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Between passivity and anger,
Between love and disdain
There is always a third path to take
To this truth, I am not a stranger
For again and again
Not choosing it is my great mistake
This path may be filled with much danger
Finding it is a pain
But it’s worth it when life is at stake
Act assertively without anger
Don’t give way to disdain
There is always a third path to take.
– Shaman Romney 2018
Inside, I feel I must be a strong man
I need to be the kind of man I know
When others flee, to be the one that ran
Towards where even the brave dare not go
Not just strength of muscle, nor strength of arms
But strength of iron willed soul, and of mind
Strength to withstand all the world’s ills and harms
That fabled inner strength, so hard to find
Strength to persevere under immense weight
To see triumph when all seems to be lost
To see past good enough, and stride towards great
To keep the flame lit, no matter the cost
I know I’ll struggle, I know I may fail
Even if I do, imagine the tale?
– Shaman Romney 2018
We spend our whole lives searching high and low.
We struggle past obstacles near and far.
We fight every day so that we can know,
That we have found love here, right where we are.
Thousands have said it in a million ways:
With poems, with music, with works of art.
Expressing true love for all of our days,
Giving a voice to our quivering heart.
Your actions today are your confession
Of all of your feelings you couldn’t hide.
You transcend words with this, your expression:
The act of you standing here, side by side
I know I speak for us all as I say,
“May you be forever blessed on this day.”
– Shaman Romney 2018
When I try to ponder philosophy
I ask myself, “why does this all matter?”
Is it important to understand me
If I’d rather live mad as a hatter?
Do we need to grasp all the universe
In order to till and plant the soil?
Should we now carry this forever curse;
Spend all of our thoughts in this turmoil?
Existence exists, and A equals A.
Or, I’m nothing but a brain in a jar.
A thousand schools of thought all just to say
We think we think, and think we know we are.
These questions are things I feel I must ask,
Although my life’s work won’t fill up the task.
– Shaman Romney 2018
Don’t eat too much
Eat more veggies and such
Burn more than you eat
My advice is complete
– Shaman Romney 2017
Sad eggs
Bad eggs
Couldn’t have been glad eggs?
Or maybe even rad eggs?
Best I’ve ever had eggs?
No, instead they are cad eggs
Just a passing fad eggs
Trying to make me mad eggs
Bad eggs
Sad eggs
– Shaman Romney 2017
Sometimes when I am alone
I find myself in the zone.
I keep on writing ’til I
Wear my fingers down to the bone.
I write ’til dinner is past;
My thoughts are flying so fast.
I keep on fighting ’cause
I don’t know how much longer I’ll last.
My ending is on my mind.
I’m scared, but also I find
I keep on writing ’cause
I need to make my life more defined.
I don’t want to be sorry.
I’m thinking, “Memento mori.”
I keep on fighting ’til
I write the final page of my story.
– Shaman Romney 2017
A quitter only tries,
A fool only denies,
A liar only lies,
And a coward only cries.
But those who never quit
Those who face reality
Those who act with honesty
And stand with pride
Will always rise.
– Shaman Romney 2017
I could never love you.
It’s not because I don’t love you;
It’s just that I can never love you
The way you’d love me to.
– Shaman Romney 2017
I think I’m funny
But I know that I’m not that funny
At the best I’m kind of punny
But mostly I’m punishing the people
Around me who have to hear another attempt
At me trying to tempt them to like me
For more than just the jokes that I say.
I’m keep on praying that my prey
Won’t run away from the mask of a clown
I wear when I try to make new friends.
I can’t show them the lone kid crying in his room.
Performing illusions for the illusions
He made up to make himself feel wanted.
All I’ve wanted was to make others happy.
I want to make others smile.
To make them forget all their problems for a little while.
But its not my style to be entertaining.
So I end up complaining to the echos
Alone in my room.
Alone with my thoughts,
Alone in my tomb.