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Silver thoughts serpentine
Through my mind like plasticine.
Trying to mold this fever dream
Into something I think I’ve seen
I 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
I miss you so much.
It feels like eternity
But only a day.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Knowledge, Knowledge, Everywhere
But no one stops to think.
They’re busy playing on Facebook,
Or having too much to drink.
Knowledge, Knowledge, everywhere
But no one seems to care.
They’re too busy shoving their heads
Up their collective derriere.
Knowledge, Knowledge everywhere
So what’s a man to do?
The world would be a better place,
If more believed in what is true.
Knowledge, Knowledge, everywhere
I’ll teach them how to yearn
For discovery, exploration
and all the cool things to learn.
-Shaman Romney 2015
Today I’m lacking inspiration.
I had plenty perspiration,
But couldn’t spark my imagination
And so I’m left with just frustration
I can’t seem to get inspired
I had work in which I was mired
Which I did in order to not get fired.
But it has left me feeling tired.
So as I write the final line
of wayward thoughts I thought to combine
Remember I’m keeping this promise of mine:
The day is not over, I got this is done, so I’m fine.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Clutter
Is a lot like
Butter.
Easy to spread
All over the room,
But really difficult
To clean up.
– Shaman Romney 2015
It looks like this poem has to go first,
It is kind of hurried as first ones go.
It could be the best, but might be the worst.
Until it’s published, we will never know.
I’ve been gone, for work has left me haggard.
My posting schedule has been left forgot.
But this month I will not be a laggard.
At least, at this moment, I hope I’m not.
Thirty days, with something done on each one.
That is a lot, even using haiku.
But I’m ok, I find poetry fun.
Even if I don’t, I’ll have to pull through.
So that being said, I’ll try not to bore.
One poem done, only twenty nine more.
-Shaman Romney 2015
Keep moving forward,
Keep working toward
The things in life that give you meaning,
Just ignore these intervening
Problems trying to hold you down,
In spite of them, keep gaining ground
Move on to a better day
Keep working on that better way
To make all of your dreams come true
‘Cause in the end it’s up to you
To keep going strong, keep working toward
That better life and keep moving forward.
– Shaman Romney
Here it is, another valentine’s day
I have to ask, is this really the way
To show someone you really care?
With chocolates, roses, a teddy bear?
Or is this a day of corporate greed?
A moment for us to carelessly feed
The inside of an executive’s pocket.
Another check-mark on the businessman’s docket.
Is it just an excuse for someone to get laid?
Presenting a trinket that was overly paid
So that they can curry their lover’s favor,
And give this holiday its sultry flavor.
Or is it really about those that we love most?
A reminder that its a mistake to coast
Through relationships without giving it your best
That good love will always be a test.
I don’t think this question is easily answered.
The lines between meanings will always be blurred.
So with that in mind, I’d like to say
Everyone have a happy valentine’s day!
I shall be spending it alone,
For have no one to call my own.
I can’t say its not for lack of trying,
So I will spend it eating ice cream and crying.
Shaman Romney 2015
Work has overloaded my brain.
My emotions and thoughts drip down the drain,
Which I cannot hope to ever regain
Until from work, I do abstain.
But work moves forward like a train,
And so, I hop on once again.
Wishing this time I will remain
Happy, healthy, and (mostly) sane.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Through the frosted window pane of my eyesight,
I look at the frozen, wintery colors.
Blurred shapes blend past,
Move too fast,
Indistiguishable and Ill defined.
An icy wasteland of interchangeable dreams,
Hopes,
And defeats.
Contained within the frozen wintery colors
Of my frosted, window pane eyesight.
– Shaman Romney 2014
Shame on The Universe 