Music Time

I fell in love with a boy
who held music in his hands
like a fragile thought
that could easily slip away
it filled his heart
like there was never
enough time
for all the notes to play
making his chest ache
the way mine did
every time he kissed
my finger tips
we would make love
on the music room floor
while searching for inspiration
knowing it was only
moments away
nothing seemed beyond our reach
so we would wait
and watch the sunrise
slowly coming up and over the city streets
there is such beauty in the breaking of dawn
hitting high notes within the perfection
of a continuous and endless line
listening closely until we couldn't - dance any more
...remember my name - he'd say
I would look deep into his eyes
while strumming my guitar
never missing a note
his face etched in the most cherished
place in my mind and we both knew
I was his and he was mine
we would be forever - connected in music time

© 2014 TrilbyYates

Mojo Kicking In

Slipping off pseudo
Dr. Freud's leather couch
$250 an hour
to soothe
my fevered brow
- ease a weary
torn soul
from thoughts
and memories
demons haunting past
that push the limits
crowding the 3rd eye
- blind
to a convoluted
way of life...
nothing travels
in a straight line
moving again 
and again
as the moon
swings around
the the earth
such a grandiose plan
- embroidered pillow sham
cushions my fall
landing on my knees
- a view you always preferred
looking down
from high above
the 69th floor
ivory towers crumble
...ashes to ashes
like silk intimates
dusting over
my body's curves
temperature rises
a tiny drop of sweat
slowly descends
a path downward
between
my breasts
You reach out...
slight of hand
smoke and mirrors
you are a master
 - of innocence
in its highest art form
hot red lights disguise
dark smooth skin
while guitar mesmerizes
with a 13 bar riff
sweet seductive harp
blowing upstage
rhythm and blues
pulsates a steady beat
that keeps time
an infamous bump and grind
wrapping itself around my body
like a sweltering sexy summer breeze
deep sigh - comfort zone
we begin to fly
another song and a shot of VO
there is no time lost
when your Mojo is kicking in
questions lingering from the past
sassy blues - idiosyncrasies
and contradictions
good times falling on bad
judgment days and cross roads
someones woman is waiting
in the the wind, you slip out
the back door - Johnny
Man...living blues
...it's all about living the blues

© 2014 TrilbyYates

Kisses In The Dark

Glass slipper shatters 
As you walk on water
Like the second coming 
Of someone of substance
Someone we have 
All been longing for
Only you care about the timing 
Of this desperate game
Life and all its little 
...inconsequential - s
Universal plan falls 
Neatly into place 
Like domino's standing 
In a carefully placed row
One behind the other 
If one hand trembles
Tin soldiers tumble and 
Suicide bombers explode 
At the sound 
Of bells ringing 
In a far, far away land
But, I have forgotten 
The truth
And color of your eyes
And you 
You can't recall my name
So with a bitter sweet farewell 
- 21 gun salute and flags flown 
At a mournful half staff
I bid to you and yours 
Whom ever they may be
A happy and prosperous new year
Words of warning as you turn 
Strut and stagger away 
One glass too many
One glass is never enough
Like kisses in the dark 
That slowly lead to paradise
Head tipped to the left 
Sympathetically diving off the curve
Last words slur and drip 
From your oh so seductive lips
"...don't accept Canadian coin 
from strangers and never cross Jack..."
The one eyed man observes more 
Than just you and me
His days are numbered with good intentions 
- one to ten and counting
And always, always remember 
To pause and reflect while twisting 
Your personally monogrammed 
Sterling silver knife
That one last meaningful

t...u...r...n...

© 2014 TrilbyYates

Lust And Passion

Hey...you...pssst...floating 
Lightly from high above
The cement masses
Whistles and cat calls
Reminiscent of a 50's B flick
With blonde bombshells 
And well manicured mustaches
That get twisted when the mood shifts
From scene to scene
Little girl with grown up shoes
Struts her stuff
While taking another puff
Long thin 100s imported 
Via her new daddy's 
Best stash dipped 
In candy coated cocaine
For character reference
And a little push
All for the sake of its own
Gentle manipulative shove
She slips from the right - side of the curve 
To the depths of hell in waiting
There is no bounce left in her step
Looking up with a child's eye
Batting her thick false lashes
Trying to disguise
Her lack of expertise
In matters of lust and passion
What entices the streets
Of a city that never sleeps;
Never protecting its young
and innocent - taking from the weak...?

