We won’t know when world war three will hit
Until we are knee deep in shit,
Dragging ourselves through it
We don’t know how it will start
But we all will play a part
Whether its through politics or Walmart
And I’m afraid my own sanity
Afraid for friends and family
Afraid for what this world will be
But I’ll try to believe in my fellow man
Try to do the best I can
And hope someone has a better plan.
– Shaman Romney 2017
I’m done with the world
I’m done with battle lines
I’m done with black and white
I’m done with death and destruction
I’m done with wrongs unpunished
I’m done with good gone wrong
I’m done with good intention roads
I’m done with well intentioned fools
I want to be done caring
But I can’t help it
– Shaman Romney 2017
The easterly weather today
Is perfect for rabbits to play
And lay their eggs in the ground;
The science on that isn’t sound.
But they will keep bouncing along
To the distant sound of church song
Because rabbits are unawares
Of people and their church prayers
-Shaman Romney 2017
False pronouncements
Weak denouncements
Trying to choose whose pureEgos and image
Political scrimmage
Masking you’re insecureRunning from meekness
Screaming at weakness
Hiding inside your skinInstead of this lying
How about trying
To be more genuine?
– Shaman Romney 2017
When talking of success
Some think it is just luck
Others, claim it’s hard workTo create chance takes work
Chances to find success
Heros make their own luckStarting off well is luck
As you gain from the work
Of your parent’s successIn the end, success comes from both good luck and hard work
– Shaman Romney 2017
I’m heating up the isolation
I brought with me to work
To go along with the loneliness
I brought as a snack
I’ll wash it down with some self pity and introversion
Maybe have a little human contact
If I want to splurge a little
But probably not today
– Shaman Romney 2017
Some mustacio’d pistachio thief
Stole into my living space
And much to my disbelief
My nuts have vanished without a traceI wanted to find him, to give chase
But I didn’t know where to start
My mind a bullet, my thoughts race
In my chest is a broken heartFor I cannot bear to be apart
From my favorite shelled green seed
For I love to have them a-la-carte
My desire goes past want to needI guess I will have to concede
That my stash is gone forever more
Since I do not have any lead
I’ll suck it up, and go to the store.
– Shaman Romney 2017
Your innate talents
Are like a pool inside of you
Building up pressure
The longer you wait
To let it rush out
And shower down
In golden radiance
And leave your mark
On the world.
– Shaman Romney 2017
I’ve got too many cavities
That need to be filled
So I seek a professional
Who will give them a drill
He’ll help make me numb
So I don’t feel a thing
And he’ll give me the gas
So my thoughts can take wing
And I’ll laugh as he works
As he drills the holes wide
As my mind disappears
He puts metal inside
When he is finished
And I’m no longer numb
I may feel less empty
But I’ll never be done
– Shaman Romney 2017
I have parasocial friends
Parasocial loves
Parasocial enemies
Parasocial colleagues
A panoply of parasocial people
But no actual social life.
– Shaman Romney 2017
Shame on The Universe 