I am the blind ignoramus
Who can’t see what is in front of my eyes
The hellish road of good intentions before us
Is paved with all your pretty white lies.
– Shaman Romney 2016
The ground was cold, wet with blood
The impact, hard and sudden
The wind rushed passed his eyes
The glass twinkled in the sunlightThe window gave way with a final jerk
He continued to hit it with desperation
His hands were slick with his blood
The glass shattered and wounded him.He punched at it furiously, hurriedly
He dashed for the room, for the light
Running in his abject terror
He spotted safety in the other roomDesperately, he searched in darkness
He had to get away from that thing
He heard the claws scrapping the floor
The monster began its gibberingThe undulating mass stared at him with hunger
His eyes adjusted to the darkness
He heard the other-worldly voice garble
“Run, and you will die tired.”
-Shaman Romney 2016
I am running on empty
Thoughts have fled
And I have nothing leftBut, hard as it is
I must write
For it is my lifebloodI’ll fill up my pot
Of virtual ink
And write on once more
– Shaman Romney 2016
You missed paying your rent
Stand Tall!
Your paycheck’s all been spent
Stand Tall!
You bills will never dent
Stand Tall!
You still live with the ‘rents
Stand Tall!You do not want to work
Stand Tall!
Your friends think your a jerk
Stand Tall!
You have a sneering smirk
Stand Tall!
You’re lazy; it’s a quirk
Stand Tall!This opinion you exalt;
Stand Tall!
“It someone else’s fault!”
Stand Tall!
Your moneys in their vault
Stand Tall!
Your wounds are full of salt
Stand Tall!It can’t be that you suck
Stand Tall!
You’re just down on your luck
Stand Tall!
You’re not a stupid schmuck
Stand Tall!
You’re just a little stuck
Stand TallNo, you’re not the dick
Stand Tall!
Its them; he is the prick
Stand Tall!
With his opinion politic.
Stand Tall!
So time to throw the brick
Stand Tall!
-Shaman Romney 2016
I’m changing
From obtuse to acute
From oblong to compound
From portly to pugilistShedding pounds from
my body,
my mind,
my life,
I stand on the scale.I am less of a man
Than I was at the start;
I’m much better for it.
– Shaman Romney 2016
A force pulling things together
Difficult to separate
Is it magnetism or love?
– Shaman Romney 2016
Shame on The Universe 