Showing posts with label H. Show all posts
Showing posts with label H. Show all posts

The Heist

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I’m part of a timeless heist for happiness as
My body breaks and becomes beaten;
My mind is made maleficent and morose;
My spirit is censored and somber
I question the paradigm of all conscious thought
And am ever searching for the entity who may calm
The storm. The one who stays afloat amidst the flood—
I’m drowning, and desperate and clinging to the remnants
Of a previous version of myself. I am chasing external stimuli
While hoping that is where true happiness lies.
Loneliness is a bitter beast he torments me, and tears
Me apart—he snickers as my childish views
As I coddle the wounds beneath my flesh.
The nirvana I seek is fluid, and never with my grasp;
And I am aware, vaguely, that my mindset is all wrong.
The absence of evil is not altruistic desire, and
A happy life is not deserved based on innate merit
And cannot be captured, netted, or enclosed.
In the senseless quest for knowledge, the tribulations
Of my lack of faith are final; the feelings of drifting

May last forever—I squander gifts I’ve been given.
      DannYetman
www/yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Half Hearted

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My brain becomes befuddled,
Each night before I lay my head—
It seems I do not think straight,
But lay awake instead.
It is purity that steals my thoughts,
And creates the moral dissonance
Which creeps upon me. No
Matter how many hours I spend
Parsing the pages of thesauruses,
I am left even farther from
The sentiment I would truly
Like to pass—not the half
Hearted emotion which always
Seems to escape from my lips…
I quiver and shake, my eyes water
In a cycle of chronic delusion
And fleeting seconds of reality
Which I do not wish to last.
It is a peculiar sensation of pain
That propagates the softest joy—
I do not believe I would
Ever be able to trade. My physiology
Tells the truth even when I lie,
My vitals—the blood within me—
Pulsates in rhythm that I cannot hide
From. I can suppress my desire,
And run from it readily, but it always
Returns to haunt me… Haunt me…
This is no ghost upon me, but a visage
That I cannot help but envision,
Happiness that I wish for, without

Guided reason.
        DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com 

Heavy Hearts

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In the context of late nights and sullen hearts,
The blind can see—their eyes shine brighter
Than mine could ever be.
And in the moonlight, in open courtyards—
Harbour lines—lovers shout,
Finding peace of a different kind.
Tidal waves crash at their feet,
To weaken faith—and personify
The hidden fear… The evil wraith
Which whispers to her at night—
The cause of her torment—doubt—
Which, in her heart, ferments.
In the context of late nights and sullen hearts,
The blind believe—their hearts are light;
They listen to the tales lovers weave.
Even I know their time is bound to pass,
I watch sweethearts part—a tender kiss—
Else misfortune breaks their hearts.
     DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Hidden Desires

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I can pretend I don’t want it—
To desire what I have been missing.
I can lie and say I don’t want to feel
Something other than the same routine.
I can tell you that I understand
That you will never feel the same,
But when you see me—finally look at me,
Into my eyes and past the man who stands,
You will know what I am holding back—
You will see everything—the longing
The jealousy and the burning angst.
And when I see you glancing back at me
I will forget where I stand—forget the dream.
I can live in denial for as long as it takes,
And push you to the back of my mind
But I won’t ever be able to hide it,
I won’t ever be able to speak
Without the gentle quiver on my lips
That gives away my emotions.
Looking at you leaves a burning image,
One that stays with me when you’re gone.
I can pretend to be satisfied forever—
To be content living alone,
But my hidden desires will resurface—
I can’t hide forever;
Someday I’m going to look you in the eyes.
     DannYetmanwww.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Hopeless

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It’s that look you give me,
The one that makes me lonely.
It makes me want you,
It makes me need you,
I want to hold your hand.
I never want to be forgotten,
Don’t want to say remember when.
It’s your smile that makes me lonely,
Reminds me of all the nights
I was too busy searching for your heart.
  DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/ 

A Heavy Heart

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The moon is waxing over heavy hearts;
One to sigh, the other to laugh.
It buys time for us to part,
Making memories fade and heavy hearts.

The stars scatter the forefront of the sky,
Each whispers a story that I cannot hear.
Their laughter, like the stars is daunting,
It's the reason I stare into the sky.

