Showing posts with label Heaven. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Heaven. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Push The Beat

Oh man, man its a drop the straw from your mouth
head shaking spasm flash back to a past better left alone - moment
But anyway, remember, do you remember when I fell in love
and you didn't know what to do so you fell on your sword
- it only took that first drop of blood like a sign from the heavens above
that I was already in love with love and maybe not so much with you
And it really never made sense but felt damn good at the time
Right or wrong no one truly knows and yeah, I still don't sleep at night

You were like a kid in a candy shop; me, well I was the femme fatale 
wearing dark glasses, the shop keeper in a magic cape 
flying around throwing spells and fairy dust;
and when I turned the corner to take a deep introspective breath
you were stealing the baked goods and inventory 
- my heart shattered on the floor like splintered glass 
from a treasured past commonality you and me

So now when you want to share and reminisce; sing songs from the past
you should remember I like to slow things down and push the beat to a grind
Juke box four songs for a dime at least that's how I remember it, so...

Your arms felt good around my waist and if I close my eyes
dim the lights I can recall how it felt with my fingers
gently entwined through the strands your hair
and you would pull me close and take what little I had left
We laughed late into the night and never locked the doors

When you would leave I'd watch from the back seat
swearing that would be the last time and cursing the stars
as they fell from the sky for their brilliance and yours
...until you would throw stones at my window; revved up again

Could have been a jump start from story book romance cheap novels
bought and sold at Perry's Five and Dime other side of the track
and your fascination with folded pages in your father's Playboy mag
hidden in the laundry basket secret sleuth nothings lost 
when you're on the prowl

So now when you want to share and reminisce; sing songs from the past
you should remember I like to slow things down and push the beat to a grind
Juke box four songs for a dime at least that's how I remember it, so...

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Carrying Our Secrets

It's just a round-about way 
of saying nothing with meaning 
...or true intent vibrate
In the distance I can hear the song
There is a dullness in the roar,
and when the dust is kicked up
and no one settles in,
bullets will be a blazing - glory
It really won't matter what pocket 
you carry your version of Jesus in 
Left or right handed manipulator 
fly's solo wing span reaches out 
and grabs the core of your heart;
grabs you deep until there isn't 
anything left to sink your fingers into
And the teacup you hold 
so poetically drops to the floor 
tiny splinters of perfection 
splash across glistening translucent tile
Rolling thunder drifts out and off the shore;
far, far away and dissipates into an abyss 
of all that was kept on the down low
When truth and deception were 
as close as Siamese twins 
attached by the purity of their genitals 
A symbolic way to keep the other honest 
keeping the faith and straight forward thinking
What remains to be seen or felt 
when the lid is slowly lifted off the cardboard box 
perforated illusion creases rippling score
from Heaven and Hell releases all the pain 
and a self serving glory - to its own demise 
And the Angel's wings will flutter compulsively 
and fly against the destruction of ancient lore,
while seductive smoke and fiery cinder carrying our secrets 
out to the depths of a cold and everlasting sea


© 2015 TrilbyYates 

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Hell

There are days
when little to nothing
can move within
the close quarters
of the walls 

now 
self proclaimed 
as barren –
claustrophobia is a 

weakness to some
that steps up
when all else 

fails
and yes there is 

some comfort
in the self

imprisonment
confinement 
the familiar
the nest
of being able 

to reach out
and touch
all the boundaries

limitations
of this self created

safe haven
sacred zone  
a prison for a soul
absorbed in its

personally imposed 
version of...Hell 

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Wisdom Of Dorian Gray

Windowsill view 
of a world 
that has stood still 
for seven years
Seven years 
and all I can do 
and all I can say 
is that the mirrored 
image of myself 
doesn't hold a candle 
to the image or
the wisdom of Dorian Gray 
Self imposed isolation 
so many demons to slay 
ghosts that have a need 
for acknowledgement 
and a clear path 
to send them 
on their heavenly way
Chalky white lines 
have been drawn 
sidewalk zigzag 
and connecting 
all the loose ends 
from you to me 
and back around 
introspective reflecting
Things we didn't 
talk about and nothing 
can explain the path 
that was taken 
or the loss 
that was found
Here I stand
one foot 
in the clouds
the other 
firmly planted 
grave site 
in the ground
It is so obvious 
to anyone with an eye 
for the absurd
surround sound blaring
unanswered questions 
insecurities burned
...into the heart
compassionately held
yet never understood
or heard
The nights continue 
to leave me 
feeling empty handed 
a critical angst
not to spend the rest 
of my life without love
or feeling stranded
And it's not for fear of solitude 
or the emptiness of my bed
it has more to do 
with the natural notion
of how the body 
is nourished
and how the soul is fed
Windowsill view 
of a world 
that has stood still 
for seven years
seven years 
and all I can do 
and all I can say 
is that the mirrored 
image of myself 
doesn't hold a candle 
to the image or
the wisdom of Dorian Gray 

