Ramblings... A conversation with self...yes, I get tired. Yes, I slip in and out of total disbelief...still, almost how many years later? Yes, I question what it all means. Yes, I wonder what my future holds. And yes, I fear the thought of moving forward and the thought of not... I dream of a music …
Tag: music
Never Felt A Sunrise
Notes float synchronize cool blues steal guitar slide old love song the line rolls something like this or that doesn’t matter much if you get my point and I know you do… “…I never saw a sunset until I met you babe…” and so the story goes from one seductive phrase to another leaving much …
Blow Sweet Melody
Mr. Sunshine steps off to the left with a wave of his hand, bowing majestically, “After you my dear,” soft tones of highs and lows with a Cheshire smile to make the gesture complete… full circle swing Caution takes the lead, nods in confirmation gingerly moving past the man who holds the Jester hostage and …
Distant Drummer
Tiny pearls of wisdom worn like a thorny crown fall delicately and lay in contrast against tanned skin of a woman's breast; who once held a passion for love in the palm of her hand As a sea breeze dances around her, her precious soul floats along the widows walk without intent Subtleties of a …
Let It Go
Saw myself running in my dreams Heard the crash of the rising tide Like a child's lullaby I let its soothing sound rush up and rush over me And in the loneliest moments I knew there really wasn't much left to do ...but let it go, let it go Looking up into the deepest blue …
Love Is A Mirror
Sticks to skins the beat plays on... off in a lofty place the vibration of cymbals chime with emotion as the angels recall a song once sung and it doesn’t’ matter who the player is as long as they play with veracity now and then come together like film clips that drop to the floor …
Forgiveness
Too much time has passed I've forgotten the words to some of the best songs I have ever written And it is a damn shame when the lyrics and rhythm dissipate into the wind like a fog or puff of steamy vapor A transparent ...never really able to grasp at straw sense of loss Today …
Mojo Kicking In
Slipping off pseudo Dr. Freud's leather couch $250 an hour to soothe my fevered brow - ease a weary torn soul from thoughts and memories demons haunting past that push the limits crowding the 3rd eye - blind to a convoluted way of life... nothing travels in a straight line moving again and again as the moon swings around the the earth such a grandiose plan …
Red Vinyl
Static New York accents float With abrasive intent throughout the diner – Burnt smoky bacon thick cut it with a knife smell Fills the air bouncing off cracked Half-assed some kind of repair Duct tapped red vinyl booth seats Screaming 1950’s decor reminiscent of happier days Attaching its vibration to anyone that happens to be …
Trilby Yates 