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 for holiday cheerfor some it's an innate time of dreadsome, glow from head to toe;counting down to that momentous daywhen the path of kings and gods alike collidea child is born; the story is told; Old Testament, New Testament, King James elegant English words stirring emotions, provoking versions, bible toting for the …
Early morning in the city sun begins to rise - Big Apple shine World wide center of the universe And when love fly's by it's an overhead Of all that is old and all that is new Side-walk up beat and the heart remains open To this or that and all the in-between Although the …
He writes about birds flying over the marsh looking for prey A broad wing hawk soaring near the tiny airport that sits high in the middle of the island It is a divine messenger, you are protected Northern sea fowl diving in chilled waves Seals resting on rocks; a pure sense of nature, God and …
Zip ties, dead bolt locked up tight Cardboard boxes, wrapping paper and tape Piles of questions and lost hopes - reflection, reflection Hindsight is a pathway to If only, what if I should have, could have, Why didn't I? Am I a reluctant recipient? Widow Of The Harbor - forever more? Walking alone because time …
Yea, I can't quite shake the dreams that haunt me those images that play out slowly drag on black and white as if from another time another sliver between now and then a wedge between the past and the present moving forward is a monumental task and I'm spent man worn to the bone sitting …
(from Windows Of The World 2001, by T. Yates) Complete Piece Heart aches uncontrollably Feeling numb and very lost So much of what we knew is in rubble People pass by with hollow eyes – They shudder too often without warning I flinch and hold my breath when an airplane fly’s overhead Sirens scream recreating …
Slight of hand with a side twist of fate smoke and mirrors up in a puff vaporize shifting grey eyes grab a hold of what is near and dear only one that gets out alive is the Svengali in us all with hands thrust deeply in the back pocket of our neighbors while holding a …
I am a prisoner of time and space held within the boundaries of a sanctioned God anointed birth the law of the land the law of religion and unquestioned faith the law of responsibility to all those that have come before and after the psychological weapons chains of societal norms guilt, shame, selfishness keeping me …
Darkest of the night when spoken simple words ...my love the light lands perfectly You have the face of an angel Saving grace and all that we were taught in stained glass cathedrals Ceilings reaching out grabbing hold of the heavens with windows that bleed Holiest of waters pouring onto the faithless Color soothes the soul for sinners and not …
Trilby Yates 