I don't know man I'm drifting around kind of blurry eyed and every time I think I've got it right - every time I think there is a turning of the tide some asshole steps up and shines a bright light on all my hiding places And I am not sure if anyone cares and …
Tag: death
Heaven, Hell Or Brooklyn
Walking beyond the dunes sea grass slips between my fingers The roar of the ocean calms my nerves and I remember how you felt beneath the waves The Siren's song whistles in the night carried by an ocean breeze; and every night your memory brings me to my knees And I wonder... Heaven, Hell or …
God Is Not Dead
Words quietly spoken Words floating in the night Billowing halo warped wrap around words spoken quietly God is dead God is dead - Faith is a belief not based on proof Faith is a tapestry silk and satin weaving through heart into soul head into heart Not tangible to touch but a magical sensation weaving through heart …
Straight To Hell
This is not the day you say for jumping off the beam tallest building bound to leave us breathless and without a cape or crown nothing special will come of it wrapped neatly in superstition and faith the new testament blows dust while the old told a much better tale kept the mind engaged fire …
Tidal Push
February, Valentines Day 2007. We celebrated the way lovers do. We had hope and such a bright future planned. Our time felt fluid and the perfection was without mention... Two days later it was as if someone had cut the cord; our lifeline snapped and everything changed, shifted forever. Lung cancer, stage 4... We now …
I Want
I walk a fine line, a tight rope from polar vortex to polar vortex A non space in the middle troposphere that extends into the stratosphere Earthly fears never hold me back; I don't ever look back ...except when reminiscing over candle light I am a borderline narcissist as most of my friends; - but …
Not That Kid
Making gum wrapper chains snap pop New York kid shuffle innocence was a game we never intended to play it was always like blowing smoke into the wind choking on the fumes brown paper bag huffing the last boat has sailed and it doesn't matter any more because the kid can't swim anyway and the …
My Lovers Gone
There is a story, it is my own It fills all the spaces and lines that lead in and around the deepest and most shallow - like a wading pool, or sandbar - water up to my knees floating sensation into the abyss of joyfulness - all part of my mind Energy free form soaring, …
Someone Is Shouting Jihad
Clear Parisian sky a sweet night to live and die without purpose or validation of intent but a twist of fate walking down the Champs Elysees and in my heart there is a love song and bright city lights and what is that I heard you say not in a soft whisper but accusatory verbiage …
Trilby Yates 