Small boy tender child Wide brown eyes With an angelic smile… That could melt butter - in his mouth While dripping sweet Saccharine like words Of lies and deceit One push Slight of hand Reaches out To be held - poor little sister Cracked skull Echoed cries and life ...swing in the balance Baby dolls …
Author: Trilby Yates
Day-Break Ride
…too often in the solitude of when all is said and done after the passions have been met when the dead of night begins its decline and the morning light starts to rise there is an emptiness that comes over me taking me by surprise in the before day-break ride heading home when angst begins …
Recognition
A few side steps off the curve you fall and for a while there is a time and place to bat your eyes and lick your lips as if the package is all that matters in those moments when the label tastes better than the wine and the left hand on your Rolex gets stuck …
King And Queen Of The Prom
I can walk down the street with my wings glistening in the moonlight and my skirt hiked up to Heaven I can carry a tune and write the lyrics with my eyes glazed over from the lack of empathy One hit wonder fly by night captivator feet never firmly planted on the ground Surround sound …
Just Another If I could
If I could I would... Sell everything I own Close all my bank accounts Never pay taxes that would fund another war Let my hair grow long and wear it in dread locks Sleep on the beach under a sky filled with stars Spend endless hours walking the shoreline collecting sea glass and shells Once …
A Theft Of The Heart
She counts all the men that have come and gone rise and fall tiny notches on her wall and they will never know what piece of her they have taken with them and it's not anything transparent or cliche words that rhyme or step away it's the subtleties in her voice the way she touched …
Dance Away My Fears
The past seeps into some kind of abstract perspective My own different from yours - I am sure My spin, my angle from where I sleep never falls short of illusive Yours, off in the distant fog - sails full wind blows coast to coast, shore to shore drop off You catch sea foam in …
Angel Women
you look at Me Us Them with distaste that lingers and always falls away with an echoing vibration sounds of objection rejection a judgment of values integrity who are you to place the burden of your own dysfunction lacking onto a generation of Angel Women with Wings of Gold that carried us from sticks and …
Same Old
Stumbling down the road I don’t waste time looking back But, the past is like a dog with an unforgettable bone …just wont give it up or let it go And not that any of it matters They say I am where I’m supposed to be; according to the universe, biorhythms and time charts, even …
Trilby Yates 