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 reached out to the goddess White knuckling it On my knees Rosary in hand Asking for a shiftIn the tide To pull me under Cleanse me of my sins Outed by the guise Of organized religion I admit I am in love With Pope Francis What happens when faith And love collide And all …
Slight of hand with a side twist of fate smoke and mirrors up in a puff vaporize shifting grey eyes grab a hold of what is near and dear only one that gets out alive is the Svengali in us all with hands thrust deeply in the back pocket of our neighbors while holding a …
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 …
Walking on shallow water Out in a deep blue sea Sweeping transparent views Earth and all its brilliance A distant shining light For the lost and lonely Draped in silk spun cloth Spun the way tales are Carefully weaved Tight intricate knots The High and Mighty Swirling poignant scent Of blessed incense Permeating the air …
There is a time and place for everything And when there is a cold rain falling dragging me down bringing me down comfort zone sanctuary I stand alone - Saving Grace Off in the distance my sins are being washed away On my knees praying to - someone for relief and who can tell when there …
I walk a fine line, a tight rope from polar vortex to polar vortex A non space in the middle troposphere that extends into the stratosphere Earthly fears never hold me back; I don't ever look back ...except when reminiscing over candle light I am a borderline narcissist as most of my friends; - but …
Sometimes I wonder what could have and shouldn't have been If we were what we intended would some consider it a morally deviant sin? Seductively stepping off of this highly sanctioned ground taking a second non-connected look never turning completely around to see the difference between you, me and them There is nothing left to …
Trilby Yates 