Carrying the criticism
Like a wet camel hair
Evident to all
Might as well have been bare
Words only meant
To point out a small flaw
Should have kept it to myself
Only my pride was my fall
Proving I was right
It was only I that cared
Now that I’m naked
It’s something we both share
© 2011 Michael Yost
Depth in my center now dropping forever
Stones fall off the cliff, into clouds
Stopping in the end? Never
And never screaming aloud
Small things always turn into bigger
Tear triggered emotions off the wall
Billowing parachute; bless the rigger
Then the airplane finally stalls
© 2011 Michael Yost
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Tagged "men"opausal symptoms, Emotions Exploding, TV Terror and Tears
Jade with speckled gold eyes
White ivory silken skin
Black opal imbued heart
© 2011 Michael Yost
Rejecting your own selfish strife
Not giving a dam about your wife
Leaving your children out of your life
Only your addiction in your sight
An expert at hiding your symptoms
Not able to handle your problems
Holding your family up for ransom
No responsibility for their outcome
© 2011 Michael Yost
*In progress
Are you whining again?
My sad old friend
You’re hard to defend
With your whining again
Surely you must have
Something that’s glad
That’s made you mad
No? Forever sad
Just how you write?
It limits your sight
Try with your might
Don’t give up, fight
Nothing I say
Leads you to sway
This sadness today
Means whining to stay
© 2011 Michael Yost
There’s only one in my memory
That’s part of all my reveries
All the others once tied, drifted by
All the other’s words have lied
In my reveries I slowly sigh
In my memories I slowly die
In my waiting I comply
In my acceptance I occupy
There’s only one in my memory
Who comes to me da il ly
She’s part of all my reveries
Knowing she’ll never come back to me
© 2011 Michael Yost
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Lagging memories just over the rise
Pictures blotted out right before my eyes
Words of love at the end of the echo
Feelings circling in the river’s shallow
Going with the flow interrupted for sure
Watching and wondering how long the detour
Hours of waiting, I see no reason to delay
Lagging memories came back and took them away
© 2011 Michael Yost
Golden leaves shimmer
The black river summons you
Flowing towards full moon
© 2011 Michael Yost
What do you think when I come to mind?
I like to balance my thoughts, or so I’m inclined
Good times we shared, are you being kind?
Or are they bad and sad, becoming cut off and blind
The two steps between soon will be three
Unless you turn round and come back to me
What was the reason you decided to flee?
You knew from the start I must go to sea
There were two souls between us, now three
Will you rip out the one and set yourself free?
Cutting our limb off the family tree
Where our reconciliation is the only key
What do you think when we come to mind?
Will you balance our thoughts and let them bind?
Like they once were when we were combined
Instead, I have to sail away, and leave us behind
© 2011 Michael Yost
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Posted in Poetry
Tagged Abortion, Blinded, Family Tree, Jealousy, Pregnancy, Reconciliation, The Sea is Green
The keyboard laying flat between my hands
Little fingers raising the lower edge
Tactile dots under my index finger tips
ESC and CTRL are within my fingers reach
© 2011 Michael Yost
