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I have no faith in faith,
No belief in unfounded belief.
Such things can make us feel safe,
Provide us a sense of relief.
But it doesn’t make them right
To anyone but you.
Even if it helps you sleep at night,
It doesn’t mean it’s true.
I try to find comfort
In the chaos of uncertainty.
Instead of trying to comport
With a lie; a false reality.
We can’t know all there is to know,
There’s beauty in vast knowledge uncapped.
I get to enjoy a part of the show.
Missing the end doesn’t make me feel trapped.
So keep your gods and your proselytizing
For they offer me no recompense.
I’ll keep my hypotheses and theorizing
And base my beliefs on evidence.
-Shaman Romney 2015
Hello to all who read this post
And regular readers of this site.
I value the views, but I’ve been a bad host;
My posts have been sparse and light.
I’d love to say I’d assuage the fear
That this blog is all but done.
But now is the dreaded time of year.
Where my work becomes no fun.
So while I try to keep my mind on track
With too much work for only one man
This blog will suffer a bit of a lack.
I will try to post when i can.
But worry not I’ve got some things
And plans i want to do
So enjoy all that this season brings
See you later (not goodbye), and thank you.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Blind hitchhiker,
Used to be a biker
Until a cloud of flies
Flew into his eyes.
At least that’s i was told,
By the sign he had to hold.
I wonder if he’s there today,
Still facing the wrong way.
– Shaman Romney 2015
I tried to embrace the future,
But I couldn’t find a good way to do it.
Because not matter how hard I tried to reach it,
It was always a day away.
-Shaman Romney 2015
I pluck the musical notes out of the air
And hold them in front of me.
Well that was stupid
Wasn’t it?
The music sounded much better in my head.
Than sitting in a pile of notes on my bed.
Right next to a bag of Cheetos.
– Shaman Romney 2015
I have all of these ideas.
They’re sitting in a notebook,
Waiting to be shared.
Which wouldn’t be a problem,
Except I –
– Shaman Romney 2015
I feel like I find myself
Staring up at giants,
Finding myself glad
They decided to wear pants.
– Shaman Romney 2015
I am the architect
Of my own destruction.
Because,
When you boil it down,
All that is left is this reduction
Of bad decisions,
Squandered opportunities
And misplaced bets.
Of victories never tasted,
A lifetime of regrets.
Above it all is me,
Holding the spoon,
Stirring the pot.
This recipe tastes horrible,
But its the only one I’ve got.
So I keep trying to make it better
Mixing in more spices.
Alcohol, Cigarettes,
Self harm, and other vices.
No matter what I try,
This awful taste
Just tastes the same.
This bitter acrid varnish
That is the flavor of my shame.
Maybe I should quit,
Throw the whole mess out.
Get rid of all these things
That seem to fill my heart with doubt.
But no I think I like it,
This strange acquired taste.
Throwing all this out would be
Such a waste.
Sure, it tastes awful,
But at least its uniquely mine.
And at the end of the day
That makes it fine.
-Shaman Romney 2015
Unaltered, pure brain vomit hits the page.
Splatters all over the shades of white and blue.
Chunks of ideas mingled with passing turns of phrase
Now I’m feeling like a janitor forced to clean up the mess.
But I’m out of sawdust, so i can’t get it all.
Whatever is left on the page I decide to call poetry.
This upchuck of ideas from the pit of my mind.
– Shaman Romney 2015
I want to destroy myself.
Take a sledge hammer to my foundation,
And bulldoze what remains.
I do it for a clean workspace,
An empty canvas,
A fresh start.
Maybe this time,
If I can manage it.
I’ll build something I’m actually proud of.
If not,
I’ll just destroy myself,
And start again.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Shame on The Universe 