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Saving Grace

There is a time 
and place 
for everything
And when 
there is a cold rain 
falling 
dragging me down 
bringing me down 
comfort zone 
sanctuary 
I stand alone
 - Saving Grace
Off in the distance 
my sins are being 
washed away 
On my knees 
praying to - someone 
for relief 
and who can tell 
when there is 
nothing left 
or worthy 
of the next exhale 
or depth 
of the next breath 
Who will throw 
the first stone 
or have it all
for Heaven sake
 - Saving Grace 
There is a time 
and place 
for everything
And when 
there is a cold rain 
falling 
dragging me down 
bringing me down 
comfort zone 
sanctuary 
I stand alone 
 - Saving Grace

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Friday, January 9, 2015

Forever ‪#‎JeSuisCharlie‬

They are like air
non-tangible 
of no material
substance - 
Yet they are powerful!
Thoughts, words, opinions, perceptions
dialogue; internal, external 
beliefs, doubts, questions, answers 
All up in the air 
Throw it against the wall 
...to see what sticks 
or lands on the floor - 
Pen to paper,
pen in hand 
Words, caricatures
They are like air
non-tangible
of no material 
substance - 
Historic words translated
passed down generation 
watered down interpretation 
Mind boggling
degenerate, debasing 
string of pearls 
words of wisdom 
Yours, mine, his, hers,
theirs, no ones, someones 
Does it matter?
Does any of it matter 
- at the end of a long day? 
End of a long life?
Does it matter 
when a life is taken?
...because?
They are like air
non-tangible
of no material 
substance -
Living is believing;
breathing, loving, hating 
strength, weakness, depravity
giving and taking 
Enlightened, mystified 
acceptance, judgmental
Saving grace, cold blooded murder 
Martyrdom, Sainthood 
Heaven, Hell 
...and all that floats 
between is the truth 
My thoughts 
My words 
My opinion 
My perception
...will continue to grow 
and strengthen 
I am not afraid
Forever ‪#‎JeSuisCharlie‬ 

© 2015 TrilbyYates  

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Brightest Of Eyes

The arms of love 
Wrapped around me 
Small boy 
Baby child 
Little angel with 
The brightest of eyes 
Cherishing and grateful 
For all of what this life 
Has unfolded before me
..and it took a while 
But I have come to know 
Life is what we make of it 
As time slowly passes 
- and harsh memories fade 
The space I wake in 
Is full of optimism 
...and surprise 
Even as our world 
Spins reluctantly out of control
- setting its self ablaze 
Off in a quieter calming place 
There is a true Wisdom 
...and words from the oh so very Wise 
As I drift off peacefully
Into my heavenly place 
Of an imaginary feather bed
 - and Cheshire wide smiles 
I will continue to count 
...all of my blessings 
And walk the unknown miles
With the arms of love 
Wrapped around me 
Small boy 
Baby child 
Little angel with 
The brightest of eyes ~


© 2014 TrilbyYates 

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

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

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

King And Queen Of The Prom

I can walk 
down the street 
with my wings glistening
in the moonlight
and my skirt hiked 
up to Heaven 
I can carry 
a tune 
and write 
the lyrics 
with my eyes 
glazed over 
from the lack 
of empathy 
One hit wonder
fly by night 
captivator 
feet never 
firmly planted 
on the ground
Surround sound 
and all that 
matters...
We were flying high 
We were invincible 
The king and queen 
of the prom 
neither went to
We were untouchable
Golden sparks flying 
into an endless night

We were flying high 
We were invincible 
The king and queen 
of the prom 
neither went to
We were untouchable
Golden sparks flying 
into an endless night 

© 2014 TrilbyYates

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Heaven, Hell or Brooklyn

Walking beyond the dunes
sea grass slips
between my fingers
The roar of the ocean
calms my nerves
and I remember
how you felt
beneath the waves
The Siren's song whistles
in the night carried
by an ocean breeze;
and every night your memory
brings me to my knees
And I wonder...
Heaven, Hell or Brooklyn - where is love

Gates of Heaven open wide
but I'm lost in Hell's grip
held tight in Hell's grip -
I'm the prom queen that was never crowned
I'm the missing chapter in my own lyrical book
Dylan-esque quality but he choked on my words
how brilliantly absent minded
how brilliantly absurd

