Mr. Eric Garner: I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe. 2014 Staten Island NYC police undercover headlock chokehold face down sidewalk compression of the neck compression of the chest …
Category: Political
Rambling-s
A breeze from the north pushes a sense of freedom, blowing smoke vapor - yet, not sure why; it's a bounce back reflective thing I guess; reminiscent of a conflict, a non declared war taking its toll, the body count continued to rise even after it’s proclaimed ending back then, during those days of peace, love and LSD …
Sisterhood
You might call me denigrating names Names, like sticks and stones Could break my bones Yet never truly touch me Names you would not call Your mother, sister, wife or daughter Or maybe, just maybe you would You could try to hold me back ...or attempt to hold me down And if by some cosmic …
Bloodline
We are not a business deal We are not a property to purchase - or to steal We are a tapestry of magnificent color Texture, pattern, ebb and flow Music high, music low We are not a bottom line Deals made, deals signed We are individuals Uniquely defined All related via one bloodline... ©2017 TrilbyYates
Freedom Rings Off Key
Tonight I sleep in a Xanax induced slumber paper gun tucked under my pillow hands tactically placed meditating rosary beads smooth and worn from years of deep sleep prayers never to see the light of day or have the privilege to be heard amongst saints or sinners I land gently with neither while my finger …
Female/Male
If I say words soft and gentle, harsh or vulgar, hold my child close to my breast or have none by choice; if I walk in high heels or barefoot, juggling life and love, work; either way it is all perception depending on which way you hold the prism rainbow glare magnifying all that is …
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 …
Light In The Dark
(from Windows Of The World 2001, by T. Yates) Complete Piece Heart aches uncontrollably Feeling numb and very lost So much of what we knew is in rubble People pass by with hollow eyes – They shudder too often without warning I flinch and hold my breath when an airplane fly’s overhead Sirens scream recreating …
Cave Of Darkness
Puzzled by your lacking - "...my view from high above any empirical consequence and my simple perception.." - of integrity Your eyes grow wide With a glimmer of delight As if you have just received A gift An award Crowned King Shock value is short lived And I question myself more now ...not just your …
Trilby Yates 