Deep breath, deep painfully deep - I inhale, count 1,2,3,4,5...5,5,5 chest aches holding more than oxygen in; exhale blowing out nothing more than possibilities for a better day, a bettter sense of wellness, a suitcase full of angst Memories are tiny clips, images wrapped within emotional set backs, images - a glimpse of things never …
Category: Beat Generation / Wise Ass
Oxymoron
Sound down images skip back and forth across the stage life isn't always a vibe high fresh face light up the sky quick fisted moments linger daydreams give pause a glimpse of hope and bewilderment yet we remain we continue on and if we choose to cut our loses and bag it consequences loom clouded …
Ageless
I listen compassionately to young poets; exposing their soul with naïveté unobstructed passion struggling to keep their words and truth pure, clear, coherent; and I think to myself, silent within my own insecurities, my own private courtroom - judge and jury, these are the facts, objection, overruled...I recall my own journey; my own learning curve. …
She
A rush, adrenaline high - his hands shake walking away back stab left over son of a bitch silence engulfs the space on the floor, simplistic empty hole in the wall; questions follow and wounds never heal they go underground waiting for another day to step out and sabotage what tiny thread of hope that …
Unawakened Knowledge
Is this life set in stone? A book or song with words events that take twists and turns allowing fleeting moments of joy to tempt the stars - fate Yet to slip from sweet lips to tears of sorrow... When did life become less than something to cherish but rather dread... When did the light of another day take a turn from a blessing to a curse carrying with it the weight of the world? …
Temptation
Yes, I let you hold my hand and I held yours... - acknowledging a perfect fit Yes, I let you look into my eyes I curiously looked into yours... - I didn't blink or turn away letting you past the walls of protection Yes, I let you pull me close to you; wrap your arms …
The Last Day
The day before the last day of the year any year with some reluctance and reflective pause we move forward spinning like a top like a wild beast is chasing us the wind whistles silly baby songs in perfect tune of days gone by but we move forward because that is what we do that …
A Generation Of Fuck-ups
We may be of A different blood line We are sister friends Of a similar kind And as far as Fuck ups go On a scale Of one to ten We are an odd Yet profound eleven ...and while you Laugh at me We both know I bring a smile To your mouth And nothing …
Death Of A Female Poet
Slipping away Into a sweet space Reverie peace maker Holds my hand Feather bed comfort Safe haven soothsayer Fluffy white pillows Lavender and lace Lulling me into A deep sleep Dreams in sepia Hints of color - and a spray Of black and white Vintage montage In the powerful Atlantic air I am standing high …
Trilby Yates 