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…
Slightest turn of the other cheekone side acknowledges the otherin the midst of tragedyAnd as we parade into a house of worshipwearing our Sunday best,sirens blare in the distanceA police presence is feltand it is comforting at timesDifferent from the tender touchof a lovers hand leading the wayto a safer place of ease,a safer place …
A rush, adrenaline high - his hands shake walking away back stab left over son of a bitch silence engulfs the space on the floor, simplistic empty hole in the wall; questions follow and wounds never heal they go underground waiting for another day to step out and sabotage what tiny thread of hope that …
Is this life set in stone? A book or song with words events that take twists and turns allowing fleeting moments of joy to tempt the stars - fate Yet to slip from sweet lips to tears of sorrow... When did life become less than something to cherish but rather dread... When did the light of another day take a turn from a blessing to a curse carrying with it the weight of the world? …
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 …
Standing on the sidewalk a small man with a cigar leering past a puff of smoke clouds camouflage his true intentions conveyor belt rolls me in to a land of the unknown no cart just a red basket in hand and the lights glare chasing the shadows clarity is a check out counter and the …
Cafe Dark Nights For the sleek and slender Of mind and heart The scent of cappuccino And espresso brewing Poured seductively Into delicate imported Fine China cups Intellectual chatter floats As light as a feather From table to candle lit table With a Beatnik snap Of the fingers - an antiquated signal Of artistic approval …
You lean a little to the left drawing me closer pulling me into your heart Your hands are tender but I can still feel your inner strength ...and I don't move away All that matters is the feel of your face close to mine I am in awe of the way you seep into me …
You don't have to say anything Choices made set in stone sometimes silence is golden sometimes silence speaks volumes Sit tight in your plastic palace higher than a kite flies up and above all the trash talk Bobble headed shift and shuffle shakers who could care more or less Another gun goes off mind to hand …
Idioms fly by night shooter leaving tear drops flowing pretty boys are a dime a dozen burnt out in a NY minute We can make it up town without breaking a sweat a few shakes of a lambs tail if we hurry They can beat a dead horse and still come to the same old …
Trilby Yates 