If I say words soft and gentle, harsh or vulgar, hold my child close to my breast or have none by choice; if I walk in high heels or barefoot, juggling life and love, work; either way it is all perception depending on which way you hold the prism rainbow glare magnifying all that is …
Tag: law
She
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 …
Holy Resemblance
Slight of hand with a side twist of fate smoke and mirrors up in a puff vaporize shifting grey eyes grab a hold of what is near and dear only one that gets out alive is the Svengali in us all with hands thrust deeply in the back pocket of our neighbors while holding a …
House The Demons
He smiles, kicks back - relax...do you want a drink beautiful? Flattery falls from his lips, diamonds of perfection His fingers glide through his long silver hair, he's in his comfort zone He can hold his own in a crowd of young bombers Slow like a cat on the prowl he gets up stretches across the room …
Weaker Sex
So, so, yeah he looks me up and down stop and pause while all along attempting to prove a point A point he doesn't need to prove Unspoken basic law, basic rule survival of the fittest - in his mind His gaze stops mid way and it tells me; - the power of unspoken words to shut the fuck up …
Looming Weapon Of Destruction
I am not afraid because you say I do not exist I will not question my own faith or hide in the shadows of your looming weapon of destruction ...on the contrary - If to you, I do not exist, you can never destroy me If I am the water slipping through your fingers you …
Delicately Choreographed Dance
By the end of this dream life as we glide or stumble from path to journey road block or stepping stone not a macabre scheme in the moment unaware of the transformation the information the lack of overload double-fisted hands of fate stride in never tipping "its" intention knowing full well ignorance is not a …
Trilby Yates 