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…
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 …
A breeze from the north pushes a sense of freedom, blowing smoke vapor - yet, not sure why; it's a bounce back reflective thing I guess; reminiscent of a conflict, a non declared war taking its toll, the body count continued to rise even after it’s proclaimed ending back then, during those days of peace, love and LSD …
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 …
Puzzled by your lacking - "...my view from high above any empirical consequence and my simple perception.." - of integrity Your eyes grow wide With a glimmer of delight As if you have just received A gift An award Crowned King Shock value is short lived And I question myself more now ...not just your …
It's raining down collective societal conscience a shift, slap and pat down of fear based rhetoric something so sinister it retracts common morality; lean to the right and hear a reptilian hiss... dissipating truth from fiction power is an addiction - if we slither in groups It's something we can find in our history books …
Trilby Yates 