Last night I walked into a bar,
not sure if my wounds were covered,
not sure if I'd gone to far
but your blue eyes lit the way
making it easy not to stumble
making it easy to imagine
with a kiss so deep, 
vows never to be broken
and I'm at a loss for words 
and don't know what to say
So now I wonder...
Heaven, Hell or Brooklyn - when is love going to stay

You have that last nail in the coffin look
Not a criminal or a crook
But you stole my heart from me
Pages folded over in the last chapter of my lyrical book
Heaven, Hell or Brooklyn - when is love going to set me free

Maintaining faith hasn't always been kind,
but never mind, 
I fell asleep during the best part
While your eyes look deep into mine
God only knows it's a fresh start
And now I'm wondering
wondering out loud
wondering about Heaven Hell or Brooklyn

Where is the love that's supposed to carry me through
Where is the love that I've been hanging on to
Faith isn't just for the weary,
Faith isn't just for the forgotten
Maybe I shouldn't have spoken so boldly,
maybe I should have kept my mouth shut
but fuck, what have I got to lose 

I'm the prom queen that was never crowned
I'm a missing chapter in my own lyrical book
Dylan-esque quality, but he choked on my words
how brilliantly absent minded
how brilliantly absurd...

Heaven Hell or Brooklyn - where is love now

© 2014 TrilbyYates 





Thursday, July 24, 2014

Saint Cecilia's Song

Looking beyond 
the window
framing dreamy 
images 
like a professional 
paparazzo
Candle light
burns so bright
Bleeding Heart flowers
circle your name
center of meditation-al drift
And you - you are a song
perfect harmony,
perfect gift
Shimmering 
from side to side
Tap dancing wonder,
heartbeat drummer, 
cat on a hot tin roof
Cheshire smile
horizons wide 
sunset or sunrise
you look like heaven 
in this light 
Saint Cecilia sing for me - 
while holy water spills 
from a vase 
on the counter - 
your voice glistens...

Roses are red and violets are blue
you say words in a whisper
...baby I've never loved better than you
Roses are red and violets are blue
you say words in a whisper
...baby I've never loved better than you

© 2014 TrilbyYates  

Friday, June 27, 2014

Grand Masquerade

Long beach walks, 
silent talks
thoughts and such
Wondering if there is
a chance, slight possibility
cosmic hotline
that you are aware,
that you can see or hear...me
Wondering if this is all
just some illusive grand masquerade
that is being spun
from the tip of wisdom filled tongues,
with a blank slate
to continually create
what ever
is in the moment;
an abyss of possibilities
and none  -
Void of all
nothing tangible
...an illusive grand masquerade
that is being spun
from the tip of wisdom filled tongues -

...dancing as if there is no tomorrow



© 2014 TrilbyYates    

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Angel Dove

Romantic sunset 
slips 
into the abyss 
another 
solitary slumber 
while the man 
in the moon 
rises 
to the occasion 
off in the distance 
love shadows 
clarity 
never coming 
into full view 
star light 
star bright 
lost on the wishes 
of the night 
all that matters 


Heaven above 
baby's breath 
angel dove...

 

© 2013 Trilby

Friday, August 23, 2013

Nothing More

Death doesn't knock 
before entering 
unexpected guest 
comes to call 
whispers gentle shush 
soft breeze 
leaving just the slightest 
chill on the cheek 
incomplete bargaining 
back and forth 
ready or not 
sometimes 
maybe 
no 
undetermined peacefulness 
awaiting 
off in the distance 
the unknown throws
lovely shadows
on us all
fear not 
what is on 
the other side 
of nothingness 
we wallow 
in our childhood 
often religiously 
prompted rhetoric 
baby angel 
wings playfully 
brush against 
our core 
reminding us 
there is nothing 
to be afraid of
when there is nothing
more... 

© 2013 Trilby

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Waiting

Darkest of the night 
when spoken
simple words
...my love the light 
lands perfectly
you have 
the face 
of an angel 
saving grace 
and all that we were taught 
in stained glass cathedrals 
ceilings reaching out 
grabbing hold 
of the heavens 
with windows that bleed
holiest of waters
pouring
onto the faithless 
color soothes the soul 
sinners and not 
bead readers 
in silent prayer 
words strung together 
signs of the Cross 
we have yet to bear 
the son, his, or her name
guiding the way 
bring us to our knees 
thankful for what we have
finally found 
and now as walls 
crumble around me 
piece by tiny piece 
my life is quietly
dismantled 
and only those 
that watch 
from high above 
can bring it all 
to an end 
while waiting has never
been a virtue
I ponder and question
I wait and wonder
counting the stars 
waiting for a peaceful 
slumber...that does not come...waiting...

