Contacts are conformity
Hiding your differences
And imperfections from the world
Showing you what everyone else sees.Glasses makes the truth obvious
That we see the world in frames
And that reality is blurry and sharp
Nearsighted and farsightedWholly unique for each person
– Shaman Romney 2017
Cut up two potatoes on a mandolin
And examine the slices of your life
Throw the potatoes in a medium skillet and simmer
In your memories while you prepare the rest
Chop up a green pepper for money
Red onion for tears
Mushrooms for something different
Season with frustration, annoyance,
Garlic, salt and pepper.
Throw it in a different pan
And haphazardly cook it without a plan.
Throwing in some spinach at the end
Because it always costs more than you think.
Finally, throw the cooked potato past
On the plate as your foundation,
Pour your vegan mess of change on top
Smother it in hot sauce, because life is pain
And enjoy!
– Shaman Romney 2017
I stare into the darkness
Of my coffee
As my thoughts percolate
And drop their bitterness to the glass
I swallow them down
With no cream or sugar coating
And go about my day.
– Shaman Romney 2017
Today I wanted to write a sonnet
So I stood up then sat down in my chair.
But as I placed my butt down upon it,
I found the poem was no longer there.I would not dare to start out without it
Unless I would like my effort wasted
The coward in me thinks I should just quit
But I cannot with the sonnet tastedWhat do I write when my thoughts go astray?
When my ideas are derailed off the track?
Normally I have way too much to say
and struggle to take far too many back.So when in doubt, I will write what I know
A sonnet’s sonnet is the way to go.
– Shaman Romney 2017
Changing your mind should be viewed
As a virtue and not a vice
A free flow of ideas is the price we pay
For the privilege of being challenged.The gift of being told we are flawed,
We are wrong, we are imperfect.
We crave this advice, we need it to grow.
Impressing upon ourselves the advice of our peers
In an attempt to be a better person,
Creating a better world for others.
– Shaman Romney 2017
He told me to remove the colon
I didn’t realize he meant my resume
-Shaman Romney 2016
I’m boring
I’m dull
I’m an anxious coward
An asshole, not a man
I’m a bundle of insecurities and fears
Wrapped up in day dreams and fantasies
Masquerading as a functioning adult
Who pretends he gives a damn if he wakes up tomorrow or not.I’m holding on, barely anchored to the shore
But still I’m finding ways to sever what few lines keep me moored
Using knives fashioned from doubt to hack away
One at a time
Until I’m finally released from it all.I’ve squandered the one thing I can’t get back
Spending all my time hiding in a room
Playing video games and jerking off
That’s not life, that’s just existing
Taking up space in this world until my ticket comes up
And someone else gets my spot.I’m not a human being
I’m just a future has been
A forgotten memory
I’m not alive
I’m just a dead man walking
-Shaman Romney 2016
I walked down the street and cried
As I passed her grave
Unmarked, rotten, and ant riddled.
Her life cut short, her wings clipped
She learned to fly. Learned to fall.
A life without purpose,
At least the one she wanted.
Now she feeds the ants instead.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Never meet your idols. They’re better in your mind.
You’ll find they’ll never live up to the image you’ve designed.
You might get lucky, and realize they’re just human.
They might think you are cool, and you could gain a great friend.
But most likely they just smile and walk away.
You came on far too strong
Like the thousands of other fans they meet everyday.If I met my idol, he’d pretend to be my friend
But in the end, at best he’d forget me
At worse, he’d regret meeting me.
I’m a reminder of the life he might have led
If he didn’t have the guts to tackle his problems
And pursue his dreams.So I’ll remain idle in my idol worship
Ideally, I’ll never meet any of them.
-Shaman Romney 2016
Pitter patter
My thoughts scatter
Like rain drops in my mind
A constant torrent that won’t relent
At best my mind is like Seattle
At worst its a monsoon
It’s like I live in a steel roofed house
Eventually all the metallic static
Becomes synonymous with silence
Most of my ideas get lost in the flood waters
I’m only left with the biggest, the best, the worst
Imagine what I could do
If I wasn’t mostly water.
If I was filled with sunny days
And springtime weather.
-Shaman Romney 2016
Shame on The Universe 