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…
Tis the season, yes, tis the seasonfor joy, strength, purity of heart, purity of faithunity in family, friends old and newsharing and giving unconditional love...yet there is a distance in the feelof the Christmas songs- at least for mea detached sense of how blessedwe are all supposed to bewhen the world is explodingwalls going up, …
Early morning sun hasn't risen yet a feel of peace rushes over me the sound of you breathing; deep sleep your hand resting in the small of my back tears well up in the name of newly discovered love my heart has recovered from loss and betrayal there is an aura of thankfulness and wonder …
Love; it was a long time since you graced me with your presence Since you held my heart tenderly, open to all that you have to offer My heart longed for that moment; that single moment when the world around me would slip away When everything around me would fade into an abyss of pure joy and anticipation Now his …
It is so incredibly simple utterly magical the scent of lavender when the stars and moon align and the wind blows from the east fair winds and following seas carrying fairy dust and baby's breath resting peacefully on linen pillows satisfied body resting in a dreamland of such beautiful reverie, love ©2021 TrilbyYates
Red white and blue Shimmering lights flash Sound blaring local news International twist Internal grind gnawing away At our sense of humanity We may have lost the battle - but we have not lost the war There is always time to shift gears Focus on and revise the plan From head to heart And heart …
Do we wait and listen or do we take immediate action? response or distraction left right shuffle...do we hear the cries see the blood soaked streets with a reality that really touches us to the core? Or do we detract and ignore? Every day here or there we hear the gun shots we feel forsaken …
I am a time traveler and I can drift off with the best of them - or the worst; it just depends, I suppose I suppose when the wind blows across an ocean so vast only the illusion of it fits with a sense of integrity in the palms of my hands; and suppose I …
Mr. Eric Garner: I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe. 2014 Staten Island NYC police undercover headlock chokehold face down sidewalk compression of the neck compression of the chest …
Tonight I sleep in a Xanax induced slumber paper gun tucked under my pillow hands tactically placed meditating rosary beads smooth and worn from years of deep sleep prayers never to see the light of day or have the privilege to be heard amongst saints or sinners I land gently with neither while my finger …
Trilby Yates 