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…
Sun rises above NYC - glorioushot pink splashing across the sky with fingerprints of a lingering nightand I'm stumbling around like some kind of innocent still asking the same questions and still wondering whymaybe it has more to do with the bend in me than the way the world spins slightly off kilterwhite knuckling burn …
Clouds billowing, flowing about like sheets blowing in the wind Backyard clothesline posts lean against an aging Mother NatureSails on a boat filling up to come about, tacking from east to westAnd looking up into the sky like a child seeing images of love, laughter, imaginary animals and castles in the sky;rather than the evils …
There is a time and place for everything And when there is a cold rain falling dragging me down bringing me down comfort zone sanctuary I stand alone - Saving Grace Off in the distance my sins are being washed away On my knees praying to - someone for relief and who can tell when there …
Trilby Yates 