God Is Not Dead

Words quietly spoken
Words floating in the night
Billowing halo warped wrap around
words spoken quietly
God is dead
God is dead
- Faith is a belief not based on proof 
Faith is a tapestry silk and satin 
weaving through 
heart into soul
head into heart
Not tangible to touch
but a magical sensation 
weaving through heart into spirit
Rattling about so stable so very unshakable
- unbreakable  
Questionable in my dreams
Rattling about broken at times
Rosary beads slip from my hands
I sink to bended knee
unlike other faiths standing on equal ground
I sink to bended knee humbled
Questionable in my dreams
I woke wrapped in a cloud
wrapped in billowing halo warped wrap around
I said the words
I spoke out loud 
God is not dead 
God is not dead 
I said softly words whispered 
in the darkness of the night 
Words heard echoing bounce
Words spoken tongue tied
yet understood Tower of Babble
There is wisdom in the story
There is peace and confidence 
in the questioning of my faith 
My lack of belief has been 
a distant abstraction 
My lack of faith has been
at times a painful reaction
But in this fog hovering in the night
I was solid 
I was touched
I said it out loud
God is not dead 
God is not dead
I lay back falling into a deep sleep
wrapped in a cloud I began to weep 
And as the sails began to fill
and move slowly across the bay
I remembered the story
of choice and free will -

The vision brought tears to my heart
tears to my eyes and I cried at the image 
and the knowledge
I am wisdom
I am wise 
God is not dead
God is not dead

The vision brought tears to my heart
tears to my eyes and I cried at the image
and the knowledge
I am wisdom
I am wise
God is not dead
God is not dead

© 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

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

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  

Death Of A Female Poet

Slipping away
Into a sweet space
Reverie peace maker
Holds my hand
Feather bed comfort
Safe haven soothsayer 
Fluffy white pillows
Lavender and lace
Lulling me into
A deep sleep
Dreams in sepia
Hints of color
- and a spray
Of black and white
Vintage montage
In the powerful Atlantic air
I am standing high above
Second floor balcony
Overlooking the Saugatuck River
Noon sun burning in the sky
Letting it all in with eyes shut
A better way to see
All the magical images
Encompassing me
- and off in the distance
Someone is picking up
A loaded gun, taking aim
- and shooting at me
1st shot center 3rd eye
2nd shot left of the heart
Pulsating blood beat
Words entwined
No rhythm no rhyme
Words suspended
There is no sense of time
- and as the light
Begins to shift and fade
I feel everything
A rush of sweetness
- and surrender
A loss of fear
A loss of rage
- and as the high tide
Murky Saugatuck waters
Begin to flow over me
Pushing beyond
The eternal waves
Floating into a deep grey sea
The Long Island Sound
Is singing my name
- and welcoming me...Woman Of The Page

© 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

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 

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

Holy Resemblance

Slight of hand with a side twist of fate 
smoke and mirrors up in a puff vaporize 
shifting grey eyes 
grab a hold of what is near and dear 
only one that gets out alive 
is the Svengali in us all 
with hands thrust deeply
in the back pocket of our neighbors
while holding a knife to the jugular 
serial killers our partners in crime 
sitting at the head of the table
cloth napkin falls to the floor
glances shoot subtle wish
never more never more
you lose either way willing 
or unable 
glass ceilings crack 
at the thought of redemption 
and there is a lack 
of satisfaction when only a few 
have the formula to what's what 
and how to get off without leaving a trace 
and I look to your perfection 
without question or concern
without biblical connection 
like a wide eyed wonder child 
from the hippie-drone era 
non committal paradox
trapped in the four corners 
of our flawless microcosm
cardboard latch key box 
tipping the scales of justice 
we look out with an air of superiority 
our society's majority is made up of a minority
that requires everyone else 
turn the other cheek and trust us 
as if we are the keepers of this world 
pretending that the other side of the moon
bears witness to none
to all that we have to hide 
all that we have done
behind closed doors shades drawn
you recall the sense of being
nothing less than a saboteurs pawn
an impossibility if one believes solely
in a greater power grand source
creator of all that is holy
left handed gun raised firing the final shot
...resembling all that we are not ~

