Broken Mirrors of Freedom

Irrevocable freedom
Caught in the twilight of insomnia
Thoughts penetrated where you need them
The differences like shades of gray
Embedded in the atmosphere
Somewhere in the fray
And won’t stop bleedin
Just another act of a familiar play

Ferocious wanderings, unapologetic endeavors
Sacrificial offerings blinded by broken mirrors
Boundaries are lines in the sand
Still floundering on this dry desert-like land

Wilderness of rambling roses
All lined up along the wall
Each one unique
Meaningful ideas
Different poses
Drastic surveillance
Regretful wishes
Elastic turbulence

Bloody clinched fists
Bruised and blackened
Too many lists
Chained up inside
And still… freedom-less.

Stacy Young ©2008

Fading Stars of Love

You're walking hand in hand,

looking at the stars in the sky,

whispering empty promises

into each others eyes.

With brief hello's and long goodbyes

and wandering thoughts in the endless sighs.

You really don't know what you want,

but you pretend to have it all in control.

Each time you make the eternal promise,

you give away a piece of your soul.

And every time you look at the stars,

you feel guilty for the love you stole.

Stacy Young 2012

Brown Tweed Couch

Brown tweed couch in the TV’s glare
Lying on my back
It’s itchy under there.
Falling asleep late at night
Waking to find a tweedish patternon my face - what a horrible sight.
Coarsey, horsey hair is all I can taste
TV blasting, fans are turning
And the lamp was left on,
As I laid there on my backI wrote this little song.  I was watching my life go by
Wondering why you don’t feel the way I do.

Brown tweed couch
Cat is at my feet
He claws at my toes
He wants something to eat.
As I lay here on my back
Watching my dreams go by
Wondering why you don’t feel the same way too.

I’m lonely
My life is turning
Please help me to go on
And stop this yearning.  Stacy Young  1995  

Black Fuzzy Velvet Puppy Dog Ears

She has black fuzzy velvet puppy dog ears,
black fuzzy velvet puppy dog ears.
Her cinnamon bun tail clicks back and forth,
tick-tock tick-tock Mercury go get us a beer.

I know you want some cheese,
and go for a walk but why do you have fear,
of the recliner when it opens,

and when you talk,
you like to snort, grunt and wheeze.

Oh no, you lost your baby again when you went to go potty,
but you chose to potty inside instead,
which is just a little bit naughty,
but it's OK cause you have,
black fuzzy velvet puppy dog ears.

and you're a cute little cartoon pug,
that is just full of love,
and we love you too,
with your black fuzzy velvet puppy dog ears,
and with your big brown round eyes,
there's nothing we can do,
but to oblige,
and let you lick our plates when we're through.
then you get all excited like it's a big prize,
Little puppy, we all love you!

Stacy Young 2012

Mercury eating cheese while getting cooled off with mist during a Michigan heatwave.

Sedona Dream

This is a poem I wrote while camping in Sedona.

Not coming down for a long long time

Never been so high

In all my life

Up on this mountain I can touch the sky

And I feel like I can fly

All the negative energy

Has blown away

Now I can see

A lot more clarity

The dreams I’m having are so intense

They’re telling me things

That I used to miss

And guiding my spirit

To a place of bliss

Every night

My soul takes a ride

To a sacred place

Where I can confide

And on this mountain

I have no pride

Only when I’m still

Can I see inside

This is the magic pill

That takes me for a ride.

Stacy Young  ©2009

Fear is a means to an end

Monumental fear of the draconian resurgence,

as the tempest beast spreads it's evil wings,

taking heed of the Sage-like bewilderment of the joyous discrepancies,

and all for the betterment?

The pompous anemic triviality of the obsessed,

is no further though from the weak mind,

of the clinically depressed.

But not to suggest,

a momentary pain but a monumental gain,

and it goes deeper than the fruit,

and deeper than the root.

The endless cycle,

and the circling of time.

This has been a common phenomena for billions of years squared,

and yet has only just begun,

for no matter how hard we try to comprehend,

everything is merely a means to an end.


Stacy Young 2012 

It's all in your mind

It's a beautiful day,
why are you so down?
and why must you frown?
Have you been outside to play?

your mind has you bound,
it's all in your head,
when all you say,
is that you are so depressed.

it doesn't have to be this way,
you could make the most of this day,
or you could just go deeper into the shadows,
lurking somewhere in the fray.

what do you think you will find?
do you think it will be different this time?
you don't have to grieve today,
cause you're allowed to be happy,
and your life can change with a shift of perspective.

get out of the shadows,
and into the light,
the day will be over soon,
it's up to you,
life doesn't have to bite.

So why not embrace this day,
and take it for a stroll,
pretend you're a clown,
if that's what it takes, I say
the happier you will be found.

It's always been there,
right before your eyes,
life is not always fair,
and you don't always win the prize.

if you can't keep it real,
just pretend to smile,
it's like a drug,
all in your mind,
believe me, life is worthwhile,
and it can even be kind.