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
Depression can suck
Medication can help
Don’t test your luck
Grab the pills off the shelf
Toss them back
Give them a swallow
And start to track
The good things that follow
You’ll find balance
Life will be sweeter
So just take a chance
It wont make you a cheater
Go 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 it
I’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
Shame on The Universe 