Soothing Vibration

Early morning sun 
begins to wake up
Arm reaching yawn
splintered beams of light 
stretch across 
the horizon 
While a lazy lapping 
of the tide 
comes and goes 
repeating a pattern 
in perfect sync 
with the pull 
of the moon,
as it faithfully 
orbits the earth 
Off in the distance 
a curved line 
remains a constant
just outside of the rim
old and faithful
field of vision;
a focal point for reference  
some things remain eternal
- Sand and sea 
echo one another 
with peaceful chatter 
Soothing vibration
to an often bruised 
and battered mind 
in search of a safe haven,
if only for short 
periods of time 
Refreshing the core 
senses and humanity,
as the day to day 
chip away at even those 
more saintly in spirit;
wresting with their
own moral compass
The tempest shifts
across the shore 
Dancing fools shutter
pulling their collars up
A protective shield
from the perfection
of a storm brewing 
off in the distant future
Weather-vane continues 
to point due north
regardless of which
way the tides turn
or the winds blow...
- Sand and sea 
echo one another 
with peaceful chatter 
Soothing vibration
to an often bruised 
and battered mind 
in search of a safe haven
if only for short 
periods of time... 

© 2015 TrilbyYates



 

Pupils Dilate

An inherited trait 
flippant off the cuff 
snap and shuffle 
move to the other side 
without consequence 
or confusion 
The mind is clear 
and sharp 
but the heart 
like a rebellious child 
continues to skip 
to its own count
And not even with 
brighter days ahead 
will the path change 
or shift the tide 
once the stone is etched 
- because the sword 
always cuts within 
a fine line of what 
is fair and just 
There are no second chances 
for the wise guy or his side kick
 
Subtleties fall like petals 
of a loving gesture 
from long ago
Slow-mo flash dancer
carries an attache
full of fake mustaches
and sunglasses
Perfected disguise 
for the boarder patrol 
to turn a blind eye
pretty Mae West doppelganger
...You smile and we know
A slight glance connecting
to the other side 
a strangers eyes 
shallow and well hidden 
The image is a tactic 
applied with reluctance 
Hushed tone finger to lips
- you never let them see 
your pupils dilate 

I whisper inside out 
with added hope 
that you will hear me 
and pray you won't 
Left handed back slap 
glass tips wine spills 
dripping drops with 
a methodical sequence 
onto the tiled floor 
...and the count is off 
but the heat is on 
I see you sitting 
in the shadows
back table candle motive
shimmering light burns
Black shades drawn 
slick hat slightest tilt 
just enough to lay claim
your trade marked look;
just enough to rattle the cage
keeping me on off guard
intentional shove 
tap on the shoulder
always letting me know - a reminder

Subtleties fall like petals 
of a loving gesture 
from long ago
Slow-mo flash dancer
carries an attache
full of fake mustaches
and sunglasses
Perfected disguise 
for the boarder patrol 
to turn a blind eye
pretty Mae West doppelganger
...You smile and we know
A slight glance connecting
to the other side 
a strangers eyes 
shallow and well hidden 
The image is a tactic 
applied with reluctance 
Hushed tone finger to lips
you never let them see 
your pupils dilate 
you never let them see
your pupils dilate

© 2015 TrilbyYates
 

Death

So yes, I have hit the wall 
- many times
I've reached down 
in the darkness and found 
the bottom was still 
another 100 feet below me 
and all I can say 
with a hint of ambivalence
"...man what a trip, what a journey..." 

And all the introspective chatter 
and cliches passing thru the test of time 
held with the highest regard phrases 
don't hold an ounce of truth 
when the light at the end of the tunnel 
is a taunting echo of yourself 

Self help mumbo jumbo
new age movement
authors and prophets of old
who keep their secrets 
closely protected 
within their well guarded heart
while all along holding the key 
to their own mysteries 
...yet to be solved

And the passions rise 
when a nerve is struck
over and over again
their truth is well earned 
from their own rock bottom 
bouncing realizations 
when a light bulb moment
goes off the crowd kneels
and we all know it is
just another oxymoron 
but enlightens those in the dark 
without question none the less

Once again I am 
in a free fall 
seeing a lot of familiar faces
along the way
- and yet 
there is still no comfort 
in the masses 
and self pity is as destructive 
as falling on your own 
proverbial sword 
- it's all a ploy 
a way to make sense 
of the inevitable 
to maintain the purity of faith
in the smile of excellence
on your face
that it is sincere 
and not a reflection 
of one foot already planted 
firmly in the ground of fear

