I Think Of You Often

Salty air morning dew 
lay softly on my skin 
a beautiful wind blows 
off the eastern side 
of a blue moon
and a wave 
from far away 
delights and dashes hope
while stirring memories 
from an off-kilter moment 
when time stood still 
and what we shared
remains illusive 

I think of you often

Stolen kisses fingers entwined 
eyes wide with the sweetness 
of a forbidden love
and as we moved through 
time and space 
writing love poems 
and stringing words together 
hidden under the guise 
of creativity 
and dreams of forever
ours were secrets never told 
secrets to cherish and behold

I think of you often

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Same Old Same Old

Stumbling down the road 
I don't waste time looking back 
But the past is like a dog 
with an unforgettable bone 
...just wont give it up 
or let it go 
And not that any 
of it matters 
They say I am 
where I'm supposed to be;
according to the universe, 
biorhythms and time charts, 
even the tide flow 
So if all of that is true;
set in some kind of 
cosmic stone 
here on borrowed time
here on loan
Why do my shoes 
feel too tight 
and my close don't 
fit quite right 
and I'm uncomfortable 
in my own skin 
Why can't I sit back, relax 
and just breathe it all in 
Is this the way 
the story goes 
Some unsettled 
some untold 
But I always have a sense 
I have a lot more to say 
and nothing ever feels the same 
in a same old kind of way
Nothing ever feels the same
in a same old kind of way 

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Metal And Flesh

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 
finger on the trigger
automatic reaction
pull it back
set the world on fire 
Bullet set free 
sonic boom discharge 
penetrating time and space 
piercing flesh and bone 
Blood pumps adrenalin high 
heart beat 
heart beat 
heart heart beat heart beat heart 
...beat skip and jump
heart stop 
...heart 
...heart 
Metal and flesh 
melt into eternity 
a long dark shallow grave 
Linger in the midst of dust and ash 
Linger in the scent of death
Another gun goes off 
mind to hand 
automatic reaction 
finger on the trigger 
Bullet set free sonic boom discharge 
penetrating time and space 
piercing flesh and bone 
Blood pumps adrenalin high 
heart beat 
heart beat 
heart heart 
beat heart 
beat heart...heart beat...heart be...heart b...heart...__________________

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Shadow Box

You think - therefore you are
You've got my number
So to speak abstract
Interchangeable female
As is the status quo
Mindless ramblings
Of the current fool du jour
We are all the same
Gender bender screw off
High heeled shoes
and some slick lip gloss 
Plumping sexual montage
Careful not to step inside
Your deviant mind
Of images
We all remain
One in the same
While you play it over
and over blur
The industry you set
your sites on
The industry you mirror
for your successes 
The industry you
make love to 
Single handed self inflicted 
short sighted conquests  
Is a manufactured
male fantasy
...shadow box 

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Hail To The Red, White And Blue

There is nothing subtle
about how far right things swing
how far right things shake and break
twisted arm from movers and takers
bend over backward
or lean on me
but nothing is solid
nothing is a sure bet
when the battle becomes so convoluted
the leaders and followers
become one in the same
like a dog chasing its own tail
or the tiger chasing the tiger
sweet butter in your mouth
take a deep breath
it may be the last unfiltered
climate change deniers
never carry an umbrella
throwing snowballs
for dramatic effect
while the sand continues
to slip away
the snowball continues
to melt
and congress continues to give
the middle finger to the masses
a Majestic Fuck You 
Hail to the red white and blue

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Weaker Sex

So, so, yeah he looks 
me up and down 
stop and pause 
while all along 
attempting to prove a point 
A point he doesn't need 
to prove 
Unspoken basic law,
basic rule 
survival of the fittest 
- in his mind 
His gaze stops mid way 
and it tells me; 
- the power of unspoken words
to shut the fuck up 
and sit the fuck down 
in my assigned seat 
My assigned place 
My assigned station 
in this life…
"Female" "woman" 
"weaker sex" "inferior species" 
...the lowest taxonomic rank, 
and the most basic unit 
or category of biological classification 
He doesn't bat an eye 
or shift his weight 
from side to side; 
he has the world as he knows it, 
- by the balls 
With his finger he pokes me 
in the chest as if he has 
some kind of universal right;
he has an innate level of "know" 
Testosterone rises and as his ego soars 
I am convinced I'm looking 
squarely at a little boy 
A moment of pathetic 
maternal awe dances up my spine, 
but only to be lost in a moment 
of complete defiance 
A moment of screw you asshole 
The muscles in my chest begin to tighten 
and I can feel the blood pumping 
from my heart, racing up my neck 
My head pounding, face flushed, teeth clenched... 
- with one symbolic step
I take a stand 
I own my space 
There is a flash of empowerment 
I am in an innate level of "know"
I am a feisty heroine who is
more than a pretty face…

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Pretty Girls

Off to my right somewhere deep
within a void of empty space
time lapse shifting gears reverse
I can hear voices
silly chatter from Pretty Girls
silly chatter that is reminiscent
of days gone by
like a sledgehammer
coming down on me
slamming against my brain
opening old wounds
the ones hidden deep inside
wrapped tightly within layers
of insecurities, fears and sins
cardboard box 
gift wrapped - no silk ribbon
no celebratory greeting card
I love you, Anonymous
camouflaged like a soldier
hiding from the enemy
always under fire
under the microscope
of drones and starlight
Pretty girls with long finger tips
full lips - hair glistening
under florescent lights
silly chatter, laughter floats 
above what doesn't matter
innocently oblivious to surroundings 
- with a different bend
a swift perspective
judgment call
from all sides up, down
uncomfortable shift
eyes hide - good, bad, evil
"Who the fuck do you think you are…"
- attitude vents from obscurity
obvious distraction, stumbled upon
left foot slips from the sidewalk
and all is not lost on a few
patience runs thin
and memories are a flip-book
out of real time - out of sync
Pretty Girls smile with sincerity
at someone on the other side
hand tremble coffee spill
morning rush hour trip up
who knew what was buried
deep inside could be so easily 
uncovered by the silly chatter 
of Pretty Girls… 

© 2015 TrilbyYates