Windowsill view of a world that has stood still for seven years Seven years and all I can do and all I can say is that the mirrored image of myself doesn't hold a candle to the image or the wisdom of Dorian Gray Self imposed isolation so many demons to slay ghosts that have …
Category: Perceptions
Label Maker
Call it what you will Give it a name Wrapped neatly Round peg in a square hole Label it, categorize, alphabetize Comfort zone is not your own Call it what you will My experience is below the belt Anxiety felt pressure build up Pit of my stomach Elephant sitting on my chest Close my eyes …
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 …
Leap Of Faith
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 …
Cat Call
Hey...you...pssst...floating Lightly from high above The cement masses Whistles and cat calls Reminiscent of a 50's B flick With blonde bombshells And well manicured mustaches That get twisted when the mood shifts From scene to scene Little girl with grown up shoes Struts her stuff While taking another puff Long thin 100s imported Via her …
Grand Masquerade
Long beach walks, silent talks thoughts and such Wondering if there is a chance, slight possibility cosmic hotline that you are aware, that you can see or hear...me Wondering if this is all just some illusive grand masquerade that is being spun from the tip of wisdom filled tongues, with a blank slate to continually …
Deep Blue Sea
Sailing beyond my senses Open space with no boundaries Wind blows filling sails, leaning so far the rails mesh with the ocean; there is no line or divide...seamless My mind remains clear while demons from the past disappear drift off to a distant edge of the horizon vast and so far far away... With all …
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 …
Oh The Random-ness Of Thought
Half way between here there and everywhere spark an interest douse the flame and the Circle Line has the second best view of a city of sleepwalkers daydreamers Svengali's and the like but man was i wrong when i thought i saw the span of the greatest bridge in the world in your eyes even …
Trilby Yates 