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…
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 …
Everyday is a live look 360 degree spin off flash Yesterday, last week, Three weeks and counting The fog is setting A full moon on the rise And in my brain Images begin to fade It's as if the imprint Didn't take hold Didn't etch its initials Three levels deep Scratched the surface, Drew blood, …
“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 …
Twilight lasts until the sunrise chases it away A magical part of a new day dawning A continuous repetitive cycle pushing me forward The monotony of it doesn't bore me, nor a life long love Hell bent or chasing angels, I float reluctantly Wind chimes are still; even in the midst of a storm Dream-catchers …
Safe haven low ceilings and bathroom so small... you couldn't change your mind in it 2nd floor reach up and touch the sky blue and gray clouds float by the scent of the ocean fills the air ...once my life my safe haven and now as I sit in this place of the unknown I …
Sky high the room shifts from right to left Right to left or left to right the middle is empty I can't recall, I can't recall as the door closes Lock the blot, slip the chain; get the keys warm blanket jolt I float between the spaces the in-between words and silence Somethings feel flat …
Midnight, 1:47AM EST 3:00AM EST tick tock Tick tock 3:57AM EST Tick tock, tick tock Hands of the clock Slo-mo no rhythm No rhyme Counting sheep A pathway to sleep 5:05AM EST Skipping stones Jump the track Don't look back Don't look back Slo-mo no rhythm No rhyme A reluctant move forward Keep it simple …
Hush little baby... don't you cry, don't you cry Night closes in, surround sound lull Bags packed, slipping out before the early morning sunrise Old Man Winter blows; disbelief - shadows in the night Dreams shift like images from an old romantic movie, - black and white soft painful blur; time does not stands still …
Out stretched finger tips pleading in the darkest night somethings seem distant out of reach; do I ask for too much? Shuffle and flip of the Tarot cards all possibilities are put into mystical perspective the devil plays games with no one! Soul to soul wounded dove tiny petals fall from high above and whispers …
Trilby Yates 