My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
'Tis the season for holiday cheerfor some it's an innate time of dreadsome, glow from head to toe;counting down to that momentous daywhen the path of kings and gods alike collidea child is born; the story is told; Old Testament, New Testament, King James elegant English words stirring emotions, provoking versions, bible toting for the …
Candles burn casting shadowsa light in the dark faith and doubt procrastinatedancers of the night vacillateordained by the devout ...and the naysayers incense lingers - aromatherapycomforting the senses stained glass bleeds detailed images three wise men a virgin a whore a boy child held high aboveheavenly clouds and baby angelswe pray in silenceScientific chatter - …
Today I release the shadow of my vulnerabilities;and as I stand here amidst the wreckage I feel the ground shaking, trembling and I hear the bones of my soul rattle - a sacred sound to a sinners earBeneath my feet deep within the earths surface as if the fault lines have been cracked wide open …
Flying high on a bit of love and laughterand you just never surrender to the sounds. And me well hey what's it all aboutnothing happen here so I'll just fade away. "Doesn't matter much" mumbled under raspy voice with a touch of somethin or other weird ass'd mix of smoke and wine...the illegal kind. I'm goin to …
October blows in like a wounded animal screaming profanities of pain and discomfortand I'm under the covers, a frightened child with my own wounded psyche lost in the sound of the wind whispering the Hail Mary, Hail Mary, full of grace full of grace, Our Father who...full of grace, the Lord is with thee Our …
When the world is spinning out of control and there is no direction - up or down All I want to do is jump from here to there, never to return to this place of malice But, the background sound of life's merry-go-round drowns out and mutes the roar that rumbles just beneath the skin's …
Emptiness is a hollow space longing to fill a void Longing to feel a sense of grace ...sanctioned by the loved and lost Where all the plus and minus’s are scorned Thinly veiled and sharp edges cut deep wounds Splinters of blood appear thicker than water And grace will come like a ray of sunlight …
I was dreaming, sleepy comfort zone Walking with my big brother Familiar streets a memory of our time together A sensation wisps of joy of safety of family His smile beaming my pride worn like a badge of honor Beaming like a light into the future A beacon in the night guidance rough seas ahead …
Cloth folds perfection in the creases piled high anxiety I breathe in - deep exhaling the pain out that chokes so much of what remains running through my veins even when I’m semi-comatose to the daily grind and flowers are tossed in the trash day two wilt don’t worry there will always be more tomorrow …
Trilby Yates 