Dear Life

Is this the way it's suppose to be?
The way it's supposed to play out?
My mind is telling me one thing...
but time doesn't seem to be on my side
I'm kicking and screaming
being dragged through life
scuff marks on my hands and knees - 
Is this really the way it's going to be?
The way it's supposed to play out?
I'm kicking and screaming,
broken arms and broken legs -
Heart fails and shock sets in
Does it seem to matter much?
Hey I'll tell you what - you can sit on the side line
and watch the show
I'll even supply the popcorn and balloons
a side show with music and a harp player
But, but I promise you,
I'll tell you straight up,
I'm hanging on for dear life
barely hanging on for dear life
Is this really the way it's supposed to be?
The way it's going to play out?
If I had known this long ago
I may have already checked out...
I may have already checked out;
taken that short walk with rocks in my pockets
The cold waters surrounding me,
the cold waters taking me down
kicking and screaming
scuff marks on my hands and knees -
You my friend can sit on the side line
and watch the show;
I'll even supply the popcorn and balloons
a side show with music and a harp player
But, but I promise you my friend,
I'll tell you straight up
I'm hanging on for dear life
...barely hanging on for dear life


© 2014 TrilbyYates 

Solace

Gold bands 
and tanned hands 
heart searches for forgiveness 
when the time is slow 
and cold winds blow 
there isn't much solace

© 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

Newport Nights

Hands held tight 
our lives hanging 
by a thread 
Newport nights
comfort in a smile
kisses deep 
with passion 
and promise 
hopes that this 
crazy world 
could stop for us
for a moment 
just one single 
moment 
in time 
when all that we 
saw
heard
felt 
would remain true 
and timeless...
...but nothing seems 
to truly last forever 
and words 
that can't be taken back 
sting at times 
when tenderness 
from long ago 
remains
wanted and needed...
...there was 
a story 
we told 
it was sweet 
til the bitter end 
and with each day 
that passes 
and month 
that turns 
into another year 
I still think of you 
and wonder 
how could you 
forget 
how could you 
not take pause 
and reach out...

...Newport nights...


© 2013 Trilby

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