Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Sad Love Story

I have never seen such a sadder love story,
than that of the moon and the sun.
To be together forever,
yet eternally separated.

To forever follow one another trail,
to desperately try to catch one another and fail.
We watch this repeated every 24 hours.
 The sun shine's bright to light the way,
leaving  secret message that only they know.

The moon takes the night,
letting the stars shine and perform,
a testament of it's love.

Only meeting once a year,
to create the most exciting sight,
showing us how great their love is.

I've never seen such a sadder love story....

Sincerely Fay,

Monday, November 18, 2013


Some acts are committed unconsciously,
yet they tend to have the biggest outcomes.
I will never understand that about life,
I will never understand how those small,
unknowing things have so much power.

I find it very funny now, when I think about it,
how much damage our actions have when we aware of what we are doing.
Such a sad humor with a pinch of karma,
just how tragic and flawed beings we are.

Sincerely Fay,

Sunday, September 8, 2013


This thin, brown thing, capture's dreams.
It is believed to suck out the bad things,
this thing from another land,  a more native place.
Where legends float up,   like smoke, into the night sky.

It hangs above the beds,
as the sleeping form rests below.
Its round, woven shape;
brown yet thin in nature.
Tells the story of another time, another race.

It's web so intricate and alluring,
adorned with feathers and beads.
A symbol of unity, or is it a symbol of protection.
As nightmares pass out of the window,
disappearing with the day morning light.
I wonder, with thoughts pounding like beats, about this dreamcatcher of mine.

Sincerely Fay,

Friday, July 5, 2013

something inside

She's drowning in self-confidence,
the appeal clinging to her every curve.
He exudes pride,
every touch becomes a possessive trail.
They are wrapped in lust,
love can't dwell here, it is not wanted.
They exist within four walls,
their bodies mangled within each others, gripping, caressing...

Cravings spill beneath the doors, escaping through windows,
the lost control seeping through cracks of their beings.
Burning trails of ecstasy chasing away the linger of pain,
marking its path on their bodies like fine art.
Heat so intense, it melts away common sense, inviting instinct to take over.
Emotions in battle, fighting only to be held back by the body.
Tearing at their bodies to unleash it love could live in these conditions.

This is not the matter of heart, nor common sense,
this is the shear exploding existence of the carnage, beauty, and instincts of something inside....

-Sincerely Fay,

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Excerpt from my Poetry Book...

This young lady knows how to love.

When I love, I love with my mind first.
I know then that this is not just lust.
I know that I can crawl into the blood vessels that lay within your brain,
travel along those scattered patterns, find you thinking about us.

Then comes heart, soul, & body stanzas....I know I haven't posted on here in a while so I thought I'd give you a quick update on my work!!! Ciao!!

Sincerely Fay,

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Fly Precious Dove

There are pain within these walls,
there are scars etched within this flesh.
There are stories to be told,
the lessons I have to learn has yet to be revealed.
So the dove grew wings and learned to fly.

Seen a bush burn before me,
I have seen the world burn to flames.
The walls of my home coming down around me.
I heard a dove dive,
wings beating against the strong current of the wind.

To love and to learn to forget,
they always tell me that time heals all wounds.
But that's a beautiful lie,
it can't heal over 200 years of oppression,
thousand years of mass genocides and false assimilation.

The dove is stuck,
 it is afraid to lift its head to the sky that speaks of unyielding promise.
Sky whispers to the dove,
but its words gets lost in the wind, who violently pushes against the dove.
The vicious wind began to tear at the wings,
pushing its body back, bearing an innocent chest and an open neck.

The wings scarred,
the dove can no longer breath with the wind stuffing its mouth with lies,
feeding it unimaginable horrors and
Neglecting the sweet promise of death.

It is broken, bent out of shape...
It dares not lift its head up for the sake of its life.
The threat of violence and the stench of fear,
 so thick like smoke crawling in, filling your lungs till you no longer remember where you come from, who you are...

Humanity's Dove.
But this is our world, its the reality we face,
the deadly lies spoon fed to who,
a monstrous cycle reoccurring over and over again...
Fly precious dove

-Sincerely Fay,

Sunday, May 12, 2013

To my Mother...

You held me when I couldn't hold myself,
You cared for me when I could not.
You read to me before I even knew how,
I didn't know how to formulate the words but I knew I would love you back.

You loved me when I had no name or face,
you loved me when I turned into flesh.
You loved me with the only way you knew how.
You loved me and taught me the art of love..

You raised me up,
You raised a human capable of more,
I carry your dreams and your wishes.
You raised me to be humble, smart, and caring.
You raised me to be prepared for the world...

For that I am grateful...
I am in debt to you forever, forever and always,

-Yours forever, Fay