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 am not merely made up of the past, the present, potential future; flesh and bone - I am emotions, sensations, feelings, vibrations. the wind or lack of.I am the unknown. the object of your affection. occasional rejection. sequential reflection; yet you do not know me - ©2023 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
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 - …
....thinking back don't give a damn about so many things that used to be paramount to this vehicle this lump of flesh and bone saltwater draw like a fish I could jump in leap of faith no wings of better angels fluttering in the perfection of a sea breeze just the magnification of gills lung-esk …
You might call me denigrating names Names, like sticks and stones Could break my bones Yet never truly touch me Names you would not call Your mother, sister, wife or daughter Or maybe, just maybe you would You could try to hold me back ...or attempt to hold me down And if by some cosmic …
If I say words soft and gentle, harsh or vulgar, hold my child close to my breast or have none by choice; if I walk in high heels or barefoot, juggling life and love, work; either way it is all perception depending on which way you hold the prism rainbow glare magnifying all that is …
Puzzled by your lacking - "...my view from high above any empirical consequence and my simple perception.." - of integrity Your eyes grow wide With a glimmer of delight As if you have just received A gift An award Crowned King Shock value is short lived And I question myself more now ...not just your …
Oh to be Virginia Woolf for a moment in time when words flowed creative process encumbered by despair precious pearls of wisdom masked with conversation sharing verse and wine with the Bloomsbury Group that freed a burdened soul brilliant sorrow deep a pocket full of rocks and a long deliberate walk off a short seductive pier sinking deep into …
you look at Me Us Them with distaste that lingers and always falls away with an echoing vibration sounds of objection rejection a judgment of values integrity who are you to place the burden of your own dysfunction lacking onto a generation of Angel Women with Wings of Gold that carried us from sticks and …
So, so, yeah he looks me up and down stop and pause while all along attempting to prove a point A point he doesn't need to prove Unspoken basic law, basic rule survival of the fittest - in his mind His gaze stops mid way and it tells me; - the power of unspoken words to shut the fuck up …
Trilby Yates 