The day before the last day of the year any year with some reluctance and reflective pause we move forward spinning like a top like a wild beast is chasing us the wind whistles silly baby songs in perfect tune of days gone by but we move forward because that is what we do that …
Tag: life
Dear Life,
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 …
You Do Not Know Me
I am a prisoner of time and space held within the boundaries of a sanctioned God anointed birth the law of the land the law of religion and unquestioned faith the law of responsibility to all those that have come before and after the psychological weapons chains of societal norms guilt, shame, selfishness keeping me …
Carte Blanche
Listen to the crimson rattle! Death calls... Feel the labyrinth shake! Earth moves... Is it love pounding at the hearts door? Or could it be the bubbling of skin so thick that no one dare come close enough nor get under it? Embrace the roll that comes when notes and vibrations soar to hidden places …
White Roses
White roses, scent drifts solemn breeze carries me...Delicate petals gingerly placed mournful - Reflect black granite mementos perfection in each bud... Thoughtful colors of the season fall upon me - Mums pumpkin orange shades of gold sunlight yellow ...acknowledge no one leaves this place unmoved by the stillness and grace - Engraved stone tells a …
Rear View Mirror
Background soundtrack sets the stage guitar slides across the room drum beat in-sync with the pounding of a heart gun to hand hand to chest stars shoot across the sky with every breath that is taken looms a thief in the night life circles around without pause or reflection a clean slate second chances become …
Your Bracelet
A non-descript package arrived one day when the earth felt like it had stopped moving and a continuous chill ran from my spine to the center of my chest breathing became a bore without intention or respect to slip away from coast to coast shore to shore would have been more than an effort time …
Glowing In The Wind
Looking away from the coast line drawn in the sand off in the distance flat beat of another song leaves me breathless hope is an addiction that bleeds ambivalence remains with choices made walk away or glide fly high or dig in depth of despair is a drag old wounds don't heal they just gradually …
Starting Over
Starting over 100 nights no sleep for the restless when the weight of my entire life is packed up in card board boxes duct taped and labeled slipping into a comma of lost and found delirium is a slow buzz hang over quietly scanning empty rooms remains less and less of a thrill there isn't …
Trilby Yates 