The moon is waxing over heavy hearts;
It scatters your words, leaving me wondering why.
Your words paint murals in the sky,
Making memories and heavy hearts.
       DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Happy New Year's

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One more era of innocence passes freely,
Without a futile grasp at the clock;
No last hope of aging gracefully,
By not aging at all.
As one more year comes and goes,
We seem to all be standing still, watching as
Lives come, lives go.
Just like the memories of those that once were,
The last moment of sanity comes,
In the form of grief unbearable.
Remember, it doesn’t have to end,
The faces don't have to fade unbearably,
With eye contact one more fable.
Imagine one night, a second chance in what we lost,
The fire that never came,
But burnt us through just the same.
Imagine one more fallen dove,
Watch as the innocence flies towards the sun once again,
Watch the faces of strangers, saddened to the point of tear,
With the hope of something better for one another.
Remember all the final words that seemed so simplistic,
But were lost in the flow of time,
Never again to be carefully stumbled upon for week after week,
Desperately searching for the right ones,
Only to find all of the wrong ones.
What if we could relive the apathetic glories of retirement?
The end of a childhood pastime
That brought a nation together,
Only to later tear it apart.
Carefully follow the streets,
Watch the families preparing for Armageddon,
In the worst of times,
In the most ironic of times.
For how are we expected to live tomorrow,
If we die today?
What if subconscious reunions weren't the only way
To relive what's gone?
Our foggy memories replaced by solid matter to grasp.
Remember the ice, the cold, the disillusions that once were.
Can you remember praying for the warmth of the sixth month?
While not realizing how many lives would be sacrificed on the way.
Remember all the lives lost in the summer time,
And the unbearable emotions to leave it behind.
Never forget the broken friendships, the lost acquaintances,
A time of simplicity that reigned above life itself.
Alone in hotel rooms staring ahead ten years to come,
What do we see but life itself?
Now alone in a hotel room staring back ten years previous,
Desperately holding onto our youth the only way we know how.
One second passes, we pray for our lives;
One hundred thousand pass, where did the time go?
Thirty million pass, just kill us now.
What if we could relive it all even for one night?
What if somebody told you it never has to end,
Time could be endless, a parade of life.
Perhaps we’d say goodbye 2009,
Goodbye forever.
       DannYetman
http://www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/

How to Depict Dream From Reality

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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/   

Hold Her Closer

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She says goodbye,
when I don't even know her name.
She breaks down in my arms,
when I don't even know her name.
Her hands are shaking,
but that's just fine.
Her body is quivering,
but I don't mind.
She looks at me
with panic in her eyes,
the frightful vision
of a ghost with nothing left.
She tells me how they kill her,
and by cause and effect,
I hold her closer.
She tries to smile,
but the tears fall harder.
She tries to say her name,
but I hold her closer.
         DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/ 

How To Live

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Live through dedication and save your smile
for the moments that truly matter.
As a granite rock, live solemny,
motionless, near heartless with a thin human edge,
let it remind you, yes your heart is beating.
Look back through your own misfortune
and question your worth and value,
for in a second, value must be obsession,
And in obsession you must surive.
Through fair wishes, seek what's wrong,
not the humor, for error is all that matters.
Teach somebody how to grow old,
and they will grow by your side.
Smile together but only once,
and once again on your last day.
Realize you're all alone, but there's nothing wrong with that,
seek friendship and then tell them goodbye,
for you must walk your path alone.
Fall in love and never whisper,
for the words are timeless but your life is not.
Learn what it feels like to truly care,
and then learn what it feels like to live without.
Cry for your loses and then remember your
story so trageic, from your eyes only.
Find a true talent, let it guide your life,
then realize there's always one better.
Realize you're living your life through your mind,
die upon the alter of optimism; revel in the pessimism.
Ask yourself the timeless question,
And find your world shattered like glass.
Remain through countless hours, thoughtless,
as the world goes silent. Reminiss the things that matter,
and then have them leave you.
Find perfection absolute, and die knowing that you found it.
Die with pride and the courage to say your sorry.
                                                 
                                                  DannYetman