© 2013 Trilby

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Shadows

Tongue and cheek 
slap down 
mixed match 
lovers jest 
one blink 
loser begs 
for mercy 
there wasn't 
a time 
when second thoughts 
or lack of judgement 
flying too high 
meant it wasn't 
our time 
but just as the fun 
began 
you slipped away 
off to another land 
without limitations 
leaving me behind
trapped in the now
 - oh you bastard, 
yes I cursed 
the wind your ashes 
were blowing in, 
the ocean tide 
that carried you away 
over and over
again
so many vivid dreams 
color, black and white
confusion seemed
more the norm 
than not 
but it is within 
those dream states 
when you walk with me 
whispers in the darkness 
that somehow 
keep me 
from slipping 
deeper into the shadows...


p.s. ...I question if I will thank you or slap you when we meet again at the "Pearly Gates"

© 2013 Trilby

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Second Wind Next Life

Ten second spin off
you still can't
recall my name
and if I blink
you
would fade away
only the scent
of yesterday remains
you don't
hold a candle
to him
my Angel in the night
Blue Moon Belgian style
wheat ale
is a cheap and much welcomed
buzz
words from a stranger
send a chill
like a sharp shooter
your aim
was off
missing your target
without intention
or thought
too much pressure
on where we are
where we have been
self help groups
are the fall guy
for winners in disguise
walking away
with much more than pride
ego can mask
only so much
when life throws
a curve ball
sliding home
is not an option
when that safe haven
slipped away
years ago
I still wonder
what road
I would have traveled
if I hadn't been on the run
grabbing this and that
along the way
carpetbagger by trade
inherent scene of survival
never giving up the ghost
hanging on for dear life
and praying
for a quick release

Darling I'll see you at the cross roads....second wind, next life...

© 2013 Trilby




Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Post Valentines Day ~ 2.15.12

Sweet Sentimental Valentine

Mild winter lack of snow,
white luster dulls the senses
a chill in the air cuts to the bone
leaves of a season past linger gingerly
with no place in particular to go
a blessing shared on widow's walk
fare winds and following seas
with all the anticipation of an early spring
a sailors dream comes true,
mourning doves sorrowful coo
touches the heart gently
and the nightingale's wale
carries the weight of a new day a dawning
memories are tear drops of time
fluid thoughts of years past
and the Heavens open arms wide 
to my sweet and sentimental Valentine...

To JY, Love always and forever, TY

© 2012 Trilby Yates

Saturday, November 5, 2011

November Chill ~ 2011

Mind Bending

“Darlin you have the voice of an angel…”
eyes twinkle with starlight and words so smooth,
so very smooth
they cause pause and reflection
that only the holy
and anointed
dare stare without hesitation
and in a divine moment,
a split second,
a NY minute counted backwards is short changed,
slipped his hand into mine
stole a single thread of golden light
that circled around my naiveté
angel wings plucked
from high above
leaving minuscule reflections
of tiny glistening pieces –

...no regret.













photo by Ari Mygatt 2011

photo by Ari Mygatt 2011


© 2011 Trilby Yates - all photographs taken by TYates unless otherwise noted.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Fall 2011

Steadfast and True

5 AM light flashes
cell phone buzz
just a reminder
there is a new day
a’ dawning
steadfast and true
and I can admit
there have been times
when the thought
was like the sound
of fingernails
to a chalkboard
dread shoots
between a fine line
up or down
depending on which way
the adrenaline flows
and just when I’m comfortable
in my own skin again
the calendar turns
the page and
staring me square
is another anniversary
of this or that
whatever keeps the heart
cemented in the past
and though I struggle
to set myself free
there is a warped
sense of comfort
in the familiar
the known
the well worn shirt
you left behind
wrapped around me
arms of yesterday
or knowing each riff
beat and break
like a deep breath
to a favorite love song
12 bars of sheer delight
steadfast and true
here in the calm
a slight haze
of sunlight
not completely
shinning through
hot cup of java
with a touch of honey
like a bee sting to my heart
I wonder if Jesus
would have jumped the track
to take back his last trip
to the garden
shifting fate to sheer coincidence
and while skipping stones
at your grave
bides the time
it’s not quite the same
spinning yarns
like spinning a tale
a web of better times
and poetic promise
stead fast and true…


© 2011 Trilby