Final Words

These cannot be the last words we speak,

For they do not definitively deliver the dreary

Emotions which are bound to cast

Me into turmoil for days or weeks…

A millennium of moments must still exist

Or else I am failing to acknowledge

My thinly veiled disbelief.

The words that have passed your lips,

Do not yet inspire a need for comfort

Or the yearning to retreat into my bedroom—

To curl within a blanket to bury my face

While the sheets dry my tears and keep me warm.

I have not yet begun to realize the ridiculous

Nature of human despondence,

Therefore a continued discussion must still

Be near. Final words do not promise

A continued dialog or mention

The possible occurrence of a next meeting.

A true farewell is copacetic in the mind

Of each member of the parting,

Because there exists both conclusions

And confessions—above all there is a mutual

Understanding that a tomorrow certainly

Does not exist. The words that have been spoken

Neither feel as though they have brought

Resolution, nor remedy to my fleeting sanity.

So I must believe I have yet to say goodbye

And I can continue to live my disjoint delusion,

And awake as if nothing has changed. 

       DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

The Swans

In my hand I hold the hymn of all I’ve loved—

The decisive melody surely wrote to play me off.

There is no laudation left, or lust to reminisce,

Just longing, built of dreams I’ll surely miss,

Masterpieces mangled into a script of mindless quests.

My heart has struck and now I hear the swans,

Synchronized in a sorrowed song representing

The annihilation of all I’ve loved—all that’s gone.

Serenaded in the darkness, I stand witness

To the curtains upon my head, and I watch

The lights go out, myself, held in a listless cage.

My tears wed the page I hold as I look back

At the path from which I’ve came—

The forested trail which will never lead me home.

I have followed my heart and been led astray,

Deeper and deeper into the heart of night.

    DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Goodbyes

One by one you disappear in front of me,

Before I have time to turn on my mind,

We are scattered by a gentle breeze.

The hallways we walked together are empty,

Now that all the people have gone—

In our hearts we are empty too.

I can’t pretend I understand this feeling,

But at least I have come to recognize it,

As where hearts are broken.

Longing drives us forward

And passion draws the line.

Destinies may intermingle,

But will soon be torn apart.

One by one we will all be torn apart.

     Dannyetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com 

You're Gone

I’m afraid of what you would think of me,

If you understood the way my mind works

And it’s terrifying for me to speak to you,

I shake from my head to the floor.

Your beauty is caught in my gaze,

I cannot rid myself of the image of you,

But now—preempted—you are gone;

All I can think of is your return

Where I can hang on your every word.

I dream of seeing you smile again

And like thoughts keep me awake at night.

But will you ever hear me speak?

Or be told of how my heart beats?

I may always be left with memories,

As unbearable as that thought may be.

      DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Staring at the Sky (Knowing We’ve Already Said Goodbye)

She takes my hand, grip so tight,

Singing don't you ever go.

My face is lost, to her tears so gold,

Words are useless, I'm torn in two.

I lose myself on a road so far from home,

Forever chasing a wayward goal.

Forget all your restless nights,

Where a song brought tears to your eyes.

I believe it was just a dream,

A dream I lived all my life.

I dream all my life.

I sat on the stairs, for so long,

Afraid I would never escape my dreams.

I reached the bottom, so long ago,

You were there, all draped in red.

My jaded eyes grew so weary,

When I forgot you were a wayward goal.

Forget all your restless nights,

Where a song brought tears to your eyes.

I believe it was just a dream,

A dream I lived all my life.

I dream all my life.

Two eyes like crystal, so clear,

They cut me as I bite my cheeks.

I speak so reluctantly,

My words are shaking in their boots.

I cross my fingers so hard,

I can't believe what I just heard.

Forget all your restless nights,

I dream all my life.

A dream brought tears to your eyes,

I dream all my life;

A dream I lived all my life.

I dream all my life.

DannYetman

http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/ 

The Loneliest Soul

Abaft the room, your memory lingers;
The scent of nostalgia comes to settle.
You sit callous, with ten empty fingers —
Your hair is like ten thousand rose petals .
An innocent face, discipline is bought —
Bought like a fine wine — the finest of fine.
You stare at the wall, silver eyes distraught;
Silver eyes give me life; to me they shine.
What is beauty but the loneliest soul?
Evermore we both search for elation—
We're prophets abaft the room, without goals,
Waiting for predetermined salvation.
You smile; I hold destiny by the hand.
Not until you're gone, fate I understand.

      DannYetman

http://www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/

Nicole

I remember when you needed me;

you used to cry when I was gone.

