Revolution

It's raining down collective societal conscience  
a shift, slap and pat down of fear based rhetoric
something so sinister it retracts common morality;
lean to the right and hear a reptilian hiss...
dissipating truth from fiction
power is an addiction - if we slither in groups
  
It's something we can find in our history books
flashback resource of tales and stories told
and as the sisterhood and brotherhood of humanity
are pushed to its limits, hands and tongues bound
a night like this is more dangerous than most
while we flip through the networks and watch
- media spins as we begin to crumble from the top...

But nothing else will set us free 
nothing else will let us float around 
without hitting the four corners 
and there is something soothing 
about the tapping sound of water 
as it taps, taps, taps on a tin can
with the ambiance of tar and paper
peeling back the layered years

It is the soothing sound of a revolution

...hearing the water running down 
outside on a window frame; window pane - shutters 
reaching out, coiling within inciting violence
running like the devil is chasing angels 
shatter proof - a ghastly scene feathers falling at our feet

Floating around without hitting the four corners
puddle jumpers splash...with delight 
and there is nothing as soothing 
as the tapping sound of water 
as it taps, taps, taps on a tin can
with the ambiance of tar and paper
peeling back the layered years

It is the soothing sound of a revolution

© 2016 TrilbyYates 

In The Hands Of The Misinformed

Illuminating 
star bursts 
shattered glass 
piercing
penetration
shock 
your system 
set back
sound crackling 
bolt of lightening 
never 
- strikes twice 
never 
- strikes twice 
same place 
same time 
wind blows 
dust circles 
whipped into 
a frieze 
there's no place 
- like home
there's no place 
- like home 
lost track 
of ones 
own self 
humanity 
falls 
to the right 
he picks up 
a gun 
instead of 
using his words 
his fist flies 
into thin air 
missing 
- its mark 
missing 
- the point 
of no return 
not unlike 
a bullet 
...in the hands of the misinformed 

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Those Beyond The Age Of Service

I can feel the beat of the drum
that repetitive mesmerizing 
all to familiar vibration 
that pounds deep in the heart
blood pumping adrenaline rush
of those that can not see beyond 
their own insecurities - fears
egos soar high above 
with the wing span - symbolic majestic strength
of an eagle - hawk mentality
never questioning the obvious
never questioning the past
- those beyond the age of service

I remember that vibration, that sensation
the lacking of humanity and compassion
that fills the hearts - of some
the puffing up of their chest with fists pounding 
words spewing free flowing venom - poison 
like the rumbling sound of the earth cracking 
splitting down the middle - jagged edges
swallowing the souls of those in search 
of salvation and redemption 
the sound of those that continue to reject
- those beyond the age of service

I hear the beat of the drum
an all to familiar sound that pounds 
louder and louder - each day 
and there are no lessons learned 
we fall to our knees praying to our particular source of god 
we hold our children close - they are all our children
close to our chest hearts pounding - rhythmic surrender
wounds so deeply ingrained - subconscious prejudice
there is no power of prayer or ranting and raving
that will ever set the record straight 
that will ever clear the slate
posing the same questions - repetitive prompting
war the only acceptable answer  
- for those beyond the age of service

© 2014 TrilbyYates

Political Agenda

Fine smooth facial lines crisscross

like a jagged war torn village road
a mapping of your indiscretions
never deviating from the facts
truths be told - behold the awkwardness
leaving a distinct manicured impression
unique to a solitary finger print
left at the scene of an other wise
meticulously assumed moral crime
your party established the rhythm
and patterned the rhyme  
knowing full well without hesitation or pause
slight acknowledgement
...sleight of hand
...tip of the hat
and wink for well wishers...star on the rise

You can hold your own confidently
in a world of bigoted gamblers and frigid ladies men
dropping by unexpectedly - is not your style
a plan well executed there is no need for substitutes
or complacent passive aggressive denial
transparent wide lip color stained grin
adheres for only a little while
...because there are no surprises
when the lights are purposefully dimmed
and you methodically pull back
the blankets that comfort, 
keeping the sails secured and trimmed
skin warms up slightly to a vacancy of touch
with a tinge of remorse, yet there is never very much
leaving it to the drama of a well fed media soaked imagination
secrets alluded to, yet never spoken - out loud
there remains a disturbing non stop white noise
...the burn of white knuckling frustration 
buzz kill switch off - solid electrifying reaction
tantalizing, cautiously denying
frozen in time self sabotaging attraction...

The simple truth of a political agenda... 


© 2014 TrilbyYates    

Blue Skies Over The White House

Blue skies 
over the White House
clouds looming
slight glaze 
eyes covered 
what will happen 
when the curtain falls
sudden fear 
leaves the children
hiding in the shadows 
of bigger men 
those that drag 
themselves 
to a higher power 
leaving the past 
far behind 
hope grows
with each day 
that passes 
that nothing 
will crawl out 
from under 
the proverbial rock 
protective nature 
takes hold 
and  YOU 
will not
stand in their way 
"...for the good of the American people..."
hail the mantra 
rises from smoldering ashes
as the country burns
few eat cake... 

© 2013 Trilby  

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© 2008 Gerard T Yates