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 …
Long beach walks, silent talks thoughts and such Wondering if there is a chance, slight possibility cosmic hotline that you are aware, that you can see or hear...me Wondering if this is all just some illusive grand masquerade that is being spun from the tip of wisdom filled tongues, with a blank slate to continually …
Hey life what’s the deal, what’s the grand plan scheme of things to come and go screaming from the top of my lungs already full from the up swing of 2011 flying high on the 52nd floor sky scraper clawing its way from Hades to Paradise and it’s never the same kid rush sliding down …
Death doesn't knock before entering unexpected guest comes to call whispers gentle shush soft breeze leaving just the slightest chill on the cheek incomplete bargaining back and forth ready or not sometimes maybe no undetermined peacefulness awaiting off in the distance the unknown throws lovely shadows on us all fear not what is on the …
I don’t know what God stands before me and can’t recite the prayers that slip through fingers bead to bead saints to sinners Act of Contrition is a fear factor while at the end of the day my indiscretions are my own chipping away at the norms, man made rules and regulations yet my heart …
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 …
Walking beyond the dunes sea grass slips between my fingers The roar of the ocean calms my nerves and I remember how you felt beneath the waves The Siren's song whistles in the night carried by an ocean breeze; and every night your memory brings me to my knees And I wonder... Heaven, Hell or …
This is not the day you say for jumping off the beam tallest building bound to leave us breathless and without a cape or crown nothing special will come of it wrapped neatly in superstition and faith the new testament blows dust while the old told a much better tale kept the mind engaged fire …
It's just a round-about way of saying nothing with meaning ...or true intent vibrate In the distance I can hear the song There is a dullness in the roar, and when the dust is kicked up and no one settles in, bullets will be a blazing - glory It really won't matter what pocket you …
Trilby Yates 