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…
Summer time blues drift off as fall rattles its cageThe wind is blowing a gut punch across the sky; with the hopes of some spontaneous recognition Fourth floor apartment to the left; stereo cranked up torches everyone in ear shot...a minimum ten block radiusA memory tapping melody that drifts;lifting the air to an all encompassing …
I saw myself standing on a cloud white and billowy tender to the toucharms outstretch finger tips sparks flying my heart moved to the left and I stepped off into a heavenly abyss pulling from a remote part of my memory images of you and me ...moments in a nano second time warp split that …
Black and white Polaroid Cracked and yellowed hazy soft Almost saintly images float A past that reflects tunnel vision Hells gate only hope for salvation Only hope for a warm way out A stepping off cutting it short train track Silver bullet high dive from New York’s most revered Deep and dark the pain of …
Darkest of the night when spoken simple words ...my love the light lands perfectly You have the face of an angel Saving grace and all that we were taught in stained glass cathedrals Ceilings reaching out grabbing hold of the heavens with windows that bleed Holiest of waters pouring onto the faithless Color soothes the soul for sinners and not …
you look at Me Us Them with distaste that lingers and always falls away with an echoing vibration sounds of objection rejection a judgment of values integrity who are you to place the burden of your own dysfunction lacking onto a generation of Angel Women with Wings of Gold that carried us from sticks and …
I'm jumping off a proverbial Jagged earthbound ledge A sorrowful morning Attempting to let it go A stones throw from everything tangible Didn't take the time to think it through And maybe I never intended to All I can imagine All I can visualize Black and white dramatic effect I'm looking out eyes opened wide …
Walking a path that is unfamiliar Kicking stones at the crossroad and the Crucifix faces places unknown with Hands outstretched pointing the way And while it never touches me Each step wanders further from That sanctuary for poets and martyrs known And the questions of evolution and faith collide With smoke of incense lace pattern’s …
Alternative time burn out and insecurities soar like the wounded angel I once was. Flying too close to the sun a virtue in disguise - And there was a moment of ease and a desire to lean in closer than allowed; to take finger tips to your lips and hush the secrets away. A kiss …
Trilby Yates 