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Here it is, another valentine’s day
I have to ask, is this really the way
To show someone you really care?
With chocolates, roses, a teddy bear?
Or is this a day of corporate greed?
A moment for us to carelessly feed
The inside of an executive’s pocket.
Another check-mark on the businessman’s docket.
Is it just an excuse for someone to get laid?
Presenting a trinket that was overly paid
So that they can curry their lover’s favor,
And give this holiday its sultry flavor.
Or is it really about those that we love most?
A reminder that its a mistake to coast
Through relationships without giving it your best
That good love will always be a test.
I don’t think this question is easily answered.
The lines between meanings will always be blurred.
So with that in mind, I’d like to say
Everyone have a happy valentine’s day!
I shall be spending it alone,
For have no one to call my own.
I can’t say its not for lack of trying,
So I will spend it eating ice cream and crying.
Shaman Romney 2015
Work has overloaded my brain.
My emotions and thoughts drip down the drain,
Which I cannot hope to ever regain
Until from work, I do abstain.
But work moves forward like a train,
And so, I hop on once again.
Wishing this time I will remain
Happy, healthy, and (mostly) sane.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Through the frosted window pane of my eyesight,
I look at the frozen, wintery colors.
Blurred shapes blend past,
Move too fast,
Indistiguishable and Ill defined.
An icy wasteland of interchangeable dreams,
Hopes,
And defeats.
Contained within the frozen wintery colors
Of my frosted, window pane eyesight.
– Shaman Romney 2014
Our time is fleeting
With moments worth repeating
Fond memories earned.
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Remember when I said that I might be busy because of my new job?
This quarter is the busiest time of the year, and although its overwhelming, I’m staying on top of things and doing well.However that doesn’t leave me with a lot of energy to sit down and write.
I have lots of stuff written down. Halfway decent stuff even.
But I’m having a bit of a problem with the whole typing it up and posting it thing.
So posts may be a little far apart. I’m going to keep trying, but worst case scenario you may only hear from me once a month or so.
Thanks for reading.
-Shaman
Today, I no longer care
To bother with the world out there,
I’d rather just live unaware.
I’m an apathetic man.
Today, I don’t care about you,
Or any of the things you do,
Any thing you have been through,
I’m an unempathetic man.
I don’t care about your pain
Dealing with it is such a drain
So in your life, I will abstain
I’m an unsympathetic man
I don’t care about anything
Only to my thoughts will I cling
Best for you to just take wing
And leave this pathetic man.
– Shaman Romney 2014
|Some write a poem by making rhymes,
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|Some
|just hit
|the enter button
|four
|times.
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|Some write in i-ambic pen-tame-ter.
|Some write simpler, shorter, and neater.
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| Some
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| way
| that
| avoids
| straight
| lines.
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|While \
|Some write \
|Their poetry \
|In differently \
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|Some write words from the depths of their hearts.
|Some write, between childish giggles, of farts.
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|♪ Some write their poems in the measures of a song. ♫
|While some write a poem that goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on… for |far too long.
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|We all may write different ways, but one thing is true.
|We all write poetry; it’s what we love to do.
-Shaman Romney 2014
Drained, tired, exhausted,
My piece of mind accosted.
Shattered by the days events and more.
Weak, spent, and weary,
I find my outlook dreary
As piles of life grow too tall to ignore.
Humiliated and humbled,
Nervously I stumbled
Not knowing what next I had in store.
Now I stand and wait,
Trying desperately to abate
My heart from writing this stoccato score.
But then, a sudden conclusion
Comes much to my confusion.
My problems stay behind my bedroom door.
I’ll finally get some rest
Against the world’s behest.
A peaceful sleep is what I’m hoping for.
Maybe tomorrow will more kind.
Maybe i’ll be in less of a bind.
I wont know until I wake, that’s for sure.
Shaman Romney 2014
When an old beginning ends,
A new beginning life portends.
With new experiences and brand new friends.
New colors match your personal blends.
When the new beginnings start,
The old ones do not fly apart.
They stay as beautiful pieces of art;
Locked away safely with your heart.
So when a beginning begins anew.
Remember all the things that you’ve been through.
Think of all the things that you’ll go on to do.
Of all life’s demons that you slew.
Hold those thoughts with you and smile.
You just made it through life’s trial.
The next one starts in a short while.
So when you live, live life in style.
-Shaman Romney 2014
Here to go, there to stay.
My best friend had to leave today.
Back to his life of thrills and glory
And my life here, the same old story.
Here to go, there to stay
I wish there was another way
To have you stay a day or two
So we can do the things we do.
Here to go there to stay
I know there is no other way
You have life to live that’s yours,
Of shining streets and open doors.
Here to go there to stay
There’s just one thing I want to say.
Live your life, pursue your dreams,
Walk upon life’s balance beams.
Search for love and always laugh,
So when they write your epitaph
They’ll know that this one thing is true:
You lived the life you wanted to.
-Shaman Romney 2014
Work is kicking my butt, so here is a poem I started working on in September that has been sitting in my drafts, gathering dust. Thanks for reading!
I didn’t ask to be the hero,
I didn’t ask to be knight.
To lose my life in battle
For what others think is “right.”
To forfeit my life for them,
To fall upon the sword,
They think the opportunity
Is its own reward.
Doesn’t anyone give a damn
About how I think or feel?
Am I just a tool to you?
A Currency in your deals?
Did you know that I’m a person
With feelings and goals?
Maybe I’ve grown tired
Of being raked across your coals?
Will you even stop to listen
To what I have to say?
Of course you never will,
Empathy gets in the way.
So I am without options,
I no longer have a voice.
My arrows all point to lose,
I’m left without a choice.
One day I’ll break the cycle,
One day I’ll win this fight
Until then, I’ll play the martyr;
I will be the knight.
-Shaman Romney 2014
Shame on The Universe 