Love is a blank sheet of paper, a black hole; shooting stars veer off into the darkness when there is - nothing... Love is a genie in a bottle with no way to escape, at the mercy of its master ...It is the closest thing to the magnificent Magic 8 Ball, revealing all without being smashed into …
Author: Trilby Yates
Thread Of Intent
Gliding through life holding onto what ever seemed to fit at the time; - any given circumstance But, truth be told, truth to behold, it never genuinely did Now, as I glance back awareness is an acquired virtue, an eye opener, a solid transforming kick, a heart stopping pause, without hesitation, deep breath - no …
United By Gender
There is no safety zone or comfort in numbers The votes have been cast - opinions abound The tides are turning, and at the risk of an uprising, United By Gender the battle will rage on As my grandmother, my mother before me and the females that will come after; our right to express and …
Rising Tides
Such a wise guy flip response makes me laugh out loud while emotions roll over like the Queen mother's wave during centennial this or that can't quite recall the gist or intention of celebration but there is a shift in the universe and it's dragging me along ...oh what a delightful ride no time for …
I Am OK
Words in print words shouted from the left and right fearful we are falling in love with our own rectitude fearful we walk a fine line of righteousness and never acknowledge the lapse of judgement or even the possibility that we haven't got a real grasp on what is slipping between our fingers the experience …
Deviant Past
The days, shorter now - nights longer... Appearing darker than the norm Without the slightest hint of an artists color Creative minds freeze dry skyline falls flat With just a glaze of sepia But, only around the rough edges And I have a hole in my one size fits all Italian handmade 100% cotton shirt …
Conversation With Self
Ramblings... A conversation with self...yes, I get tired. Yes, I slip in and out of total disbelief...still, almost how many years later? Yes, I question what it all means. Yes, I wonder what my future holds. And yes, I fear the thought of moving forward and the thought of not... I dream of a music …
Hit The Pavement
I'm jumping off a proverbial Jagged earthbound ledge A sorrowful morning Attempting to let it go A stones throw from everything tangible Didn't take the time to think it through And maybe I never intended to All I can imagine All I can visualize Black and white dramatic effect I'm looking out eyes opened wide …
Old Neighborhood
The High Line NYC Looking back, Taking the first step forward, Inhaling the old neighborhood Deep breath...sigh... Visual memories are like photographs Some make me laugh, Some move me to tears While others tug at the heart strings Slight smile turn the corners of my mouth… Thought about you and The way you would lie, …
Trilby Yates 