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…
A new year is right around the corner I can't relate to the hype or drama,the glitz or glamour; promises made, only to be broken a few days later the only promise I hold onto is that the sun will rise in the east, set in the west and the tide will shift according to …
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 …
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 