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 for holiday cheerfor some it's an innate time of dreadsome, glow from head to toe;counting down to that momentous daywhen the path of kings and gods alike collidea child is born; the story is told; Old Testament, New Testament, King James elegant English words stirring emotions, provoking versions, bible toting for the …
It's the turning of a key in a lock already broken The shattering of windows blown out glass Family photographs and baby dolls Blood seeps between the cracks of linoleum floors Layers of life like the traditional honey cakeReminders of how fragile independence can beLingering to the east a sentiment to destroy Off in the distance …
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, …
Red white and blue Shimmering lights flash Sound blaring local news International twist Internal grind gnawing away At our sense of humanity We may have lost the battle - but we have not lost the war There is always time to shift gears Focus on and revise the plan From head to heart And heart …
Do we wait and listen or do we take immediate action? response or distraction left right shuffle...do we hear the cries see the blood soaked streets with a reality that really touches us to the core? Or do we detract and ignore? Every day here or there we hear the gun shots we feel forsaken …
I was dreaming, sleepy comfort zone Walking with my big brother Familiar streets a memory of our time together A sensation wisps of joy of safety of family His smile beaming my pride worn like a badge of honor Beaming like a light into the future A beacon in the night guidance rough seas ahead …
I walk the winters shoreline slow and easy Bits of sand cling to the bottom of my boots An occasional seashell eclipses my solitude - it becomes mine A treasured token memory like a stranger that I take home just For the night safe from a tidal uprising I'll enter the waters calm and plunge …
Tonight I sleep in a Xanax induced slumber paper gun tucked under my pillow hands tactically placed meditating rosary beads smooth and worn from years of deep sleep prayers never to see the light of day or have the privilege to be heard amongst saints or sinners I land gently with neither while my finger …
Each day is a blessing in disguise As quoted by someone from another era Another place in time when survival Wasn't just about sickness and health Or Peace and war – we still had hope Do we have the strength to hold this blessing close to heart When life takes slow steps toward an early exit …
Trilby Yates 