Breathe Easy

It's that shading time 
of in-between 
end of daylight 
and the start of nighttime 
when shadows lose their definition 
and begin to morph 
into a quiet spaceless-ness 

When love wraps itself around 
all the worlds creatures 
with the warmth and security 
of a lovers arms 
or the way a parent would embrace 
- their child 

Dusk, a space in time 
when there is no beginning, 
middle or end 
- it is more of a fading off
a drifting away 
slow motion pause
a place that is unconditional
forever constant... 

A place I tend to breathe easy


© 2016 TrilbyYates
 



 

My Lovers Gone

There is a story, 
it is my own 
It fills all the spaces and lines 
that lead in and around 
the deepest and most shallow 
- like a wading pool, or sandbar - water up to my knees 
floating sensation into the abyss of joyfulness 
- all part of my mind 
Energy free form soaring, bounding rhetoric 
leaving an indiscriminate mark of solace 
etched in a monogram of initials 
- for all of those I have loved 
Freeing words trickle out ever so slowly,
with no sense of urgency
but, as a delicate pearl of wisdom 
flowing freedom with the knowing 
of an ocean bed, comfort in its path 
More than okay with its journey - and its destination 
Carving a path that will change with each season,
with each tide pulled by the moon light, beckoning
like my lovers gone and I will continue on and on...

- floating sensation into the abyss of joyfulness...
like my lovers gone, and I will continue on and on

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Someone Is Shouting Jihad

Clear Parisian sky 
a sweet night 
to live and die 
without purpose
or validation of intent
but a twist of fate 
walking down 
the Champs Elysees 
and in my heart 
there is a love song 
and bright city lights
and what is that 
I heard you say 
not in a soft whisper 
but accusatory verbiage
and solitary sob
someone is shouting Jihad
you have a cause 
but you have no home 
you hide, linger and roam 
and wander in obscurity 
blanketed chatter code 
distant and detached
from the pulse 
of the universe 
you were born 
to cherish and to hold
loyal to a higher source 
fantasy wild illusion 
of what may be waiting 
for your brothers
on the other side
there is no solution
there is no pride
stained in blood and flesh 
your stairway to heaven
is a fiery inferno 
leading not to the purity 
of innocent virgins 
as you have been told
but as a venomous snake 
you will find only darkness 
not shadow or light 
nor colors bright 
but an abyss 
of nothingness 
we create what we are
someone is shouting Jihad... 

© 2015 TrilbyYates 

Death

So yes, I have hit the wall 
- many times
I've reached down 
in the darkness and found 
the bottom was still 
another 100 feet below me 
and all I can say 
with a hint of ambivalence
"...man what a trip, what a journey..." 

And all the introspective chatter 
and cliches passing thru the test of time 
held with the highest regard phrases 
don't hold an ounce of truth 
when the light at the end of the tunnel 
is a taunting echo of yourself 

Self help mumbo jumbo
new age movement
authors and prophets of old
who keep their secrets 
closely protected 
within their well guarded heart
while all along holding the key 
to their own mysteries 
...yet to be solved

And the passions rise 
when a nerve is struck
over and over again
their truth is well earned 
from their own rock bottom 
bouncing realizations 
when a light bulb moment
goes off the crowd kneels
and we all know it is
just another oxymoron 
but enlightens those in the dark 
without question none the less

Once again I am 
in a free fall 
seeing a lot of familiar faces
along the way
- and yet 
there is still no comfort 
in the masses 
and self pity is as destructive 
as falling on your own 
proverbial sword 
- it's all a ploy 
a way to make sense 
of the inevitable 
to maintain the purity of faith
in the smile of excellence
on your face
that it is sincere 
and not a reflection 
of one foot already planted 
firmly in the ground of fear

And that's not for me
I'm just saying man
that is not my way out 
my ashes will blow 
across the wide open sea
that sweet spot 
where land never 
reaches the eye
- carried by angels 
and when the time is right 
they will kiss me off 
into the wind I'll float
high above what was
once my reality

And in the distance 
a comforting voice 
will be heard 
whispers of welcome 
and a warm hand 
will reach out and touch 
that one remaining particle 
the ultimate human being
...death needs no introduction

© 2015 TrilbyYates

I Live With No Regrets

Wishful thinking
a few Hail Mary's 
and an Act Of Contrition 
thrown in for good luck 
 - keeps me honest
when I spend to much
time alone...
Once you asked
if I was raised 
as a Catholic girl 
Big Apple shines bright
in beautiful Italian brown eyes
you said
All I could see
were emerald shades 
of green in yours
reflecting in retrospect 
is like looking
beyond the mirror
Undeniable passion
while sparks flew
and we strolled along 
The River Seine 
Your hands soft and electric 
reached inside my chest
grabbed a hold of my heart 
as if there would be no tomorrow -
     (took my breath away)
future pending - 
 - and there wasn't ...

But, the question remains,
asked to often 
out of focus 
a balancing act
high wire stress factor
cliff hanger -
Would we have taken that walk
if we had known? 

The light flickered -
then went out -  

I think, yes...I live with no regrets


© 2014 TrilbyYates   

Shifting Sand

Looking out 
beyond the reef 
beyond the minds 
bend 
toward the horizon 
imaginations 
play sweet 
harmonious lullabies 
of days gone by 
and the best 
are yet to come 
somewhere 
out there 
tides will rise 
shifting sand 
carry footprints
out to sea
memories 
a gentle reminder 
that we are 
merely mortal 
after all 
end of the day 
nothing will 
remain the same 
eyes close 
drift away 
to a place 
now and then
the future 
holds a bright light
leading the way
gentler times
left behind
cherish the moments
of promise and forever 
permeating the senses 


© 2013 Trilby

Rising Tides - 2013

Such a wise guy
flip response 
makes me laugh out loud
while emotions roll over
like the Queen mother's wave 
during centennial this or that
can't quite recall 
the gist 
or intention of celebration 
but there is a shift in the universe 
and it's dragging me along 
...oh what a delightful ride
no time for one liners 
the depth of my soul 
touches the Atlantic to the bone
and you have a gleam in your eyes 
that makes me question
all that once seemed so mundane 
and now the light that shines 
throws a brilliant ray of glistening hope 
casting away shadows and demons 
from a long over due past
my protective garb 
no longer serves its purpose 
and black linen does me no justice
while standing knee deep in the rising tide
of good will and precious love...

© 2013 Trilby