Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Sounds crashing,
Glass smashing,
Scattered on the floor.
I couldn’t miss,
the perfect fist,
you left upon the door.
I couldn’t stand
as you brought that hand
Hard across my face.
I tried to speak,
I couldn’t think.
I had to make some space.
The door was shut,
I had enough.
And then you start to worry.
Insults flying,
sounds of crying
“I’m so sorry,”
“I’m so sorry.”
You’re sorry,
until you do it all again.
You’re sorry,
until I get in your way.
You’re sorry,
until you don’t want to be.
You’re sorry,
Just to make me stay.
Each of us is a galaxy contained
The world of the cosmos contained in our brain
The ability to look up and ponder the stars
Could only exist because of what we are
Supercomputers contained in a small space
Are the defining feature of our human race
Our memories and thoughts are the stars of our minds
A reflection of the complexity in our night sky.
A sky full of wonder, our imagination stirs
We become starlight adventuruers.
And so we search, both in and out of our brains
To find out what our galaxy contains.
Shaman Romney 2014
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Build your temple on little white lies
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Build it gold, it shimmers and shines.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Build it up so nice and tall.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Build it strong so it wont fall.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Someone questioning the base.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
They see the guilt upon your face.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
They unravel at your feet.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Time to run, admit defeat.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Now the temple turns to dust.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Once was love, now shattered trust.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Truth seems so easy to bend.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
When it breaks you meet your end.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Now you’re left cold and alone.
Lies, Lies, Little white lies
Don’t blame us, the fault is your own.
Shaman Romney 2014
The artist pours his heart
Into the canvas again.
Each line, a memory,
Each color, emotion.
The left corner, his true love
The center, the loss of a friend
Every section, a moment of his life
Laid out bare for all to see.
He steps back, admires his work
This one, truly, is his masterpiece.
He turns to show someone
And no one is there.
The canvas lies in storage
Next to it brethren,
abandoned, alone.
The artist nowhere to be seen.
“There is no point to it.”
says the artist,
“Because what good is art
Without the audience?”
Shaman Romney 2014
A life of quiet loneliness.
People, just background noise.
A stranger in a room of friends.
A silent, pittiful scream
Of a man no one hears.
Wear the mask, play the game,
make sure they always see.
The smiling man, the jester,
the thing you ought to be.
Don’t show your pain,
or your hurt, or your agony.
Your loved ones want a happy man,
that’s what you ought to be.
Don’t ever drop the visage,
don’t show the deeper being.
Pretend to be a happy man,
the thing you’ll never be.
The mask will never come off
The world will never see.
This image of the happy man
Will never be me.
Shaman Romney 2014
I’m a man who is empty.
I have had everything
Pulled out of me.
Some of it,
My Heart,
I gave willingly.
Most of it,
My Blood,
My Tears,
My Soul,
Were taken forcefully.
Now I stand here
Devoid of love,
of life,
of hope.
Now I have nothing.
I am a man who is empty.
Shaman Romney 2014
Yeah, I’ve been down before
Body sprawled out on the floor
Crying, screaming, and begging for more.
Yeah I’ve been down before.
Yeah, I have lost it all
Bloodied my fists upon the wall
Climbed to the top only to fall
Yeah I have lost it all.
Yeah, I have been alone
No one in the world to call my own.
Wandered the streets without a home.
Yeah I have been alone.
Yeah, I have given up.
Found my best not good enough.
Found that I was out of luck.
Yeah I have given up.
Yeah, I have been to Hell
Done things I will never tell.
Know that burning, sulfur smell.
Yeah I have been to Hell.
Yeah, I’d do it all again.
Although it didn’t work in the end.
I’d do it all for you, my friend.
Yeah, I’d do it all again.
Shaman Romney 2014
I’m tired of trying
to win life’s game.
The out come always
feels the same.
I get knocked down Twenty
I get up Twenty One
Will the next time I’m knocked down
be when I’m done?
I’ll just keep on fighting
There is no other way
Here’s to hoping
I get it right someday.
Shaman Romney 2014
The Gallery
Each person we see,
Walking down the street
In line at the store
In every car we pass by.
Is a tapestry of memories.
Tragedy beyond understanding
Triumph beyond reason
Life beyond measure.
We are in a gallery
Full of artists
of wonderful music
and so much more.
When surrounded by such beauty,
Do you look to your favorites?
Or see something new?
What do you choose?
Shaman Romney 2014
Shame on The Universe 