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…
I walked over the Brooklyn Bridge the crowd was hyped upwe knew god was on our side some guy on the right said he would put a bullet in my headdid I prefer center right or leftI told him to go fuck himself and blew him a kisswhen it came time to speak I saw …
Red white and blue Shimmering lights flash Sound blaring local news International twist Internal grind gnawing away At our sense of humanity We may have lost the battle - but we have not lost the war There is always time to shift gears Focus on and revise the plan From head to heart And heart …
New York City's Side walk Grey scale rush Crowded void 400,000 strong Zip-locked masses Shoulders bump Causing discomfort And souls bounce Woman wrapped In Belief garb Floats in a mystical fog Feet don't seem To touch the ground Too close for comfort One might say One might have A sense of push back Automatic reaction …
Trilby Yates 