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, yes, tis the seasonfor joy, strength, purity of heart, purity of faithunity in family, friends old and newsharing and giving unconditional love...yet there is a distance in the feelof the Christmas songs- at least for mea detached sense of how blessedwe are all supposed to bewhen the world is explodingwalls going up, …
Slightest turn of the other cheekone side acknowledges the otherin the midst of tragedyAnd as we parade into a house of worshipwearing our Sunday best,sirens blare in the distanceA police presence is feltand it is comforting at timesDifferent from the tender touchof a lovers hand leading the wayto a safer place of ease,a safer place …
twilight clouds roll in wind is a lull but not enough to keep the angst at bay or discomfort within my own skin cutting like a knife to my core slip knot hanging from the rafters and what was worn on my sleeve like a badge of purity faith and honor has been severed and …
“Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword” ― Oscar Wilde “Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound …
White rose petals fall, finger tip pin prick red blood flows under her majesty's blue sky And the sound of a collective heart beat penetrates the soul; a country that has never scratched the surface of the ground it walks; the land it stole A country that doesn't know - what it doesn't know and …
We are not a business deal We are not a property to purchase - or to steal We are a tapestry of magnificent color Texture, pattern, ebb and flow Music high, music low We are not a bottom line Deals made, deals signed We are individuals Uniquely defined All related via one bloodline... ©2017 TrilbyYates
A rush, adrenaline high - his hands shake walking away back stab left over son of a bitch silence engulfs the space on the floor, simplistic empty hole in the wall; questions follow and wounds never heal they go underground waiting for another day to step out and sabotage what tiny thread of hope that …
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 …
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 …
Trilby Yates 