Saturday, June 23, 2012

Warm Thoughts and Wishes


Mulling It Over

The sound of footsteps
shuffle by slow drag
on the left side
some memories linger
like a full kiss soft lips
boy sitting
under a full moon
church yard by the lake
Parisian night smell of canvas and oils
chalk images outline nude figures
hands of romance radiant eyes
your touch was all I knew 
consequences were a distant star
the Milky Way is so very far away
so far, far away
and as time moves on
new lines are written…
I’ve sailed within limitless
tides of high, tides of low
you held my heart precious
silver goose treasured gold
my music man he comes and goes
leaving notes that fill the spaces
that flow through my veins
and hollowed places
when will you play
your song for me again…
creative powers pull me in
last time reflective bounce
twin flame and soul connection
my life continues
self portrait a master piece of perception
imitation of art and such…

Timothy Leary

Standing on the sidewalk,
small man with a cigar
leering past
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 cashier 
can’t pronounce my name
off to the left
is a midget
on a stepping stool
and a woman
wearing a burka
glares
at the length of my skirt
while two Chinese ladies
debate the expiration date
on a can of chow mien
and the eggplant echo’s
a dull thud
ready or not
life is a ride
in the express lane
guaranteed to derail
half way there
and who cares
when jumping the line
is like a free trip
from Timothy Leary
only there is never
a way back
to days of long
and innocence
that somehow reinvent themselves
over time and in the here and now
I still wonder
when what is not beyond
the chapters of sanity
will this life resonate all it has to offer…



© 2012 Trilby Yates

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