The Wall

The ghosts that are all around me
Suck life from my every pore
Trying to get this first stanza out
Before I sink into the floor

The coffee has torn up my stomach
Napping after every line
Hoping to finish this story
Giving new meaning to deadline

Closing my eyes for a moment
Ten minutes later awake
I don’t think it’s going to happen
Thinking finishing a mistake

Don’t come up on me while I write
You’ll run up against the brick beast
It’s better that you read this now
Than being found at the wall deceased

The ones before would warn you
That scaling that wall wasn’t too smart
Instead they dig and torment me
Tiring ghosts that will not depart

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/24

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MC Xander 'Sick of the Lies'

Reblogged from Paul Andrew Russell:

What are you saying?

Words disconnected from one another
No flowing sentences, short and chopped
Nonsensical weaving of your words
Leaves an unbalanced view on life

What do you hope to accomplish now
Putting these distressed thoughts together
You’re hoping to make sense out of it
Cut and pasting nonsense is just that

There’s no enlightenment coming soon
Just as there is no man in the moon
Write what’s in your mind’s eye and pure heart
From this is the one hope of a start

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/21

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Hunger?

The hunger is never sated
The longing never abated
The addiction to food is real
The only hope is to heal

Nothing fills the enormous void
Filling vacuums are never enjoyed
Some call it oral fixation
Whatever it’s called is crippling the nation

Obesity is now the PC for fat
Even for myself I’m done lapped
Calling to arms my stomach’s six pack
I just have to find it in front of my back

 

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/20

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Hugs

Nothing will sway you like a song from a siren
Draw you into a disaster like alcohol or drugs
Put gambler’s gain within your greedy grasp
Or keep you from the gates of hell like hugs

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/2o

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Painted Laugh

Throw open the windows painted shut
All I had to do is make you laugh
Putty and butter knives plus hammer
Thinking there was an ulterior gaff

Through layers of lead sawing back and forth
Back then you’d have scorned me if I tried
Pulling pieces of the pliant paint off
Reeling you in again like a new bride

The sill remains undamaged, free of most paint
You struggle against yourself and the line’s restraint
The paint breaks free and the window goes up
A breeze comes through and you giggle just enough

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/18

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Satan’s Storm

Not very often does the river straighten
But when it does its attributed to Satan
The thirst of the ground and the drought forgotten
Plus the acres of failed crops and dead cotton

All eyes on the now and never on the was
It’s easier to blame Satan than the real cause
Waters receding now, the river takes form
Rain never made it here, it Was Satan’s storm

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/17

Not Again

The spark works its way out while you’re writing your craft
It’s easier to edit than writing the first draft
Write it so you can read it and not too sloppy
When you’re typing it, you’ll want a clean copy

Don’t listen to me, do it how it works for you
What’s important is how it reads when you are through
I’ve played this out so I’m on my merry way
Now I guess I’ll edit it on some sunny day

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/17

Best Read with New Meds

Lazy eye turns and I see double
Tired eyes close, the start of the trouble
Drifting away, sleep seals my work
Minutes later, a sudden jerk

Awake now and ready to start
Writing half lines within my heart
It’s a price I pay with new meds
Wonder if it’s worth, sleeping instead

 

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/15

PERFECTION

PERFECTION.