Flickering flash light sparkling florescent glitter weaving shadowy reflections and sounds vibrating - Imagine: tiny poetic dancers movements fluttering on stucco walls texture rubs the senses with twirling drips of a grand illusion fan fare and flags waving... with no peaceful conclusion - Yet the heart continues to pose question after question without clarity - the …
Tag: freedom
United By Gender
There is no safety zone or comfort in numbers The votes have been cast - opinions abound The tides are turning, and at the risk of an uprising, United By Gender the battle will rage on As my grandmother, my mother before me and the females that will come after; our right to express and …
Fisherman’s Walk
Fisherman Walk All the battles that rage around us hands of the clock never stop and we step forward with the hope and promise that what we believe to be true is coming from a higher power and not just the back pocket of some man with a plan and a fetish for fame and fortune – or what …
Revolution
It's raining down collective societal conscience a shift, slap and pat down of fear based rhetoric something so sinister it retracts common morality; lean to the right and hear a reptilian hiss... dissipating truth from fiction power is an addiction - if we slither in groups It's something we can find in our history books …
Not That Kid
Making gum wrapper chains snap pop New York kid shuffle innocence was a game we never intended to play it was always like blowing smoke into the wind choking on the fumes brown paper bag huffing the last boat has sailed and it doesn't matter any more because the kid can't swim anyway and the …
Forever #JeSuisCharlie
They are like air non-tangible of no material substance - Yet they are powerful! Thoughts, words, opinions, perceptions dialogue; internal, external beliefs, doubts, questions, answers All up in the air Throw it against the wall ...to see what sticks or lands on the floor - Pen to paper, pen in hand Words, caricatures They are …
Delicately Choreographed Dance
By the end of this dream life as we glide or stumble from path to journey road block or stepping stone not a macabre scheme in the moment unaware of the transformation the information the lack of overload double-fisted hands of fate stride in never tipping "its" intention knowing full well ignorance is not a …
Trilby Yates 