We Are Ready For Peace

Drifting timeline moving 
with a renewed 
inspiration
- Reluctance hovers above...
Shifting weight 
from left to right 
and all that comes 
around is the absence 
of good will...
The side stepping 
warmonger
pounding 
of the chest
beating the drum 
soars with an intense 
vibration that pierces 
the right side 
of the brain 
and shoots into 
the worlds consciousness - 
Our continued effort 
and solidarity persists
"We are ready for peace..." echos throughout
Yet the troops remain standing at attention 
"We are ready for peace..." echos throughout
Yet the troops remain standing at attention -

© 2015 TrilbyYates



 

Those Beyond The Age Of Service

I can feel the beat of the drum
that repetitive mesmerizing 
all to familiar vibration 
that pounds deep in the heart
blood pumping adrenaline rush
of those that can not see beyond 
their own insecurities - fears
egos soar high above 
with the wing span - symbolic majestic strength
of an eagle - hawk mentality
never questioning the obvious
never questioning the past
- those beyond the age of service

I remember that vibration, that sensation
the lacking of humanity and compassion
that fills the hearts - of some
the puffing up of their chest with fists pounding 
words spewing free flowing venom - poison 
like the rumbling sound of the earth cracking 
splitting down the middle - jagged edges
swallowing the souls of those in search 
of salvation and redemption 
the sound of those that continue to reject
- those beyond the age of service

I hear the beat of the drum
an all to familiar sound that pounds 
louder and louder - each day 
and there are no lessons learned 
we fall to our knees praying to our particular source of god 
we hold our children close - they are all our children
close to our chest hearts pounding - rhythmic surrender
wounds so deeply ingrained - subconscious prejudice
there is no power of prayer or ranting and raving
that will ever set the record straight 
that will ever clear the slate
posing the same questions - repetitive prompting
war the only acceptable answer  
- for those beyond the age of service

© 2014 TrilbyYates

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  

White Night Black Stallion

I can see it 
in your eyes 
replaying
like your favorite flick;
...over and over again - 
And all I can hear
is the banging 
of the drum...
and you, you remind me
with a repetitive triple stroke drum roll;
telling me your secrets 
in my sleep
whispered secrets 
in my sleep -
Slipping into my dreams 
warm hands
Egyptian cotton sheets 
cool to the touch... 
White Night, Black Stallion 
braided mane  -
One last mistake is all I ever wanted
One last mistake...
It's like that first time high
you know, like before falling off the cliff
to high up the air is so thin 
can't take a breath - 
it hurts to breathe in,
it's the down side of up,
end zone no one knows;
and no one cares
but you and me
Whispered secrets in my sleep
...don't let go, don't ever let go
but off you went into the wind...
White Night, Black Stallion
braided mane
one last mistake is all I ever wanted
one last mistake
one last mistake 


© 2014 TrilbyYates 

Sleep Doesn't Come

Bits and pieces 
golden flecks rainbow 
colors 
twirl with delight 
notes and verse 
sing from high 
above 
majestic vibrations 
rattle the senses 
dripping 
deep red blood 
stained holy water 
sprinkled over me
clear blue sky
reflection pool
ripple effect
heart to stone
visions shadow
my private thoughts
....sleep doesn't come
Drum beat 
blue moon 
dancing 
in the sand 
summer sounds 
mesh 
artistic liberty stolen
oh how the wind 
does blow 
worries hover 
hand in hand 
carefree wishes 
to and fro 
gilded cages
self proclaimed
virtuoso 
jack of all trades
master of none
who holds you 
when
...sleep doesn't come ~


© 2013 Trilby