Depression can suck
Medication can help
Don’t test your luck
Grab the pills off the shelfToss them back
Give them a swallow
And start to track
The good things that followYou’ll find balance
Life will be sweeter
So just take a chance
It wont make you a cheaterGo get some help
It will get better
Take care of your self
Write your self a love letter.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Virtual reality
Will soon be reality
For virtually everyone.
The world we see
Will be the world in front of our eyes
But not the world in front of our eyes.
Our technological peripherals will block out the periphery,
We will only see what we want to see,
and not what we really want.To be truly connected,
We need disconnect.
To truly see,
We need to stop looking at what is in front of us,
and look at what has been in front of us the whole time.
-Shaman Romney 2016
(Going to catch up until I’m with the rest of the group.)
Late Start!
Late Start!
This NaPoWriMo I’ve got a late start!
This month I had a brain fart,
And so I have a late start.Poetry?
Poetry!
I’ll need to write some poetry!
Some poetry for you and me,
Mostly about my misery;
I’ll try to add some levity.
But now I’ll practice brevity
And go write some poetry.
– Shaman Romney 2016
I’m filled with anger, hate, jealousy
Boiling up from the deepest places inside of me.Foolishly, I will try to hide it.
In vain, I will try to take that thought and deride itI’ll try, but it will take me under
And drown me in a roar of cacophonous thunder.In its wake, it leaves me a shell
Trapped here to suffer, here in my own personal hell.Filled up with greed, and pride, and envy
All because others have the joy I wanted for me.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Why try
When you can’t win?
Why try?
Why not give in?
Why try
When you’ll only fall?
Why try
When nothing you do matters at all?I’m tired of doing the best I can
Just to end up as trash in someone’s plan.
Now I sit here and ask myself why
When things go so wrong, why even try?Why care
When no one else does?
Why care
When you have no cause?
Why care?
Why even try?
Why care
When in the end we’ll all just die?I’m tired of being the better man,
Always trying to lend a hand
Now I sit here and ask myself why
When things go so wrong, why even try?Why fight
Against the tide?
Why fight?
To save your foolish pride?
Why fight
Against no enemy?
Why fight
When it’s only going to bring defeat?I’m tired of trying to stand up tall
Only to be broken by the bigger fall.
Now I sit here and ask myself why
When things go so wrong, why even try?
-Shaman Romney 2016
At the beginning of this trick,
A single card I had you pick.
Now wouldn’t it be cool, wouldn’t it be great?
If I could now eliminate
The other cards that aren’t yours?
After doing that, we’re left with fours.
Only three cards left go,
So I’ll reveal that I now know,
The card in question has a tip
So clubs is out and we’ll also slip
Out spades because the card is red.
Now, (beat) let it be said,
I’m no Shakespeare, no great bard
But a magician. Sir, is that your card?
-Shaman Romney 2016
The scientist in me
Is fascinating.
What thought does he see
In his contemplating?What makes him work?
What makes him think?
Why is he a jerk,
Leaving tools in the sink?There is a lot
I’d like to ask my guest.
The first that I’ve got
Is a simple request.Mr. Scientist, might I suggest
You sit back in your chair?
Please pull your arm out of my chest;
It’s quite ticklish in there.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Early morning rainy day
Washes the night away
Making the world how it was before.But it won’t wash these memories
Thoughts of love, of you and me
It only cleans the tears up off the floor.
-Shaman Romney 2016
As a child
I lived in a world of my own.
Full of joy and imagined fantasy.
Weaving deep stories
In my own mental landscape
A hero’s journeys,
A world of possibility.Now as a man
I live in a world of my own.
But the fantasies and joys have twisted.
Weaving dark stories
In my warped mind
A victim’s journey at an end,
Without the possibility
Of a happy ending.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Drifting away through time and space,
It gets harder and harder to picture your face.
The fond memories grow more unclear;
I wish every day that you could just be here.I miss you so much it hurts to think.
The feelings are weights, causing me to sink.
Desperately, I grasp for you.
But the image is fuzzy, and my fingers fall through.I really should call you. At least send a text.
But I have no idea of what to do next.
I don’t want to drag you in this pit with me.
In my pool of pathetic misery.So I’ll struggle alone and hope that I’ll win;
Try to un-stick this fly trap I find my self in.
When I stop being a loser, when I am someone great,
I’m hoping by then, it wont be too late.
-Shaman Romney 2016
Shame on The Universe 