Leap Of Faith

Odd the way people 
come and go 
floating in and out 
of my life 
and as the wind blows 
it's just another reminder 
how walking from here 
to there 
can more often then not 
lead to somewhere
and it's been years 
since I've felt 
the flutter of angel wings 
against my brow 
or the holier than thou 
touch on my shoulder 
reminding me 
I'm not really alone 
and I have to say 
if I were to write another book 
disconnect the edit button 
my characters could 
make a grown man blush 
not that I'm some femme fatale 
but I've had my share 
of wanting to fade away 
into the harsh light 
of the morning after 
disappearing into the wallpaper
flip the switch from night to day 
no looking back 
always on a fast track 
one shoe on 
the other left behind 
stumble jumping 
wishful thinking 
Freudian slip 
least of my worries 
a slow stroll 
to the very edge 
fingers grip 
and I take that leap of faith 
time and time again 
like a cat with nine lives 
always landing on my feet 
a bit battered and bruised 
but never giving up the ship 
a life lesson I've learned very well...

© 2014 TrilbyYates

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 

One Step, Two Step

"Walking down Canal street,
one step, two step
knocking every door
one step, two step couldn't find a whore ..."
Double Dutch
jump rope rhymes
play that beat baby
keep the rhythm
keep the time...
And I know you know
I still have your drum set
and play louder 
and harder everyday
just to prove a point
of least resistance
it's a doable existence
I often wonder
what would you think
what would you say - if anything at all
No question there is still life
in this spirit of mine
even though the game changed
I feel - this is a new sensation -
like a fish out of water - at times
I have always been a fast learner
with little frustration
I own the right to travel the road
with the wind in my face
and there isn't a trace
of regret or remorse
And a rhythm I learned on the street
R&B soulful sound
is in my blood so profound
a flowing beat
that never lets
the inner self stop moving
the temperature rises 
I feel the heat
I'll bang away 
bang until the light of day
sticks to skins
cymbals vibrate
all that reminiscing
won't go to waste  - you taught me well
And you of all people
knew I always had a thing
for drummer boys - still do
now with eyes wide
and an open soul
every note counts
like the steps of AA
Rosary in hand
I continue to pray - to whom I don't know - 
And although my only addiction
is a desire for truth and happiness
with many a detour along the way - I admit
I breathe for lessons still to be lived and to be learned
and oh so many bridges never to be burned - that would be such a waste
So as I play and drift far, far way
as if there is this magical place...and I believe there is
The music holds for me - like a lover
in a different way
as words are my weapon of choice
but in this zone
it is a master of its own
space and time slip away
and all night long I play and play... 

© 2014 TrilbyYates