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…
I reached out to the goddess White knuckling it On my knees Rosary in hand Asking for a shiftIn the tide To pull me under Cleanse me of my sins Outed by the guise Of organized religion I admit I am in love With Pope Francis What happens when faith And love collide And all …
Red flowers in a vase; my words written on the wall Late night rendezvous, misunderstoodLove floats above the scent of sage and lavender Candles burn; passion is a helium balloonWhen the message is as intriguing as a note in a bottle Floating, following only the high tidesHat in hand; ....anticipation - an aphrodisiac. © 2022 …
Old man sits with his back to the wallA clear view of his surroundings; doors, windows There is nothing left up to chance not even ghosts from his pastBlack crow's cage hangs from a hook in the ceilingAnd when the wind whistles it sends a chill across the marsh One doesn't have to wonder or …
I took a ride blood red coat with slick black racing stripes Oh dear MC you have loved me unconditionallyMoon roof open so I can breathe so I can feel the wind I can hear the tide shifting gears ocean wide - grindCrystal-like there are no twin snow flakes They fall with a unique tempo …
Spent the night gazing at the stars with the city sky outlining everything naked and in disguise I drifted off to sleep just as my ghosts are coming to call answering few questions and leaving me with more All the nuances of someone that never bleeds out and praying is for the delusional I hold …
Tis the season, yes, tis the seasonfor joy, strength, purity of heart, purity of faithunity in family, friends old and newsharing and giving unconditional love...yet there is a distance in the feelof the Christmas songs- at least for mea detached sense of how blessedwe are all supposed to bewhen the world is explodingwalls going up, …
Lovers come and go; over the years there have been many ...more or less.Skipping stones across the water while a turning tide is like sailing into the wind, but it can be the challenge that makes it all worth it; the proverbial chase or dance. At the end of the day when the sunlight begins …
Today I release the shadow of my vulnerabilities;and as I stand here amidst the wreckage I feel the ground shaking, trembling and I hear the bones of my soul rattle - a sacred sound to a sinners earBeneath my feet deep within the earths surface as if the fault lines have been cracked wide open …
Flying high on a bit of love and laughterand you just never surrender to the sounds. And me well hey what's it all aboutnothing happen here so I'll just fade away. "Doesn't matter much" mumbled under raspy voice with a touch of somethin or other weird ass'd mix of smoke and wine...the illegal kind. I'm goin to …
Trilby Yates 