My life is
Spaced within a metal frame
Uniquely my ownThrough panels of glass
My world is
Full of love, of lossBut yours is
Something unique to only you
Shaped by experienceI wish we could see
The real world
It’s not meant to be
– Shaman Romney 2016
Silver thoughts serpentine
Through my mind like plasticine.
Trying to mold this fever dream
Into something I think I’ve seenI can’t seem to make it real.
This dream existence that I feel.
Between my hands, solid as a beam.
This idea that is as true as steel.They whirl around, instead, like air.
Fool me with pretending they were there.
But it’s only a trick to seem
Like something that should make me care.Like they are something worthwhile.
Something that would be worth the trial
To work upon; to make it them gleam.
To finally look upon and smile.But, alas, the thoughts keep prancing.
Never stopping, never chancing
To ever be more than a dream.
So they remain, forever dancing.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Summer Snow
A thunder clap in the distance,
Rain falls in a heavy sheet.
People panic as they scatter
From the rain and summer snow.Safe, enclosed within my home
from the sounds of nature’s roar
Hear her song, this pitter-patter
the sound of rain and summer snowNature, such a fickle mistress
The very sky moves at her whim
You and I, we do not matter
to the rain and summer snow.
-Shaman Romney 2014
Shame on The Universe 