My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Early morning in the city sun begins to rise - Big Apple shine World wide center of the universe And when love fly's by it's an overhead Of all that is old and all that is new Side-walk up beat and the heart remains open To this or that and all the in-between Although the …
Summer time blues drift off as fall rattles its cageThe wind is blowing a gut punch across the sky; with the hopes of some spontaneous recognition Fourth floor apartment to the left; stereo cranked up torches everyone in ear shot...a minimum ten block radiusA memory tapping melody that drifts;lifting the air to an all encompassing …
I saw myself standing on a cloud white and billowy tender to the toucharms outstretch finger tips sparks flying my heart moved to the left and I stepped off into a heavenly abyss pulling from a remote part of my memory images of you and me ...moments in a nano second time warp split that …
Kitchen table morning bend from dreams that haunt To which coffee cup is an appropriate mood fitWhen the challenge of the day will be How to complete a thought without it Breaking down to the minutiae The sentiments and emotions that cut deep And take a lifetime to heal or at the very least mend …
He said he was with someone else because...she took him homeA place I've never known I just shrugged and kicked the can down the road Sometimes it's just alright, it's alright...everything will be alrightI held his hand and felt his pulse begin to rise Without giving it a second thought or a moment to say …
For a momentA split second snapA commonalityA drift - a mutual send off One foot in front of the other Sayonara amigos mantra There are songs...how wide the river is Your presence touched me so deeplyI almost drownedI'm still gasping for air I weep as I walk Low tide Hudson River highThe sound of the …
There is a sliver of hesitation between what love brings And what love takes and yet the desire to attain it...remainsA heart beat that bounces; not an echo or flat landingA thread connecting the heart, the push and pull - the in-betweenHow often can a slight blush of the cheek Turn into much more than …
Where do I go when my feet Gently touch down; ocean boundSuch a long way from homeThe heart is just a tag along,A sacred diversion; Distraction - once an albatross...I am still finding my way Vein to vein slight of hand, Magic tricks and treatsFeed the beast, but never look awayFlamingo Dancers seductively sway; Castanets …
A few pieces of sage wrapped in jute twine The perfection of a sailors knotRosemary and lavender; peel back the layersThe loved, the love lorn or worse; the never love-dCandle light and a drum beat; whispers in the windA hush, keeping the darkness away - keeping the demons at bayA tender touch; protection from a …
Trilby Yates 