Making gum wrapper chains snap pop New York kid shuffle innocence was a game we never intended to play it was always like blowing smoke into the wind choking on the fumes brown paper bag huffing the last boat has sailed and it doesn't matter any more because the kid can't swim anyway and the …
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The Boys
Early morning, a few blinking street lights off in the distance Red flashing color slices its way through the darkness; "...stop don't rush the day has not dawned yet..." Perfection in, just bitter enough coffee with a dash of cinnamon - aroma therapy a sentimental tapping into a holiday season that has always resonated peace …
My Lovers Gone
There is a story, it is my own It fills all the spaces and lines that lead in and around the deepest and most shallow - like a wading pool, or sandbar - water up to my knees floating sensation into the abyss of joyfulness - all part of my mind Energy free form soaring, …
Someone Is Shouting Jihad
Clear Parisian sky a sweet night to live and die without purpose or validation of intent but a twist of fate walking down the Champs Elysees and in my heart there is a love song and bright city lights and what is that I heard you say not in a soft whisper but accusatory verbiage …
Carrying Our Secrets
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 …
Mother Nature Is Kind
Tree branches bend and shuffle an old soft shoe saw dust on the floor scat to the seductive blow of the wind the strength and force of Mother Nature the female mother Queen of Rag Queen Bee stings like a bitch stings with venom and a cure to sooth the wretched soul a force to …
My Brother
Your father is not mine My mother is yours We grew up in the same house Your eyes are blue Mine brown We shared the same dreams and nightmares You carried yours As a concealed weapon hidden Mine on my sleeve A rebel flag fully exposed You ran with the wind at your back chasing …
Shifting Blame Shifting Time
Shifting time, shifting blame an overly exposed place to be Like an old black and white film silence in the dramatic - pronunciation classification weakened domination of thought and word daydreams soothing It is a beautifully worn white albatross hanging with ease from your neck - you never take it off ...moved quietly with your …
Burn Out Blues And Bust
Organic moon light heart pounding brilliance bursting from the seams slipping from the sidewalls of a passion pit Fumbling for the remote control flip the switch from brilliance to boredom... And some where out there is the second coming of my redemption The second coming of a new day with promise and intention Lasting longer …
Trilby Yates 