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…
Throwing stones broken glass splinters Tiny pieces glisten catching sunlight Just before landing captured prisms Pressed between pages Leather embossed binding Sit on a shelf A distant corner Antiquated book store - Conscious Storage and Recollections Of Data Madame Rue placed a hidden message Page 444 thirty something years ago - man of your dreams …
Trip wire side step one foot on land the other wading in a tide rising and when you pass between my sense of reality and fantasy it's an old time black and white romantic comedy in slow motionme classic widow in black garb you handsome con-man hat in handintentional filter to soften imperfections but a …
One in the sameUniquely similarUncomfortably familiarMoving full circleLike it or notIt is what it isWho's whoAnd what's whatNarcissistic dialogueOne of a kindFeedback loops aroundChoking someFreeing othersFind your niche babyHip Hop BobbysoxerBohemianBeat GenerationHobo BansheeHippieHipsterGen X Y Z AlphaShacking upHanging outFree loveFriends with benefitsFriends of friendsAcquaintanceStrangersOne night standHit and runBlind dateHooking up What the fuckAll I know …
Half way between here, there and everywhereSparks of interest; dousing the flame...and the Circle Line has the 2nd best viewOf a city of sleepwalkers, daydreamers - Svengali’s and the likeBut I was mistaken when I thought I sawThe span of the greatest bridge in the worldIn your eyes - even though I never noticedIf you …
Middle of the night wake up call; a gentle humWhile off in the distance a fog horn blowsSweet songs of love and longing - my soul shiftsAnticipation; the sounds of mourning doves cooing Pre-dawn a new day's potential is just an illusion Holding my imagination like a child with a short attention spanKnowing I can …
Wrapped in another causebells and whistles banners and such I walk the walk and talk the talk but when the train drags me home and I'm walking down the sidewalk my pace slows and my heart races as I sink into the emptiness that is waiting for me 3rd floor walk up with glorious windows …
I float - occasionally the tips of my toes Touch down gently; a soft sacred grounding A moment of salvation; a need to clear ...my head and heart Life, I have discovered cannot be lived To it's fullest beauty holding onto images Of a boy and girl from so long ago Photographs from yearbooks past …
Deep breath in; now, blow, blow, blow Reluctance sits uncomfortably in the middle of my chest my heart beat skips and races like a petulant child and each day moves me one day further from the source of my discomfort, lack of intuition, sense of betrayal and loss I ponder less and less what was …
Deep sleep dreams slip from an image to a place Lost in time travel, yet it all makes sense Moment to moment, breath to breathless, deepest solitude Once I climbed a mountain high, stood at the summit Reached up, stretched finger tips and grabbed the sun The only burn I felt was my ego as …
Trilby Yates 