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…
Tis the season, yes, tis the seasonfor joy, strength, purity of heart, purity of faithunity in family, friends old and newsharing and giving unconditional love...yet there is a distance in the feelof the Christmas songs- at least for mea detached sense of how blessedwe are all supposed to bewhen the world is explodingwalls going up, …
Men march, their torches burn in the night their women stand street side weeping; not for fear, but emotions emotions so powerful they overflow tear stained faces passion and love You put another log on the fire and I am thankful that you have a turn of the century fireplace in the Big Apple west …
A sigh, a deep breath in, hold, hold, hold; blow, blow Another sigh this time I'll give it a name It will become an honored daily tradition A sigh, a name, deep breath, blow - Relief These days I walk into the wind I catch snowflakes on my tongue I'm in awe of the community …
They are like air non-tangible of no material substance - Yet they are powerful! Thoughts, words, opinions, perceptions dialogue; internal, external beliefs, doubts, questions, answers All up in the air Throw it against the wall ...to see what sticks or lands on the floor - Pen to paper, pen in hand Words, caricatures They are …
Trilby Yates 