Now it's I who need you;

now I cry when you are gone.

As you walk away

I see what you've become.

You were so innocent;

now you walk like anyone.

I cry as I watch you leave;

I can't believe that your gone.

I cry as I realize

Nicole's forever gone.
          DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/ 

In The Shadows

On the moon; thine brother's shadow,

look to him, he watches you closely.

By day he comes to smile to you

but as the night falls upon the world

he begins to creep in the shadows.

He's sly, he knows what gets him caught,

he waits silently under his brothers wish,

With an ear to the wall he hears the rumors,

You tell him he has an air about him,

He tries to laugh but cannot hide his bitterness,

By you he cries in his empty world;

He cries beneath thine brother's wing.

                                 DannYetman

http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/ 

She Tries Too Hard

She tries to listen to his words.

His words are her life.

She tries to stay calm,

while he contradicts her life.

She tries to listen to his words,

but this life is not his.

She tries hard to remember,

but the memory is his.
     

She tries to thank him,

but he looks so worried.

She tries to say goodbye,

why is he so worried?

She tries to say goodbye,

but he can't let her go.

She says goodbye to him,

As he tries to let her go.

             DannYetman 
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/ 

Out The Door

Fall for life's silly gain,

it's been an hour or two.

Life's cloudy, I see a figure;

I see you.

With hands clean and face naive

you find words to ask for more.

Words to start your life,

and send me out the door.

Innocent, face naive

you say you'll never leave.

But I watch you

leave why don't you?

Innocent, face naive

you say you'll never leave.

Time's up; adieu, adieu

all I see is you.

Live from memory

and see what it is to me.

Tell your friends your dying,

and see what you are to me.

I'll show you how to disappear

if you show me what it is to you.

Tell me words to believe,

and I'll cry my story to you.

Innocent, face naive

you say you'll never leave.

But I watch you

leave why don't you?

Innocent, face naive

you say you'll never leave.

Time's up; adieu, adieu

all I see is you.

Living and breathing

like when lovers part,

the rain falls hard,

the rain falls to heart.

Without words to say goodbye,

face solemn, face naive,

look into the clouds

and say goodbye to me.

Innocent, face naive

you say you'll never leave.

But I watch you

leave why don't you?

Innocent, face naive

you say you'll never leave.

Time's up; adieu, adieu

all I see is you.

Innocent, face naive,

all I see is you.

            DannYetman 

How to Depict Dream From Reality

Step one, tell the world

you're dreaming; your words

deviate from reality,

innocence plays definition

for everything lost.

Step two, live and lie,

cast iron shadows

throughout your world; reality

dictated by advocation

of a man called mad.

Step three, blend your words.

Leave yourself naive.

Taste melancholy on your words,

then ask, why the melancholy;

why not tragedy?

Step four, End your world,

swift for you've been called

innocent, gifted, said guilty

of whispering words to end it;

words to end it all.

Step five, wave goodbye,

you're only leaving

your life behind. See yourself

eager for elegance and find

the true regality of goodbye.

                      DannYetman
            http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/   

Goodbye To The Hopeless

Goodbye says the hopeless,
Tick goes the clock,
Tick goes the clock,
Just to prove it's own repetition.
Wave to the hopeless,
Before they kill you in their ambition,

Blinded, blinded in their ambition.
Not to kill you so they say,
But still on you they prey.
Through the moonlight,
Still they stay without cognition,
Without care of what's right.

Who wants you dead?
But those that stay,
Never seem to stray,
Even with two fingers crossed,
The day is already dead,
Yourself just lost.

Speechless so say you,
Then keep your head down,
Forget what was once renown,
So forge through your mind,
And you'll eventually find what's true,
Oh, and what a find.

Blessed is your mind,
But still you stay remedial,
And without so much as a smile.
Standing on a falling bridge,
Passions intertwined,
Your on top of one last ridge.

Goodbye to the hopeless,
Tick goes the clock,
Tick goes the clock,
Time's not to borrow.
Wave to the hopeless,
For you could be smiling tomorrow.

Autumn

The raindrops come to feel your cheek,

like the autumn dawn feels the trees.

He whispers to the deceased he sees,

words mangled to his critique.

To his eyes you begin to sneak,

consciousness, oh so bleak. You see

the raindrops come to feel your cheek,

like the autumn dawn feels the trees.

Each syllable to caress your cheek,

he whispers now, for you he sees;

to his back, the autumn breeze.

The raindrops come to seem unique;

the raindrops come to feel your cheek.

                                   DannYetman 

http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/