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 was dreaming about a glorious Heaven While standing in front of the gates to Hell Gehenna and jaded it appeared all that was once light begins to dim As I aimlessly wander lost in my own insecurity, dread I was drawn, lulled; smoke and mirrors, to the old tattered house next door Inside candles …
Your hand pressed against mine Mirroring palm to palm The length of your fingers Make me feel small, vulnerable Your eyes are like an anchor Pulling me under; tidal-wave undertow Last breath confession love - I don’t need you But when night falls like the heart does I’ll want you to stay close Wrapping your …
Walking the shoreline winter winds toss sea foam into the air - (Yes I digress) a familiar tag line used so often, the past collides with the present - life and all of its ups and downs and glory. Glory, its intentions; seriously not lost on me. ...and as if on autopilot (yet another cliché) …
A moment a shuffle throw one back gently put that baby down every musician has a Berklee story none as poignant as mine and you spin storytelling to a new high I can't recall the last time I laughed so hard the last time I laughed...the last time Memory lane dims and time fades agony …
I fell in love with a boy who held music in his hands like a fragile thought that could easily slip away it filled his heart like there was never enough time for all the notes to play making his chest ache the way mine did every time we kissed each others lips making love …
Background soundtrack sets the stage guitar slides across the room drum beat in-sync with the pounding of a heart gun to hand hand to chest stars shoot across the sky with every breath that is taken looms a thief in the night life circles around without pause or reflection a clean slate second chances become …
Small boy tender child Wide brown eyes With an angelic smile… That could melt butter - in his mouth While dripping sweet Saccharine like words Of lies and deceit One push Slight of hand Reaches out To be held - poor little sister Cracked skull Echoed cries and life ...swing in the balance Baby dolls …
Notes float synchronize cool blues steal guitar slide old love song the line rolls something like this or that doesn’t matter much if you get my point and I know you do… “…I never saw a sunset until I met you babe…” and so the story goes from one seductive phrase to another leaving much …
Slipping off pseudo Dr. Freud's leather couch $250 an hour to soothe my fevered brow - ease a weary torn soul from thoughts and memories demons haunting past that push the limits crowding the 3rd eye - blind to a convoluted way of life... nothing travels in a straight line moving again and again as the moon swings around the the earth such a grandiose plan …
Trilby Yates 