I Don't Waste Time

You lean a little 
to the left
drawing me closer 
pulling me into 
your heart
Your hands 
are tender
but I can still feel 
your inner strength
...and I don't move away
All that matters 
is the feel 
of your face 
close to mine
I am in awe 
of the way 
you seep into me 
and never move 
completely through
I've been told 
I wear my emotions
on my sleeve...and I do
that's perfectly fine with me
and it's OK with you
I don't waste time 
and wonder
how we sleep 
so soundly
while the neighborhood 
burns generational-ly 
to the ground
- because we are shut inside out
And all I want 
to feel 
are your arms 
wrapped tightly 
around me
I don't waste time 
and wonder
how a society 
can continually beat
its people 
into the ground
...and still sleep so soundly
the way we do...
Smoldering ash 
flies high
and gently falls 
up and never down
leaving a thin 
sheer blanket
just the slightest trace
yet nothing 
is transparent
The truth is veiled 
the way a secret 
is never told 
The truth is hidden 
but someday 
it will unfold
...it will certainly unfold
I don't waste time 
and wonder
how we sleep 
so soundly
while the neighborhood 
burns generational-ly 
to the ground
- because we are shut inside out
And all I want 
to feel 
are your arms 
wrapped tightly 
around me
I don't waste time 
and wonder
how a society 
can continually beat
its people 
into the ground
...and still sleep so soundly
the way we do...

© 2015 TrilbyYates

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



 

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