Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
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 me
Sometimes 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 face
I’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 me
I need to go fast
I need to go quickly
I need to go forward
Without doubt or hesitation
I need to go fast
I need to go fast
I need to go fast
I need to go hungry
I need to go starve
Until I’m weak and slow
I need to go fast
I need to go zero to sixty
I need to go breakneck
Until I’m out of gas
I need to go fast
I need to go fast
– Shaman Romney 2016
We start fresh
Pristine, new, a clean slate
A life unmarred
Arrows puncture us
Filling us full of holes
We cannot fill
But through friends
We can plug the holes
And find peace.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Day in, day out
You bash your head against the wall
Heart filled with doubt
“Is it worth trying at all?”
(But still)
Day in, day out
You bash your head until it breaks
Heart filled with doubt
The panic in your mind awakes
(Yet still)
Day in, day out
You bash your head until you bleed
Heart filled with doubt
No rescue in your time of need
(No will)
Day in, day out
You bash your head, about to die
Heart filled with doubt
You no longer want to try
(Until)
Day in, day out
You raise your head up to the light
Heart still with doubt
“Did I really win this fight?”
(You will)
Day in, day out
You raise your head up, full of pride
Heart freed from doubt
You made it through.
You survived.
– Shaman Romney 2016
We need to find some compromise
We need to find some common ground
We need to stop the mud and the lies
We need to stop the fury and sound
We should come together, hand in hand
We should come together, with enemy and friend
We should work together, to take a stand
We should work together to make it to the end
Instead, we draw battle lines for the fight
Instead, we put the loaded gun to our head
Instead, we are to stubborn to do what’s right
Instead, we choose to end up dead.
I want a world that faces its problems with love.
I want us to cut out the vitriol, and rise above.
– Shaman Romney 2016
I see the good in people and I feel like an optimist.
But I hear about the evil in the world, and it makes me a pessimist.
I don’t want to seem like a downer, so I say I’m a realist.
But is it a lie to tell people I am a realist
If, once upon a time, I felt like an optimist
But the world beat me down into the shape of a pessimist?
Or, am I actually a fake pessimist?
Lying to myself about being a realist,
When I am secretly an optimist?
I think, as a realist, I am just an optimist who wants to be a pessimist really badly.
– Shaman Romney 2016
My life is
Spaced within a metal frame
Uniquely my own
Through panels of glass
My world is
Full of love, of loss
But yours is
Something unique to only you
Shaped by experience
I wish we could see
The real world
It’s not meant to be
– Shaman Romney 2016
I started by throwing it on the floor.
It made a cool sound, but not anymore.
So I slapped my hands down on the gooey pile.
Shards of glass aside, it wasn’t my style.
I grabbed another bottle; blew over the top.
I made a quick song but I just didn’t “pop”.
So I picked up some drumsticks and tapped out a beat.
It made a nice sound, but it wasn’t complete.
So I grabbed my guitar, and used the bottle as a slide.
But I couldn’t hear much because of what was inside.
I’ve been trying to understand, but I just give up.
I just don’t understand why people play ketchup.
-Shaman Romney 2016
I know that you’ve been trying to make it,
And that it can be hard to see.
But I’m impressed, no need to fake it.
You are amazing to me.
Not for reasons that don’t matter
But for the things you say and do.
You’ve changed from the on who help the ladder
To the one I look up to.
You’ve become someone so impressive.
And everything I’ve said is true.
I would give all I can give
To one day be as amazing as you.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Shame on The Universe 