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Deception (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #1)   Leave a comment

Life is built from deception: from lies unknown; truths unspoken.
"I love you." "I miss my friend." "I'm glad I'm here." I'm so alone."
If we stop, and speak from our heart, wouldn't life be much better?

– SR Romney 2022

Posted 04/01/2022 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2022

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Fooled (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #7)   Leave a comment

Fooled into believing
You’re the one deceiving
The devil in your personal hell

Played you like a fiddle
Trapped you in his riddle
Worst of all is you will never know

So onwards you will scream
Trapped inside of your dream
As a puppet stuck making a show

What is saddest of all
When your death comes to call
You will dance gleefully to your hell

– Shaman Romney 2021

Posted 04/07/2021 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2021

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Free (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #4)   Leave a comment

Another lie lays on its side
And hears the truths that I confide.
Alone, in my protective shell,
Protected by the lies I tell.
Within it’s walls, I can be me
And show the truths I long to be.

Until it’s time to step outside.
Until it’s time, once more, to hide.
I’ll bring my masks and lies to sell
Day after day, and do it well.
Present this stoic face you see
Keep myself under lock and key.

Day in, day out, just like the tide,
I’ll keep my true self deep inside.
But when I sit alone and dwell
And hide from interpersonal hell.
I’ll float in my internal sea;
Among it’s waves, I can be free.

– Shaman Romney 2021

Posted 04/04/2021 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2021

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Pretty White Lies (National Poetry Writing Month #29)   Leave a comment

I’ve been served up with these platitudes
False visages of alternate possibilities
The cause of my stupid attitudes
Of me exercising my futilities

The lies were served up steaming
The pile of bull shit standing tall
But I believed you, smile beaming
And ate it up, flies and all.

I am the blind ignoramus
Who can’t see what is in front of my eyes
The hellish road of good intentions before us
Is paved with all your pretty white lies.

– Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 04/29/2016 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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