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…
Red white and blue Shimmering lights flash Sound blaring local news International twist Internal grind gnawing away At our sense of humanity We may have lost the battle - but we have not lost the war There is always time to shift gears Focus on and revise the plan From head to heart And heart …
Drifting timeline moving with a renewed inspiration - Reluctance hovers above... Shifting weight from left to right and all that comes around is the absence of good will... The side stepping warmonger pounding of the chest beating the drum soars with an intense vibration that pierces the right side of the brain and shoots into …
Illuminating star bursts shattered glass piercing penetration shock your system set back sound crackling bolt of lightening never - strikes twice never - strikes twice same place same time wind blows dust circles whipped into a frieze there's no place - like home there's no place - like home lost track of ones own self …
I can feel the beat of the drum that repetitive mesmerizing all to familiar vibration that pounds deep in the heart blood pumping adrenaline rush of those that can not see beyond their own insecurities - fears egos soar high above with the wing span - symbolic majestic strength of an eagle - hawk mentality …
Trilby Yates 