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 …
Tag: love
Train Ride
Long train ride NYC to CT eyes close images sharpen and the senses seem unusually high and maybe it was the way you kissed me or the way your hand was gently placed in the lowest part of my back pulling me close swaying to the music dancing has never felt so seductive brushing my …
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 …
My Heart Reveals
Summer slumber dreams billow in a warm breeze while fall steps out in colored glory and my heart reflects all that have come and all that have gone regret seems a shallow grave without substance or worry so as time passes... and it does questions of what it all meant rise above the sense of …
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 …
What We Knew Then
I wish you were my friend my confidant lover the one that would hold me close when the wind doesn't blow the one that would keep the sails full even though all odds are against us and when the shadows from a dark past come to surface you alone would illuminate my senses clearing the …
Our Worlds Collided
This time of the year comes around sails full and heart strings pull ....which way do I lean A hard wind blows and I still don't know how to live this life ...in the darkness Candle light seeps through veins of hope and the night dances on and on off in the distance a familiar …
Love In Vain
Out stretched finger tips pleading in the darkest night somethings seem distant out of reach; do I ask for too much? Shuffle and flip of the Tarot cards all possibilities are put into mystical perspective the devil plays games with no one! Soul to soul wounded dove tiny petals fall from high above and whispers …
Trilby Yates 