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…
The Dead Poet rating "A" makes my heart sing And a photo is like capturing a moment in time Fireflies in a jar, blowing dandelions into the wind with a wish Hanging on like a trapeze artist - grace and daring A sliver of time, a glance, a kiss - your hand holding mineWe walk …
White rose petals fall, finger tip pin prick red blood flows under her majesty's blue sky And the sound of a collective heart beat penetrates the soul; a country that has never scratched the surface of the ground it walks; the land it stole A country that doesn't know - what it doesn't know and …
It’s my story A life learning curve Bend and twist A trip up Occasional fuck up but never a loss A lesson to apply If not - step back rewind Repeat Repeat Until that oh yeah, a-ha gut punch Yes right, right I get it I get it Own it Wrap it in the highest …
I walked with you only to learn what it meant to feel sand and sea washing over me Sand and the sea have a way of cleansing the senses and freeing the soul Twists and turns, knots and noose fall slack and slumber eases its way backward; - nothing short of insomnia I walked with …
Looking out beyond the shifting tide my eyes wander to the most distant imaginary corner Imaginary corner because there is none, really - Out there beyond water and wind; as if a shadow of substance might fall into form, rather than something cast from a cloud above A fine line arches with no beginning and …
Odd the way people come and go floating in and out of my life and as the wind blows it's just another reminder how walking from here to there can more often then not lead to somewhere and it's been years since I've felt the flutter of angel wings against my brow or the holier …
Is this the way it's suppose to be? The way it's supposed to play out? My mind is telling me one thing... but time doesn't seem to be on my side I'm kicking and screaming being dragged through life scuff marks on my hands and knees - Is this really the way it's going to …
"Walking down Canal street, one step, two step knocking every door one step, two step couldn't find a whore ..." Double Dutch jump rope rhymes play that beat baby keep the rhythm keep the time... And I know you know I still have your drum set and play louder and harder everyday just to prove …
Trilby Yates 