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…
I'm not the nouveau-riche of poets...nor a relic of the old guardOblio - or square peg in a round hole I have no pattern no highs or lowsI don't follow a particular beat I am the off beat - out of sequenceI am a fine line between a pause- and hesitationThe path not taken The …
The weather shifts and more snow is in the forecast We walk in the sunshine like children at the beach in awe of every second we are sharing this winter day Without the sand under foot or flat stones to skip You look at me and smile We laugh and mask kiss Your hands are …
Ambiance candle light low smoldering glow not tagged for tender romance self serving no holds barred seduction of another kind... Bar scene fades defiantly out of view as the backroom juke joint grabs hold soothes the heart and shakes the soul Time passes reluctantly yet the heart beat carries the crowd unified movement sweltering heat …
You look at me with wide eyes and wonder I tell you - you cant judge a book by its cover And I'm asking you to take a moment Take a quiet moment and think it through ...I never said I walked on water but I can feel the magic in the air and I …
Morning coffee steam rises I sleep alone… - another Friday night Dream-scape background track sea breeze My mind is like a wave Ocean tide draws back Captured vast seamless horizon helps calm unsettled nerves and swaying motion at bay Wrapped in a fog blanket There's warmth in the next line …words don't always fall so …
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 …
Trilby Yates 