Cold winter days circle around in a flurry snowflakes fall gently solitude in daydreams and sweet whispered words make me blush at the thought of what could be if only to let go... I wonder if we are a good fit or if when time tells its tall tale an unedited version of truth - …
Tag: passion
Mulling It Over
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 …
Geographically Undesirable
The rain is falling Wind is singing songs Beyond the dunes Dark clouds form overhead And the waves have Kicked up a notch Perfect back drop For a romantic at heart Pinned with dedication To my worn out sleeve I walk barefoot in the tide Emotions and passion Rush in pulling at my vulnerabilities But …
Awakening The Senses
Historical preservation …moments in time held with highest regard Tourists flock like pigeons on the plaza Camera’s long zoom lens Nikon, Canon hanging around their neck Focusing on the image The experience is captured knowing its own mortality But is the experience felt? Is it a deal breaking mesmerizing life altering electrifying source of energy …
Holding Onto Dreams
Walk softly past my window Early morning light stretches Across a dimly lit sky With gentle hands Reaching for a heart That yawns While the mind Holds onto dreams In shimmering shades Of lavender and blue Pleading, “…don’t wake me, not yet, not yet…” Tender kisses like feathers float From the lips of lovers Drift …
Word Flow Vice
There is a sense of dread lingering deep dark longing wrapped tightly suffocating to the point of paralysis I do not pause or hesitate Fear is not a driving force Narcissistic identity bender, insanity root of inspiration, and subconscious driving force ...maybe I have my words, my pen and paper; sword of sorts And when …
Death
So yes, I have hit the wall - many times I've reached down in the darkness and found the bottom was still another 100 feet below me and all I can say with a hint of ambivalence "...man what a trip, what a journey..." And all the introspective chatter and cliches passing thru the test …
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 …
Over And Over Again
Sometimes it's a word or a subtle glance that sends the energies flying in search for another chance of what could be or left behind when the wind shifts and the spirits chime... Over and over again we play over and over again we pray to feel the right heart and hold the right hand …
Trilby Yates 