Odd the way people come and go floating in and out of my life and as the wind blows it's just another reminder how walking from here to there can more often then not lead to somewhere and it's been years since I've felt the flutter of angel wings against my brow or the holier …
Category: Beat Generation / Wise Ass
Mr. Who Knows Who
All that crazy anticipation build up and worry as if yesterday was a blank page And all the steps taken have somehow been washed away like footsteps in the sand - how cliche! I remember laughing about all those old sayings one night during a brief love affair he filled my glass of wine up …
Dear Life,
Is this the way it's suppose to be? The way it's supposed to play out? My mind is telling me one thing... but time doesn't seem to be on my side I'm kicking and screaming being dragged through life scuff marks on my hands and knees - Is this really the way it's going to …
Beach Boys
Hot steamy summer day...not a cloud in the sky; brilliant blue dome of color - a slight breeze floats by on the up beat of a song dancing through the air; off in the distance sailboats lean, lean, lean stretching canvas and rails dip in the salty sea - flashback summer sweat dripping kisses...glorious sight …
Holy Resemblance
Slight of hand with a side twist of fate smoke and mirrors up in a puff vaporize shifting grey eyes grab a hold of what is near and dear only one that gets out alive is the Svengali in us all with hands thrust deeply in the back pocket of our neighbors while holding a …
There Is No Place
Jump from the train grabbing hold of a high wire Harry Houdini greatest one man act... Nothing swings like the sound coming from an old horn player - sweet baby lullaby the cradle will certainly fall! When my heart burns and the thrill of flying above the natural wisdom of women better than I perched …
You Do Not Know Me
I am a prisoner of time and space held within the boundaries of a sanctioned God anointed birth the law of the land the law of religion and unquestioned faith the law of responsibility to all those that have come before and after the psychological weapons chains of societal norms guilt, shame, selfishness keeping me …
Carte Blanche
Listen to the crimson rattle! Death calls... Feel the labyrinth shake! Earth moves... Is it love pounding at the hearts door? Or could it be the bubbling of skin so thick that no one dare come close enough nor get under it? Embrace the roll that comes when notes and vibrations soar to hidden places …
Rear View Mirror
Background soundtrack sets the stage guitar slides across the room drum beat in-sync with the pounding of a heart gun to hand hand to chest stars shoot across the sky with every breath that is taken looms a thief in the night life circles around without pause or reflection a clean slate second chances become …
Trilby Yates 