Who I've Never Met

No names, memories or special moments;

No history, stories or lingering focus—

All we share is a look but that’s all we need.

For a moment of time so slight

In other respects it is nonexistent

Our eyes meet

And unwillingly our lives are revealed.

In yours I see one who cares

But who has been touched by sadness—

An ageless beauty that’s afraid of the world

And those that inhabit it.

In mine you see one with a passion burning,

An endless mission,

One who’s lost in the fear searing.

With our gazes fading

We are met by a silent nod of approval—

A shrouded understanding.

No names, memories or special moments;

No history, stories or lingering focus

DannYetman

www.yetmpoetry.blogspot.com

Older Still

Dark nights far from home still the presence of fear.

One foot then the next, through the cutting wind—

Disappear from the sight of the last familiar face;

And hang onto the thoughts of none.

You would give anything to say you’re lost,

But you’ve walked these streets alone—

Time and time again with your mind left dormant…

You will find your way home again.

Lose your way in the night, lose track of time

Listen to the sound of your heart beating—

And know the fright keeps your feet moving;

Know that this will not be the last night.

You will try to disappear.

       DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com 

Soon Be Gone

I can’t remember your face,

Or the way you smile.

I don’t remember your laugh

Or your passions.

I’ll probably die before I realize

What is in front of me—

I’m too austere to realize

What’s before my eyes until it’s gone.

Blocked by fear you are my inhibition;

I’m afraid you too will soon be gone.

Why must I sit here in silence

When you are what I wanted

All along.

Innocence Lost

Such passion, sickening and gut wrenching.
A child at the age of five learns to love,
His love is unmatched but any other.
Like anyone, he can tell time,
Joy for him comes after school;
3:00pm brings him euphoria,
He counts the moments until his passion is met.

Such passion, so wrongfully accused;
A child at the age of seven learns to hate,
His bitterness is unmatched by any other.
Like anyone, he knows how to kill;
Joy for  him sprouts from his torment;
3:00pm brings him death,
He thrives with blood on his hands.

Her, She and Me

Innocence came to me today—
I said hello,
And she was on his way.
Innocence laughed at me.
Laughed when when I told her
My beliefs.

       DannYetman

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

Little Bird

Little bird I see sitting there;
do you have a name?  Your name I say,
will you share your name with me?
Pristine and beautiful, your name I say.

Little bird, I need to know your name,
Don't lie to me, we both have names you and I,
I need to know—I need to know your name;
little bird your name; your name before you die.

Little bird so small and pretty;
your bones are brittle, pretty bird.
Singsong; you sing songs so pretty.
Sing to me; sing to me; sing me your words.

Little bird with reluctant eyes,
fly away before I insist to speak,
Little bird with reluctant eyes,
All I want is to hear you speak.

       DannYetman

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

Perform

Your eyes fill me with conquests of metaphor;
but in the mirrors gaze, I see my eyes faded grey.
We are different—too different you and I.
We can never meet; never will our worlds collide.
Your world is yellow, while mine is faded grey.
We are different—too different you and I.
You are only a dreamer; I live my life gifted.
When you smile; I watch with my eyes, faded grey.
We are different—too different you and I.

        DannYetman

http://www.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 

The First Time We Met

She lives her life,

and the world hates her.

She lives her life,

and the world beats her.

Their words break her bones.

Their laughter sends her crying.

Her innocence sickens them,

her passion repulses them.

She hears them say

how they hate her,

but still she smiles.

She hears them say

she'd be better off dead,

but still she tries to smile.

She watches them destroy her,

but still she prays for a savior.

                      DannYetman

           http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/ 

You Saved My Life

You saved my life

and I don't even know your name.

You're Innocent, far guilty,

with a smile permanently plastered.

I wonder what you would look like without

your sparkling face.

I watch with convulsion, to save myself,

and so I wonder who will save you;

save your childlike innocence.

I don't even know your name,

so do I envy you?

Pity you?

Laugh with you?

Cry for you?

Do I smile and say remember me?

Or spend my life forgetting you?

When you're saving me,

How can i do anything but envy you?

                                    DannYetman