And that's not for me
I'm just saying man
that is not my way out 
my ashes will blow 
across the wide open sea
that sweet spot 
where land never 
reaches the eye
- carried by angels 
and when the time is right 
they will kiss me off 
into the wind I'll float
high above what was
once my reality

And in the distance 
a comforting voice 
will be heard 
whispers of welcome 
and a warm hand 
will reach out and touch 
that one remaining particle 
the ultimate human being
...death needs no introduction

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Cherished Memento

Taking a long deep 
beautiful breath in
Slowly accepting it,
gently holding it...
A cherished memento
Until the capacity 
of my lungs - fill
Feeling the pressure,
the build up,
the freedom,
and the release 
of all that has 
held me back;
kept me in my own
self imposed sanction
Long insightful walks 
down stone streets
City lights bounce 
and reflect from
subject to object
Shimmering affect 
like a pebble to water
dropped into the Fiume Arno
Rippling outward
without limitation
Image and vision
The imagination 
has no boundaries
My sense of compassion
and love;
my sense of wanting 
to explore 
and experience
- everything
Simply walking 
the streets at night 
Taking in all 
that is generously,
unconditionally offered 
Fills my heart 
Opens me up 
to all that is possible 
All that once
appeared dark 
now has a light 
shining with brilliance
Chasing away 
insecurities, fears
-  reluctance 
A smile from a stranger
Beautiful faces 
and engaging eyes;
meet, connect and hold
gently hold the moment 
like a treasured cherished memento

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Awakening The Senses

Historical preservation
...moments in time 
held with highest regard 
Tourists flock like pigeons on the plaza 
Camera's long zoom lens
Nikon, Canon hanging 
around their neck
Focusing on the image 
The experience is captured
knowing its own mortality
But is the experience felt? 
Is it a deal breaking 
mesmerizing life altering 
electrifying source of energy
that ripples with intent up the spine
Waves of acknowledgement
triggering a brain freeze
with a wanting to preserve 
- the stirred raw emotions?
A bring you to your knees 
tear jerking thanking God 
beyond fucking words
beyond fucking grateful 
to be alive, to be here 
to be in this moment
- this very precise moment...now?
Walking in the footsteps 
of those so far outside
of our own comfort zone
a place so abstract
it doesn't even register
un - comprehensible 
Can't quite wrap your head 
around it...
Are those intoxicating moments
- absorbed?
The birthplace of the Renaissance!
Santa Maria del Fiore...The Duomo
Piazza della Signoria 
Bartolomeo Ammanati's Fountain of Neptune  
Palazzo Vecchio, 
Ponte Vecchio...locks of love
Architecture mixing it up 
with Medieval, Baroque
Neoclassical and modern

Dancing to a beat 
on their own time line

- their own drum 
Sounds vibrate and echo

all to the visitors delight

Da Vinci, Michelangelo, 
Cellini, Giambologna

A creative magical 
vitality consumed 

with each breath 
and step taken...back

Palazzo Pitti, Boboli Gardens

On and on 
endless stimulation

All filling the heart 
with anticipation  
awakening the senses 
to the possibilities
Exhaling with complete abandon
and the innocence of awe...

© 2015 TrilbyYates

I Long For You

The moon hangs low 
wrapping the night 
in a magical blanket 
of Florence city lights 
Off in the distance 
late night cathedral 
bells ring 
Roof top view 
overlooking 
the Arno River 
Lights glisten 
on the Ponte Vecchio 
Lovers walk holding hands;
a kiss and a photo op 
A lifetime of memories made  -
Locks of love 
tell their own story
Slowly sipping a glass 
of local Merlot
I wonder how many 
of those stories 
have stood 
the test of time 
A toast to you 
and yours 
and all that have come 
and gone before and after
 - Eyes wide with amazement 
I can't help but wonder...
What it would feel like, 
what would it be like 
to share such moments 
To point to the stars 
and make a connected wish
To share our favorite vino 
Chat about the days experience;
give and take
your perspective 
and mine intertwine 
What would I think 
if you held my face 
in your hands 
and kissed my mouth 
Whispering I love you bella 
Taking my breath away 
Stopping time,
earth moves;
all the cliches 
all the romantic poetic verse 
tossed together 
impacting my heart 
like a hurricane
- Roof top view 
overlooking 
the Arno River 
Lights glisten 
on the Ponte Vecchio
a rush of wind 
my emotions
are as clear
as the view
stars shine bright
above the city of Florence
and my heart knows
... I long for you 

© 2015 TrilbyYates