© 2014 TrilbyYates

Red Vinyl

Static New York accents float
With abrasive intent throughout the diner -
Burnt smoky bacon thick cut it with a knife
Smell fills the air
Bouncing off cracked 
Half-assed some kind of repair 
Duct tapped red vinyl booth seats 
Screaming 1950's decor reminiscent of happier days
Attaching its vibration to anyone that happens to be
An unfortunate victim of being in the wrong place 
At the wrong time - syndrome 
You slide into position and begin tapping 
A methodical rendition of Bo Diddle
On any adamant object that is slightly stationary 
Always reaching its full potential of
...fucking annoying as hell... 
While the Juke Box hungers for another quarter
Never noticing the grimace expression 
on the waitress's Onedrinkandsmoketomany dog-eared complexion
Temples pulsating thoughts deliberate
If only we could read her mind
My money's on...just another asshole...
And you keep trying to make her smile
Pulling the pencil from behind her left ear 
Eyes glazed over lack of luster
"...what'll ya have Mac?"
- the big hand goes around...tick, tick...
Snapping gum between cynical questions
Same old answers day after day
"One more cup of Joe for the road..."
Just another...dumbassedstupidfucking reply
Overloaded waitress brain freeze -


© 2014 TrilbyYates

Cave Of Darkness

Puzzled by your lacking  -
"...my view from high above 
any empirical consequence
and my simple perception.."
- of integrity 
Your eyes grow wide 
With a glimmer of delight 
As if you have just received 
A gift
An award
Crowned King
Shock value is short lived
And I question myself more now
...not just your inability 
To answer a question in a straight line 
Falling short on creativity 
Or forming full cohesive sentences 
With fact 
Fiction with a flair 
Bending the truth
Pliable words and meanings
Stretching what is 
And what is not 
Some things are black and white
Grey is the new black 
An excuse 
A sounding board to elaborate
One sided dialogue 
Playing out in your mind 
A one man show 
Standing ovation 
Encore
...A fair and reasonable warning 
If you refer to me by - 
My gender, race, ethnicity, faith or faithlessness
Old school slang descriptive expression 
Rather than by 
My given name 
The walls will go up 
My ego will depart
Common sense, gut reaction 
And instinct will take over
I will say it again and again
- Knowledge is a tool not a weapon -
...and it is powerful 
Never wasted even on those 
With a closed mind 
Eyes shut to all that can 
Only be translated or absorbed
Via human reaction or response 
Using a physical description
As a weapon...
A flair for words
- the color of ones skin
- the size of a woman's breasts 
- or ass...
If you choose 
To take that path
"... and I believe it is a choice..."
Your life experience
...most likely 
Will remain shallow 
And you will sadly
Dwell in a cave of darkness ~

© 2014 TrilbyYates

Forgiveness

Too much time 
has passed 
I've forgotten 
the words 
to some of the 
best songs
I have ever 
written 
And it is 
a damn shame 
when the lyrics
and rhythm 
dissipate 
into the wind 
like a fog 
or puff 
of steamy vapor 
A transparent 
...never really able to grasp at straw sense of loss 
Today feels 
more like 
a sand storm 
than a cold blast 
from the arrival 
of a premature winter 
The wind blows harder 
then it used to
Penetrating to the bone
...to the core
A chill reactionary shiver
Head to toe - spinal slip
Or maybe 
I've just lost 
some of my rough 
and tumble exterior 
My roll 
with the punches 
attitude 
My high 
and mighty air 
Protective gear 
upgrade overload
maxed out 
vinyl covered 
faux leather
side stepping boots
And there are issues 
that tare at my heart 
Yanking the strings 
out of my chest 
without any 
sense of 
responsibility 
or remorse
Out of tune and off beat
Ear bleeding burn
Praying on all fours 
in the background
...back alley
...back bar low-brow
Setting my soul ablaze 
Forgiveness 
is a learned art 
Each step 
is outside the realm 
of what could
have been 
a natural trait 
Or simply nurtured 
via circumstance...

