The sound of footsteps shuffle by slow drag on the left side some memories linger like a full kiss soft lips boy sitting under a full moon church yard by the lake Parisian night smell of canvas and oils - chalk images outline nude figures hands of romance radiant eyes your touch was all I …
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Just Another If I could
If I could I would... Sell everything I own Close all my bank accounts Never pay taxes that would fund another war Let my hair grow long and wear it in dread locks Sleep on the beach under a sky filled with stars Spend endless hours walking the shoreline collecting sea glass and shells Once …
Dance Away My Fears
The past seeps into some kind of abstract perspective My own different from yours - I am sure My spin, my angle from where I sleep never falls short of illusive Yours, off in the distant fog - sails full wind blows coast to coast, shore to shore drop off You catch sea foam in …
Same Old
Stumbling down the road I don’t waste time looking back But, the past is like a dog with an unforgettable bone …just wont give it up or let it go And not that any of it matters They say I am where I’m supposed to be; according to the universe, biorhythms and time charts, even …
House The Demons
He smiles, kicks back - relax...do you want a drink beautiful? Flattery falls from his lips, diamonds of perfection His fingers glide through his long silver hair, he's in his comfort zone He can hold his own in a crowd of young bombers Slow like a cat on the prowl he gets up stretches across the room …
Fade Away
Waited past midnight for stones tossed on the window pane, Til the Sand Man made his way and sent me on an alternative journey ~ Mr. Goodbar took my hand leading me to dreams of another kind… Singing lullabies with fingers crossed and a wink of the eye, You - reluctantly fade away ~ Early …
God Is Not Dead
Words quietly spoken Words floating in the night Billowing halo warped wrap around words spoken quietly God is dead God is dead - Faith is a belief not based on proof Faith is a tapestry silk and satin weaving through heart into soul head into heart Not tangible to touch but a magical sensation weaving through heart …
Shifting Blame Shifting Time
Shifting time, shifting blame an overly exposed place to be Like an old black and white film silence in the dramatic - pronunciation classification weakened domination of thought and word daydreams soothing It is a beautifully worn white albatross hanging with ease from your neck - you never take it off ...moved quietly with your …
Hell
There are days when little to nothing can move within the close quarters of the walls now self proclaimed as barren – claustrophobia is a weakness to some that steps up when all else fails and yes there is some comfort in the self imprisonment confinement the familiar the nest of being able to reach …
Trilby Yates 