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…
Candles burn casting shadowsa light in the dark faith and doubt procrastinatedancers of the night vacillateordained by the devout ...and the naysayers incense lingers - aromatherapycomforting the senses stained glass bleeds detailed images three wise men a virgin a whore a boy child held high aboveheavenly clouds and baby angelswe pray in silenceScientific chatter - …
....thinking back don't give a damn about so many things that used to be paramount to this vehicle this lump of flesh and bone saltwater draw like a fish I could jump in leap of faith no wings of better angels fluttering in the perfection of a sea breeze just the magnification of gills lung-esk …
If I say words soft and gentle, harsh or vulgar, hold my child close to my breast or have none by choice; if I walk in high heels or barefoot, juggling life and love, work; either way it is all perception depending on which way you hold the prism rainbow glare magnifying all that is …
Puzzled by your lacking - "...my view from high above any empirical consequence and my simple perception.." - of integrity Your eyes grow wide With a glimmer of delight As if you have just received A gift An award Crowned King Shock value is short lived And I question myself more now ...not just your …
you look at Me Us Them with distaste that lingers and always falls away with an echoing vibration sounds of objection rejection a judgment of values integrity who are you to place the burden of your own dysfunction lacking onto a generation of Angel Women with Wings of Gold that carried us from sticks and …
You think - therefore you are You've got my number So to speak abstract Interchangeable female As is the status quo Mindless ramblings Of the current fool du jour We are all the same Gender bender screw off High heeled shoes and some slick lip gloss Plumping sexual montage Careful not to step inside Your deviant mind …
Those days of laughter, shared smiles, a nod of knowing... they aren't over yet are they?Inquisitive questions innocently posed in a way that only the high and mighty could possibly answer... And when the heart feels even the slightest bit of anticipation - like a dove taking flight ...peaceful wings span, joy and exhilaration occur …
Trilby Yates 