I take words like a source of energy spinning them into a beautiful telling novella emotional roller coaster ride power ball spin into the heavens They have no beginning, they have no end I gently lay them out on a vaporous black velvet texture-less veil the words pop like firecrackers sparks fly intentions soar and …
Tag: love
Not That Kid
Making gum wrapper chains snap pop New York kid shuffle innocence was a game we never intended to play it was always like blowing smoke into the wind choking on the fumes brown paper bag huffing the last boat has sailed and it doesn't matter any more because the kid can't swim anyway and the …
The Boys
Early morning, a few blinking street lights off in the distance Red flashing color slices its way through the darkness; "...stop don't rush the day has not dawned yet..." Perfection in, just bitter enough coffee with a dash of cinnamon - aroma therapy a sentimental tapping into a holiday season that has always resonated peace …
My Lovers Gone
There is a story, it is my own It fills all the spaces and lines that lead in and around the deepest and most shallow - like a wading pool, or sandbar - water up to my knees floating sensation into the abyss of joyfulness - all part of my mind Energy free form soaring, …
Push The Beat
Oh man, man its a drop the straw from your mouth head shaking spasm flash back to a past better left alone - moment But anyway, remember, do you remember when I fell in love and you didn't know what to do so you fell on your sword - it only took that first drop …
Depression
Shades drawn closed darkness blankets every corner of the room shadows become one flattened and obscure off in the distance are muted sounds a whistling tea pot hopefully someone will attend to its needs wrapped gingerly within solitary seclusion and doubt ...insecurity has become a knife held to my throat by my own hand widow's …
Someone Is Shouting Jihad
Clear Parisian sky a sweet night to live and die without purpose or validation of intent but a twist of fate walking down the Champs Elysees and in my heart there is a love song and bright city lights and what is that I heard you say not in a soft whisper but accusatory verbiage …
Carrying Our Secrets
It's just a round-about way of saying nothing with meaning ...or true intent vibrate In the distance I can hear the song There is a dullness in the roar, and when the dust is kicked up and no one settles in, bullets will be a blazing - glory It really won't matter what pocket you …
Mother Nature Is Kind
Tree branches bend and shuffle an old soft shoe saw dust on the floor scat to the seductive blow of the wind the strength and force of Mother Nature the female mother Queen of Rag Queen Bee stings like a bitch stings with venom and a cure to sooth the wretched soul a force to …
Trilby Yates 