Zip ties, dead bolt locked up tight Cardboard boxes, wrapping paper and tape Piles of questions and lost hopes - reflection, reflection Hindsight is a pathway to If only, what if I should have, could have, Why didn't I? Am I a reluctant recipient? Widow Of The Harbor - forever more? Walking alone because time …
Tag: reality
So Many Places We Can Go
Change always comes and I spend my summers flying high without a care I have to or I wouldn't survive so now with a clean slate baby you look like someone I used to know someone I used to know someone I need to know and even though every thought is black and blue shaded …
Carte Blanche
Listen to the crimson rattle! Death calls... Feel the labyrinth shake! Earth moves... Is it love pounding at the hearts door? Or could it be the bubbling of skin so thick that no one dare come close enough nor get under it? Embrace the roll that comes when notes and vibrations soar to hidden places …
Life Line Snap
I am a one liner cliche oblivious daydreamer fantasy shaker one foot in front of the other stumbling block self proclaimed prophet to the faithless magnificent enemy of a higher order I am identifiable puff of vaporized humanity sexuality twist gender bender fraudulent soul seeker status disclaimer lacking moral compass deformity stolen innocence imposter race …
Too Often
Gentle motion sway your eyes reach across the distance and time remain the same for me... I often wonder about you I often dream about you never completely sub-level mind bend unable to let go ...of long talks hand in hand slow walk from your car to mine dock side harbor lights soften the moments …
Starting Over
Starting over 100 nights no sleep for the restless when the weight of my entire life is packed up in card board boxes duct taped and labeled slipping into a comma of lost and found delirium is a slow buzz hang over quietly scanning empty rooms remains less and less of a thrill there isn't …
Shifting Sand
Looking out beyond the reef beyond the minds bend toward the horizon imaginations play sweet harmonious lullabies of days gone by and the best are yet to come somewhere out there tides will rise shifting sand carry footprints out to sea memories a gentle reminder that we are merely mortal after all end of the …
Fear
Child of the night sweet innocence of delight with your heart worn out and faded Chambray shirt torn at the sleeve you can't bring yourself to question the blur that follows you around shadowing every secret kept When the time comes you glide with ease across the floor feet never touching the ground The slightest …
What’s Missing…
"....it doesn't always have to be this way..." Little voice inside my head sings a song low key off beat far left of anywhere slipping from addiction to obsession no matter what rolls in or out with the tide early morning light shines ever so brightly and the truth remains silent lovers tiptoe past an …
Trilby Yates 