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…
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 …
October blows in like a wounded animal screaming profanities of pain and discomfortand I'm under the covers, a frightened child with my own wounded psyche lost in the sound of the wind whispering the Hail Mary, Hail Mary, full of grace full of grace, Our Father who...full of grace, the Lord is with thee Our …
He whispers something or other as if magically my heart will open to things forgotten and with each word stirs memories better left in a pine box six feet under and wisdom is more or less a forgiveness of past sins I wrap myself in a silk kimono and slip back into his arms where …
The wind blows across the harbor And I'm aware the feel isn't the same No east coast bend or sudden slap Across the face gusts or galePacific Ocean has an opposite vibration It rattles to the bone; shakes the docks it doesn't rollAnd a shadow from the past hovers It doesn't dance or shimmy around …
If passion were a color We would be wrapped In-between the awe ofPrimary and shadowThe morning light Peaks through the clouds The canyon has an echo bounce But I can never hear the rain You warn be carefulDon't fall out of the window I laugh and move closer to you The only thing I'm afraid …
He said he was with someone else because...she took him homeA place I've never known I just shrugged and kicked the can down the road Sometimes it's just alright, it's alright...everything will be alrightI held his hand and felt his pulse begin to rise Without giving it a second thought or a moment to say …
Trilby Yates 