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…
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 …
We have a conversationSame old same old Yet, it never passes the test of timeMy mother won't hold my hand But she told me she would always love me...onceWords spoken dead of night dreams illuminate She comes to me in a haze of clouds A heavenly sound; flutter of angel's wingsI hesitate to remain emotion …
Engulfed in images and memories;times we shared - and there were so manyYears of our hit and miss love affair; joy, tears, love and passion - confusion...And I did love you - maybe I still do on some empirical planeSummer lovers east coast sand and sea,with streets of Paris as a backdrop;always lingering hovering above …
Standing with arms out-stretched leaning into the wind my footing slips, eyes closed - images cascade just like a waterfall in slow motion, color burst; shades of blue one, two, three, four tumbling, tumbling; how can I ignore all that has passed from dirt to dust tossed into the air nothing more, nothing more than …
Sunday morning powers out rain hits the windowpane in that way; that way that reaches deep, gut level memory lane emotional kick A familiar angst; familiar imagery blindsided mind over matter punch, a trigger, time-wind slap back crank You’re nothing more than a shadow cast across the table; a marionette of fate and foe, as …
Ice cubes in a glass Tito's poured slowly tonic two fingers from the top slice of lime juice rubbed around the rim walk outside feel the ocean breeze and drift away we sit across a small table from one another candle light spins time into a void you look at me eyes still sky blue …
Nature does not come to me naturally It does not draw me in and enchant me Mesmerizing dancing fantasies It does not set my inner child free Holding the fear close - irrational push pull The child holds it close occasionally letting it go Nature does not entice my lioness spirit to roar Or prompt …
Hey life what’s the deal, what’s the grand plan scheme of things to come and go screaming from the top of my lungs already full from the up swing of 2011 flying high on the 52nd floor sky scraper clawing its way from Hades to Paradise and it’s never the same kid rush sliding down …
A dimly lit room typical bar room glow Maybe, candles flickering - couldn't tell you... mood lighting keeps things soft, keeps life from appearing ...to harsh as per Blanche DuBois Music playing something in the background - for ambiance? Maybe not... I'm never sure of much when my focus is slightly off kilter Anxiety rises, …
Trilby Yates 