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…
1.1.1.1. flashing retro orb lights from the past disco ball spin off and somewhere out there in the abyss of bullshit and reflections simmering off the cuff comments and intentions are flying high touch down no return choices made one on one excised from the heart like cancer from the soul scarred and somewhat tattered …
Silence is golden, a cherished gift If looked at from the flip side I can go there sometimes; with a gentle push From those that love me Allowing me to rest, to let the fragility Of my heart to take a break Not to skip a beat or hold hand to chest; But a peaceful …
Sometimes, I sleep walk bumping into my own walls The box seems much smaller in the dark When lights are low and the music is barely an annoying hum That penetrates my one remaining salvation…the silence within And there are always those questions that never see the break of dawn Or the answers that would …
Skyline sunrise, sunset; distant star off to the left shines bright Wisdom goes hand in hand with missteps and slit wrists; a metaphor to describe and convey the impact - dramatic effect and such Sleepless nights, slow mornings, afternoons turn into evenings without incident And when memories dance about it's as if some cruel entity …
Ode to the single woman with a hammer and box cutter Lifting, pushing, slicing, unpacking - duct tape is the enemy A neck and neck tie with the quiet moments That slip between each half assed unfinished ENDLESS task - epitome of hyperbole It's the down side of up awash the shift Daily itinerary and …
Late night steam roller street lights shimmer and all I can hope for is an uneventful return to my home safe haven middle of the bed sleepless nights I've lost the power of prayer uneasy borderline reckless and I can't guarantee the right path is the one to take choices made promises unspoken holding wounds close …
Midnight, 1:47AM EST 3:00AM EST tick tock Tick tock 3:57AM EST Tick tock, tick tock Hands of the clock Slo-mo no rhythm No rhyme Counting sheep A pathway to sleep 5:05AM EST Skipping stones Jump the track Don't look back Don't look back Slo-mo no rhythm No rhyme A reluctant move forward Keep it simple …
Hush little baby... don't you cry, don't you cry Night closes in, surround sound lull Bags packed, slipping out before the early morning sunrise Old Man Winter blows; disbelief - shadows in the night Dreams shift like images from an old romantic movie, - black and white soft painful blur; time does not stands still …
Off the grid hanging on by a mere thread And what goes around comes around Full circle makes my head spin - takes my breath away When the past rears its angelic head Emotions tap dance with absentee partners Now and then all the best intentions Turn from blue skies to a storm brewing I …
Trilby Yates 