Word Flow Vice

There is a sense 
of dread lingering
deep dark longing 
wrapped tightly 
suffocating 
to the point 
of paralysis 
I do not pause 
or hesitate 
Fear is not a driving force
Narcissistic identity bender,
insanity root of inspiration,
and subconscious driving force
...maybe 
I have my words,
my pen and paper;
sword of sorts 
And when I am alone 
in this place of anonymity 
it remains a surreal 
untouchable source of truth 
and provocative profanity - 
I do not hide 
behind my words 
Yet - I struggle to speak 
As each layer 
is painstakingly 
torn away,
tiny pieces of my soul 
are revealed 
And as the reader 
may skim over this page,
little does one know 
what turmoil lie beneath 
each dotting of an "i"
or crossing of a "t" - 
Searching for perfection 
in an imperfect way,
to translate thought,
mindful imagery 
to a more tangible form 
The written word
scratched on a piece of paper 
shreds of detail 
pieced together
Patterns scattered about;
brilliant creation 
Something to view 
Something to think about 
And thou it is never enough
and it is never completely complete 
Even as the words begin to move 
into a slow-go finality,
there remains an endless well 
of inspiration...word flow vice

© 2015 TrilbyYates   

Reluctantly Fade Away

Waited past midnight 
for stones to be tossed 
on my window pane,
Til the Sand Man 
made his way 
sending me on an alternative 
journey ~
Mr. Goodbar 
took my hand 
leading me to dreams 
of another
kind...
Singing lullabies 
with fingers crossed 
and a wink of transparent eyes...

You - reluctantly fade away ~

Early morning light, 
rays shinning through 
cracks shades drawn...
They spoke 
in hushed tones 
of old and new 
as if you had been 
mislaid,
Only I knew 
of your true demise 
and your favorite 
hiding places~
Their veracity and rhetoric 
suffocated you 
to the core,
With secret ties 
and swaying lies, 
clutching hands 
like a deceptive
lover...
Some bonds 
are never broken, 
easily...
hearts and spirits untamed
We would kiss 
in filtered shadows, 
hiding from the storm...
As the grains of sand 
unknowingly slipped 
beneath our feet
Yours and mine, 
entwined promises - 
slit of the wrist 
our blood
mingles
Lovers in the night ~
And time is of no value 
in a world indulging
illusive rants 
and raves
While outside, 
looking beyond 
the golden gates and
high walls...
I wonder,
Do you remember me
...more thought 
than question posed...
Touching deep, 
a bullet lodged 
in the left side 
of your brain
You were 
an easy target 
with an X 
conveniently 
marking the spot
"...taking a breath now,
...is like a dagger's jagged edge..."
"...never cutting clean through..." 
your whispered words 
subside
I miss your smile - 
corners taped 
with glimmering hope
the naivete 
in your eyes
now glazed over 
and gray
A permanent reality 
has been fit 
to an inconsequential mold -
And you no longer 
really exist...
...and...I

I - reluctantly fade away ~ 

© 2014 TrilbyYates 

Life Line Snap

I am a one liner
cliche
oblivious daydreamer
fantasy shaker
one foot in front of the other stumbling block
self proclaimed prophet to the faithless
magnificent enemy of a higher order
I am identifiable
puff of vaporized humanity
sexuality twist
gender bender
fraudulent soul seeker
status disclaimer
lacking moral compass deformity
stolen innocence imposter
race confused
bouncing reflector
Black, White, Yellow, Red
once in a life time off beat charlatan
I walk, talk and live the consequence
broken chain torn bleeding heart
surrender to none
open book closed and shamed
baffled by my own confusion
eyes wise lessons yet to learn
crimson lips sink stolen ships
white knuckling way of life
blood soaked delusional story teller
love lacking compartmentalized wanderer
truth seeking denier
all is not lost when all is not found

...life line snap

© 2013 Trilby

4th of July 2011

Fisherman's Walk

All the battles
that rage around us
hands of the clock
never stop and we
step forward
with the hope and promise
that what we believe
to be true
is coming from a higher power
and not just the back pocket
of some man with a plan
and a fetish for fame and fortune –
or what ever else is twisted
around our fate.
We walk the walk
and talk the talk
bury our children
from generation
to generation
draped in a flag
of one nation under God –
while we praise and hail Mary
giving us the power of choice.
For whom the bell tolls
is a question we won’t ask
because it cannot be un-rung
each name is etched in stone.
And Einstein said,
“…insanity is doing the same thing
over and over expecting different results…”

Do you feel free yet?


© 2011 Trilby Yates