Early morning light peers through tiny cracks like a private eye - subtle surveillance Between nightmares and day-dreams there is a harsh sense that shoots across the sky As reality focuses on the blurred vision of weary eyes and the only time line has spanned the universe A love that lives in another sphere…what is …
Tag: death
Dance Away My Fears
The past seeps into some kind of abstract perspective My own different from yours - I am sure My spin, my angle from where I sleep never falls short of illusive Yours, off in the distant fog - sails full wind blows coast to coast, shore to shore drop off You catch sea foam in …
Options
Tag H tight around my wrist black face no numbers only the second hand moving slowly in a continuous circle no stops along the way no pointed direction a loop same pace same tick, tick, tick patterned rhythm great for skipping the speed bumps in the road or taking the long way repetitive motion stoking …
Metal And Flesh
You don't have to say anything Choices made set in stone sometimes silence is golden sometimes silence speaks volumes Sit tight in your plastic palace higher than a kite flies up and above all the trash talk Bobble headed shift and shuffle shakers who could care more or less Another gun goes off mind to hand …
Sleepless
It’s 4AM what are you doing up? Please don’t ask me questions... I can’t sleep, dreams fill my mind and echo’s are shattering-ly loud bouncing off every hiding place, every non-ordained sanctuary I’ve created in this miserable year don’t ask me questions about why I can’t sleep why the dreams keep coming and going almost …
Umbrella Of The 2nd Amendment
It all seems very inconsequential relevant to only a few in the moment perception wrapped in a bloody cloth carried around in a shoulder bag right side of the cause and you will weep for your neighbor kiss the ground you stand on thankful your home remains in tact people in glass houses shouldn't throw …
Fade Away
Waited past midnight for stones tossed on the window pane, Til the Sand Man made his way and sent me on an alternative journey ~ Mr. Goodbar took my hand leading me to dreams of another kind… Singing lullabies with fingers crossed and a wink of the eye, You - reluctantly fade away ~ Early …
Nothing More
Death doesn't knock before entering unexpected guest comes to call whispers gentle shush soft breeze leaving just the slightest chill on the cheek incomplete bargaining back and forth ready or not sometimes maybe no undetermined peacefulness awaiting off in the distance the unknown throws lovely shadows on us all fear not what is on the …
Comedy Is In The Tragic
A cast of characters parade and dance with delight Sabotage the plot skewed view of how the story could go Should go but didn't...or did it? Questions from the observer, birds eye view Critics words strewn about from an avant garde status Wrapped in the warm glow of stained glass Yet frigid to an intruders …
Trilby Yates 