© 2014 TrilbyYates    
 

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

Will Never Know

Stress level up 
hits a high 
not even time 
to peak 
from beneath 
the end zone 
of what 
has yet to come 
when all else fails 
there is no way 
out 
but 
to pull the 
cord 
on an empty 
parachute 
while silver 
spoons 
line lip stick 
shades drawn 
childlike images 
willow branches 
bending
quiet summer 
breeze 
wisps of clouds 
covered smoke 
cinder blocks 
fall 
to the point 
of absurdity 
and tho 
the mind 
has slowed 
and often 
skips a beat 
from time 
to off time 
in those profound 
instances 
when nothing is known 
and everything else 
is  sheer 
propaganda 
Photoshop splits 
the facts 
reality is less and less 
a common thread 
from living life 
to walking a fine 
line 
of faith and understanding 
what you did
what someone told
And as the Tower of Babble 
wags 
another tale
take me 
down paths
of "milk and honey"
with the promise
silk linens thread 
count 
grains of sand 
slipping passionately
through my fingers
lovers seldom bought 
and never grow old 
my hands begin to tremble
and I am aware once again
... of what I will never know...


© 2013 Trilby

Angel Women

you look 
at 
Me 
Us 
Them 
with distaste
that lingers 
and always 
falls away 
with an echoing
vibration
sounds of 
objection 
rejection 
a judgment 
of values 
integrity
who are you 
to place 
the burden 
of your own 
dysfunction 
lacking 
onto 
a generation 
of Angel Women 
with Wings 
of Gold 
that carried us 
from sticks and stones
in the past
to the heights of Grace
for a bright future
who are you 
to not 
question 
but instead
to answer 
with words 
of hate 
debasing slap
that reveals
more about 
you than 
Me 
Us 
Them 
in what 
dark place 
do you roam 
where 
words flow
with ease
severing heart strings
cuntpussyslutwhore 
turning the heat 
of passion 
flames of love
to humiliation
denigrating 
an entire gender

where do you linger
where do you crawl....

© 2013 Trilby

Poems for Jerry II

Letting Go

Cautious laughter,
light hearted diversion,
sunshine and ocean breeze
beauty beyond my senses
I stare out at all the magnificence
sincerity surrounds me
I feel thankful to have the sight to see
the sensation to feel the cold Atlantic spray upon my face
I begin to appreciate submission,
gradually my shoulders relax
instinctively I lean my head
resting gently on your shoulder
the waves crash against the rocky shore
standing in the ripples of a solitary moment
guilt grabs hold of my heart
a painful reminder
like a dagger piercing a point in time
I stand alone
the tears fall from a poignant place
just for an instant
grief took leave
but was not prepared
to completely let go…

Questionable Faith

Deals with God
promises made
to anyone
with the power
or some higher source
that stands out from all the others
with a touch of Grace and Humility
that soars toward the Heavens
never a mystery to the Grand Schemer
or Motley Crew
who kneel at the feet of the One
only to ponder the questions
that have no prospect for
an arrow that is shot
in a straight line
landing off center
on the left side of the curve
but I still can’t make sense
of everything that has happened
late in the night when all is calm
my sobbing is silenced
by the tears that stifle
all the Faith I once held
in that special zone for Saints and Sinners
with sweet incense smoke rising
but never reaching those places
we’ve all imagined
once our Destination
has been reached and
we ascend into the
right hand of a Kinder
and Gentler
“God”…

Sailor’s Warning

Another day comes to a close
I dread the darkness
but as comfort grows
I surrender to the inevitable
only to have the morning light
rattle my emotions
the cloak of protection
slowly fades into shades of grey
the sun sneaks up on me
with a spotlight intensity full of promises lost
anticipation colors muted echo as a sailor cautions,
red sky at night sailors delight,
red sky in the morning sailors take warning…

WORDS

Spirituality, religion, theology, mysticism, holiness,
Belief, creed, conviction,
Divinity
Sanctity, piety, godliness, saintliness, consecration, devoutness, devotion, purity
Blessedness, inviolability, sacredness
Piousness, goodness, principle, trust, credence
Confidence, acceptance, credibility, authority
Sincerity, integrity, earnestness
Fervor, passion, zeal, vehemence, ardor
Genuineness, honesty, authenticity
Legitimacy, validity, realism, accuracy
Loyalty, commitment, dedication
Blind faith, follow the leader, unquestionable, unanswerable
Take my word for it…unsubstantiated fact… Faith

Faith is to believe what you do not yet see; the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. -- Saint Augustine

© 2008 Pamela Viscomi Yates