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“I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory”
That line resonates with me.
Does is symbolize my life’s futility?
Or does the specter of death drive a person to their destiny?
I’ll never make history
I won’t be on money, the worlds already forgotten me
Even though I show a certain proclivity
All I see is dust on my skills, my talents, on me.
Do I resign to be abandoned, alone?
Give up on life, be shut in at home?
Neglect the skills I’ve taken years to hone
Until I wither to dust and bone?
No! I’ve decided I’m going to take my shot.
Insecurities, fears; yeah I have a lot.
But even if I miss, and get forgotten
It better than letting it all turn rotten
I don’t want to quit, I want to keep trying
and get busy living, but there’s no denying
that I think way too much about dying
But I think that hides my underlying
Will to survive
My will to thrive
My fitful drive
to stay alive.
– Shaman Romney 2016
P.S: Listening to too much Hamilton? No such thing. 🙂
Let’s cut through the platitudes
The sweet talk, the attitudes
All the false talk and lies that don’t matter to you
Don’t ignore the darker skies
Look in front of your eyes
I think it’s time you realize
No one is ever going to change, unless they want to
And the more that you try, the more he’ll walk upon you
With all the things you’ve already been through
You don’t deserve it
I think its time he heard it
I think it’s time for you to take a stand
You’re not a stepping stone
You should be walking hand in hand
I know its hard
I see the love in your heart
But you got to start
To stop his abuse
I know you want to try, its no use
I know that you want to refuse
The truth
But I don’t think he will ever get better
– 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
At the beginning of this trick,
A single card I had you pick.
Now wouldn’t it be cool, wouldn’t it be great?
If I could now eliminate
The other cards that aren’t yours?
After doing that, we’re left with fours.
Only three cards left go,
So I’ll reveal that I now know,
The card in question has a tip
So clubs is out and we’ll also slip
Out spades because the card is red.
Now, (beat) let it be said,
I’m no Shakespeare, no great bard
But a magician. Sir, is that your card?
-Shaman Romney 2016
The scientist in me
Is fascinating.
What thought does he see
In his contemplating?
What makes him work?
What makes him think?
Why is he a jerk,
Leaving tools in the sink?
There is a lot
I’d like to ask my guest.
The first that I’ve got
Is a simple request.
Mr. Scientist, might I suggest
You sit back in your chair?
Please pull your arm out of my chest;
It’s quite ticklish in there.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Early morning rainy day
Washes the night away
Making the world how it was before.
But it won’t wash these memories
Thoughts of love, of you and me
It only cleans the tears up off the floor.
-Shaman Romney 2016
As a child
I lived in a world of my own.
Full of joy and imagined fantasy.
Weaving deep stories
In my own mental landscape
A hero’s journeys,
A world of possibility.
Now as a man
I live in a world of my own.
But the fantasies and joys have twisted.
Weaving dark stories
In my warped mind
A victim’s journey at an end,
Without the possibility
Of a happy ending.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Drifting away through time and space,
It gets harder and harder to picture your face.
The fond memories grow more unclear;
I wish every day that you could just be here.
I miss you so much it hurts to think.
The feelings are weights, causing me to sink.
Desperately, I grasp for you.
But the image is fuzzy, and my fingers fall through.
I really should call you. At least send a text.
But I have no idea of what to do next.
I don’t want to drag you in this pit with me.
In my pool of pathetic misery.
So I’ll struggle alone and hope that I’ll win;
Try to un-stick this fly trap I find my self in.
When I stop being a loser, when I am someone great,
I’m hoping by then, it wont be too late.
-Shaman Romney 2016
Anger is intoxicating, a pleasant addiction
An easy way distract from affliction.
Letting your heart boil over with rage,
Is any easy way to escape your cage.
It gives you a goal, a way to move forward
An enemy, a source of enmity to move toward.
It gives you a focus when life is unfair,
Although it feels good you must beware
Like all bad vices, the pleasure is fleeting,
And further pursuit will prove self defeating.
Anger is a short term solution to a long time problem,
Emergence of bad ideas, acting upon them.
Of all emotions there isn’t one stronger.
But love is more productive, and it lasts much longer.
It takes more work, its difficult,
When your life is full of pain and tumult.
But persevere and keep love in your heart.
Bit by bit, you notice it start
To bring you into a better place.
It is a much better addiction to chase.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Shame on The Universe 