© 2014 TrilbyYates

Deviant Past

The days 
Shorter now
Nights longer...
Appearing darker 
Than the norm
Without the slightest 
Hint of an artists color
Creative minds 
Freeze dry
Skyline falls flat
Just a hint of sepia
But only around 
The rough edges
And I have a hole 
In my one size fits all 
Italian handmade 
100% cotton shirt
Revealing more 
Than my self exposed
Deviant Past
And there is
A loose thread
From talking to much
And most likely 
...way to fast 
And a button 
Fell off of my 
Personal favorite
Pinstriped mannish 
Looking vest 
Rolling out 
With the grandeur
Of the infamous 
Velveteen carpet
Into oncoming traffic
Just when the light 
Was turning from 
A  cautionary  
Sunshine yellow 
To a blood curdling
Crimson red 
What could I do 
What could be said 
I've been stopped
In my forever hesitant
Walking backwards
And always covered 
Self absorbed tracks
Can't seem to find 
The perfect reflection
Or the perfect match
While always burning
A scented candle
At both ends 
And from where 
I am standing 
At the end of this 
Oh so lovely pier
Waves rolling in 
A repetitive taunt 
Hypnotic intention 
I maintain a blank 
Yet stoic stare
While the Man In The Moon 
Knows all too well
It is the end 
Of just another day
Glancing up at his 
Historical expression 
All I want to do 
Is slap that grin 
Off his distant
Untouchable face...
Putting an end
To the haunting progression
This invisible place
Instead I lose 
My footing once more
Sweetly blanketed
Cellophane Pseudo Sea
The familiar Sound 
My only safe haven 
So I will conclude 
And soulfully concede
Taking a deep breath 
While I quietly weep
I have but one choice 
That is to reluctantly give in
...and take it to the deep ~

© 2014 TrilbyYates

Dancing Naked In The Moonlight

One in the same
Uniquely similar
Uncomfortably familiar
Moving full circle 
Like it or not 
It is what it is
Who's who 
And what's what 
Narcissistic dialogue
One of a kind
Feedback loops around
Choking some
Freeing others
Find your niche baby
Hip Hop Bobbysoxer
Bohemian
Beat Generation
Hobo Banshee
Hippie 
Hipster
Generation X or Y 
Shacking up
Hanging out
Free love
Friends with benefits
Friends of friends
Acquaintance
Strangers
One night stand
Hit and run
Blind date 
Hooking up 

What the fuck
All I know is
I'm lost without you...

So here we are
Comparing notes
Black outs
Memory lapse
Morning after 
Some regrets
Holding back
Never say never
No means no
Passive aggressive
Tinder box
Playing with fire
Cradle robber
Erroneous zone
Giving in 
Letting go
Reckless abandon
Counting backward
Keeping score
Fantasy land
Passion pit
Up against a wall...
Recalling it all
Smile wide
Run and hide
Fight or flight
Deny, deny, deny

Dancing naked in the moonlight...

© 2014 TrilbyYates 

Walking On Shallow Water

Walking on shallow water 
Out in a deep blue sea
Sweeping transparent views
Earth and all its brilliance 
A distant shining light
For the lost and lonely
Draped in silk spun cloth 
Spun the way tales are 
Carefully weaved 
Tight intricate knots 
The High and Mighty 
Swirling poignant scent 
Of blessed incense 
Permeating the air 
Crown of Thorns 
Pressing down
While judgement bleeds
Dripping from generation
To generation with no reprieve 
Rosary beads in hand
Finger tips holding tight
Sensory perception 
Pathway to Heaven
Rosary beads dangle religiously
Sway gently around my neck
Choke back the tears 
Choke back the words
Don't speak of doubt 
Don't ever question
All that I once believed 
Words that I can recite 
With eyes closed
Head bowed down
Drifting off peacefully
A holier than thou sleep
...Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum
Where were you Mary
When I needed you 
A motherless child
Faith in the abstract 
Faith in the disbelief 
That all is not lost 
Or forever forgotten 
Walking on shallow water 
Draped in silk spun cloth 
All in the name 
Of the abstract 
Faith in the disbelief 
That all is not lost 
Or forever forgotten 

