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…
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 - …
Long beach walks, silent talks thoughts and such Wondering if there is a chance, slight possibility cosmic hotline that you are aware, that you can see or hear...me Wondering if this is all just some illusive grand masquerade that is being spun from the tip of wisdom filled tongues, with a blank slate to continually …
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 …
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 …
Trilby Yates 