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…
There is a sweet song simmering in the background Every once in a while the volume increases and the clarity of each note each pause and space vibrates to perfectionWhat do I have to let go of to be received?What do I have to hold onto to be conceived?I'm a solo dancer tapping in the …
Sailing beyond my sensesOpen space with no boundariesWind blows filling sails, leaning so far the railsmesh with the ocean; there is no line or divide…seamlessMy mind remains clear while demons from the pastdisappear, drift off to a distant edge of the horizonvast and so far, far away…With all my experiences and all that has yet …
There is something about the way Early morning light bounces and throws patterns Lacy images shadows outline of a lovers bodyReminders of times and momentsI hold so dear so tightly my chest achesWith no reason clarity or explanation of my own And every song that ever moved me Or word that held me with gentle …
Morning cup of coffee held with both handsSun is on the rise with sand under my feet I walkSounds of the sea are a lullaby Meditational Om a direct line to my hearts beat Continuous regardless of how my spirit feelsHere in this place tiny island New England heaven I can breathe I can weep …
I move reluctantly from the fire escaping into the mist of a fog drifting off to a place of peaceful reverie - my preference over the day to day reality where love can be a facade Lyrics to old love songs hold my heart tenderly I lean into each notesway to the sound words embrace …
Standing on a jetty, tide is beginning to kick up And just when a ray, a sliver of light begins to seep Between night fall and and the sun rising Dark clouds begin to part...hope does floatI'm engulfed in what could be...loveWhat I dream about; conjured memory recall But yet here I stand not truly …
Walking in a field high above the cliffs the wild flowers, bees and butterflies weave and flutter; a hypnotic dance I can hear the tide, the rise, the fall crashing against a rocky shore line at times gentle; a soothing caress my heart skips multiple beats fulfillment and longing; I am a contradictionof emotions © …
Oh there you are again making your grand entranceMadame X waltzing in like an Olympic skater on ice - glideOr maybe this time my own personal serial killer Disguised as stability; slashing anything that brings me to that moment - yet fleeting - of knowing the coast is clear When I can remove the layers …
Old man sits with his back to the wallA clear view of his surroundings; doors, windows There is nothing left up to chance not even ghosts from his pastBlack crow's cage hangs from a hook in the ceilingAnd when the wind whistles it sends a chill across the marsh One doesn't have to wonder or …
Trilby Yates 