As I drift further 
and further out to sea 
repeating over and over
... Ave Marie, gratia plena, Dominus tecum
Ave Marie, gratia plena, Dominus tecum

© 2014 TrilbyYates 

Wise Ass Kid

Those days 
When thoughts 
Swirled around 
In my mind 
Creating an energy 
Cause and effect 
Suddenly out of thin air 
A call or note 
Song from the past
A nudge from
Turbulent times
A cosmic force connects 
A reminder tap tap
You can never go back
Although I lean on the belief
Nothing is set in stone
Except birth and death
Those sweet innocent days
Are few and far between
So be careful who you 
Day dream about 
Strangers appear 
In familiar garb
Time passes snap
and mindful images 
Never seem to fade 
Wishful thinking 
Is an independent luxury 
Like a journey to an exotic
Far away unknown land 
Scrolling through photographs 
and tag lines eyes blur to focus
Wondering playfully - pause
What's going to happen next 
The wheels turn slower 
and the clock ticks louder 
Adjusting the bar downward
Dragging realistic wants and needs
Lacking subtle expectations 
To an abrupt unexpected halt 
Gears jam and all I can do 
Is scream profanities into a void
Pathetic reminiscent childlike questions
and obscene childlike gestures
Blurted out with no rational
Like a wise ass kid hanging 
On any city street corner
In any city in the world
Unique - not unto its own
Self absorbed truth seeker
Asking why always why
As if expecting some profound
Heavenly answer to fall peacefully
Settling at my feet
Like a feather from the nest
Pride is a virtue
Ego is a vice  
I continuously stumble around
Exhausted from the battle
My internal war rages on ...


© 2014 TrilbyYates

Hit The Pavement

I'm jumping off a proverbial 
Jagged earthbound ledge 
A sorrowful morning 
Attempting to let it go
A stones throw from everything tangible
Didn't take the time to think it through
And maybe I never intended to
All I can imagine
All I can visualize
Black and white dramatic effect
I'm looking out eyes opened wide 
Looking out beyond the beauty 
Of a turbulent and tragic sea 
My arms out stretched 
With the wing span of an Angel 
In a free fall flight
Earth below and heaven above 
If I can only fly high enough 
Maybe you would finally realize
There is truly some thing angelic 
And something magical about me 

Somehow you've gotten under my skin 
but you still won't let me in 
and I'm going for it anyway 
before I hit the pavement

It doesn't make any sense 
But than again maybe it shouldn't
Because matters for this 
Tentative heart of mine
There seems to be no logic 
No rhythm and no rhyme 
And it's all good even though
I am feeling off center 
And slightly misunderstood
Maybe I'm even running low on time
But I'm stuck in a stale mate
Self imposed and not very wise
Oblivious to consequence or folk lore
Déjà vu sentiment...knowing I have been here before
Such familiarity I can see in your eyes
But there is a dialogue 
Playing out in my head
With all the bells and whistles

Somehow you've gotten under my skin 
but you still won't let me in 
and I'm going for it anyway 
before I hit the pavement
I'm going for it anyway
before I hit the pavement... 

© 2014 TrilbyYates

Rose Colored Shades

Sometimes I wonder 
what could have 
and shouldn't have been 
If we were what we intended 
would some consider 
it a morally deviant sin?
Seductively stepping off of this 
highly sanctioned ground 
taking a second non-connected look 
never turning completely around
to see the difference
between you, me and them
There is nothing left to do
and less than little to say
Acutely aware how things 
will begin to change 
when everyone's comfort zone 
edges begin to fray 
I'll continue to look at you 
wearing rose colored shades
There isn't anything 
anyone can say
There isn't a road map 
leading me in or out
getting lost is my forte 
I'll sleep between 
dusk and dawn 
remaining hidden in the grey
And when the sun starts to rise 
I'm better off hanging 
in the distance 
then I will rest my eyes
There is nothing left to do
and less than little to say
And I know things will begin to change 
when everyone's comfort zone 
edges begin to fray 
I'll continue to look at you 
wearing rose colored shades

© 2014 TrilbyYates