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Work me when I wake up
Work me every day
Work me til there is no other way
Work me til I’m anxious
Work me past too tired
Work me past the date that I’m expired
Work me when you want to
Work me when you can
Work me to the shell of a bitter man
Work me til I’m hopeless
Work me when I’m broken
Work me with false promises you’ve spoken
Work me past the bleeding,
Work me to the core
Work me til I’m not human anymore
Work me past exhaustion
Work me to the bone
Work me past the yearning to go home
Work me in my nightmares
Work me past my dreams
Work me til I’m ripping at the seams.
Work me til I’m screaming
Work me as l cry
Work me past the point of asking why
Work me when I’m tired
Work me when I’m done
Work me til you lose another one.
Work me where I’m standing
Work me in my bed
Work me til I’m on the ground, dead.
Work me past my mourning
Work me past my legacy
Work me til there’s nothing left of me.
– Shaman Romney 2016
I’m losing faith I never had
In a love left unreturned.
Unrequited love has left me burned.
Decimated,
This desiccated husk of a man lay
immolated.
As this love burns me more.
Burns me to the core.
Hope is gone,
Life; shattered.
I lost the only thing that mattered.
In my fucked-up, first-world problematic life.
I’m standing on the edge of a knife.
Waiting for the blow to end it all.
The final push that lets me fall
And reach the end,
the sweet release,
From all the pain I give to me.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Caffeine
In my brain
Caffeine
Against the grain
Caffeine
Go insane
Caffeine
Caffeine
Caffeine
Moving fast
Caffeine
Blazing past
Caffeine
Iconoclast
Caffeine
Caffeine
Caffeine
Vessel pop
Caffeine
Pressure drop
Caffeine
Should I stop?
Caffeine
Caffeine
Caffeine
Levels low
Caffeine
Going slow
Caffeine
Time to go
Caffeine
Caffeine
– Shaman Romney 2016
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 it
You have seen
Reflections in mirrors and water
Photos and videos
But you haven’t
Seen it like we do
Like I have
And 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 Jackson
I 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 lock
Working 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 right
But 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
Shame on The Universe 