Reluctantly Fade Away

Waited past midnight 
for stones to be tossed 
on my window pane,
Til the Sand Man 
made his way 
sending me on an alternative 
journey ~
Mr. Goodbar 
took my hand 
leading me to dreams 
of another
kind...
Singing lullabies 
with fingers crossed 
and a wink of transparent eyes...

You - reluctantly fade away ~

Early morning light, 
rays shinning through 
cracks shades drawn...
They spoke 
in hushed tones 
of old and new 
as if you had been 
mislaid,
Only I knew 
of your true demise 
and your favorite 
hiding places~
Their veracity and rhetoric 
suffocated you 
to the core,
With secret ties 
and swaying lies, 
clutching hands 
like a deceptive
lover...
Some bonds 
are never broken, 
easily...
hearts and spirits untamed
We would kiss 
in filtered shadows, 
hiding from the storm...
As the grains of sand 
unknowingly slipped 
beneath our feet
Yours and mine, 
entwined promises - 
slit of the wrist 
our blood
mingles
Lovers in the night ~
And time is of no value 
in a world indulging
illusive rants 
and raves
While outside, 
looking beyond 
the golden gates and
high walls...
I wonder,
Do you remember me
...more thought 
than question posed...
Touching deep, 
a bullet lodged 
in the left side 
of your brain
You were 
an easy target 
with an X 
conveniently 
marking the spot
"...taking a breath now,
...is like a dagger's jagged edge..."
"...never cutting clean through..." 
your whispered words 
subside
I miss your smile - 
corners taped 
with glimmering hope
the naivete 
in your eyes
now glazed over 
and gray
A permanent reality 
has been fit 
to an inconsequential mold -
And you no longer 
really exist...
...and...I

I - reluctantly fade away ~ 

© 2014 TrilbyYates 

There Is No Place

Jump from the train
grabbing hold 
of a high wire 
Harry Houdini greatest
one man act...
Nothing swings 
like the sound coming
from an old horn player -
sweet baby lullaby
the cradle will certainly fall!
When my heart burns
and the thrill 
of flying above 
the natural wisdom
of women better than I 
perched above 
common sense 
I will let it go.
One finger at time...
falling to sand and stone
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
there is no place
to call home.
Clasping hands together
repetitive words wither 
while hope lingers
that prayers 
will be answered
knowing full well 
you get what you give 
and you can only play the cards 
that are dealt...
You can't cheat 
the house no matter how
hard you try.
So with that and 
a tender touch of sarcasm 
I'll blow the whistle
holding each note 
like a new born child
and move on.
No looking back.
Regrets 
are for those 
with a conscious,
embedded 
in guilt ridden 
soul seeking 
homeopathic remedies...
that only work for believers.


© 2014 TrilbyYates

 

Carte Blanche

Listen to the crimson rattle! 
Death calls...
Feel the labyrinth shake!  
Earth moves...
Is it love pounding 
at the hearts door?
Or could it be 
the bubbling of skin 
so thick
that no one dare 
come close enough
nor get under it?
Embrace the roll that comes 
when notes and vibrations soar  
to hidden places sunken deep within
and we acknowledge
there is nothing more. 
Withered soul allows 
the moment to penetrate,
reverberate 
what life was meant to be...
Not an illusion 
or lack luster cover 
flip pages of magazine images. 
Feather dust creases of ageless eyes gleam.
Hiss, "...back at you baby..." carries no weight, 
no substance only darkest void.
A seductive glance 
back and forth high,
when the silver spoon 
falls methodically 
from perched thin lined lips.
And they never question why.
Commonality flies 
in the face 
of redundancy 
when our uniqueness 
separates us...by 6 degrees?
Carte blanche 
to a permanent place 
in a universe without boundaries. 

© 2014 TrilbyYates