Monday, February 18, 2013

Bedroom Blues for a Soul-child

A soul-child has no boundaries,
a soul-child weeps for those who cannot.
A soul-child works for all the things expected to be earned,
the sweat off the backs of those determined to be.
The soul-child plays in the gardens,
lay in the fields that caress the skin in the warmest places.
The soul-child free the shackles being placed on the soul.
A soul-child sings the loudest in the wake of a new day,
that time of day and night.
The soul-child loves the sunlight and dwell in moonlight.
The sun is hope, the moon path...
A soul-child haves a gypsy soul, a playful being,  a restless spirit,
a writers passion...
A million words for one thought...
A bed made of love and pain,
a cup of tea and toast.
For a soul-child is only wondering, only thinking about situations,
when the bedroom blues hit.

 Sincerely Fay,

Monday, February 11, 2013

Yours

Your heart is in the notes
Your mind in the keys
Your soul in the melody
Your essence in the sheets

Your passion in your fingers
Your life in headphones
Your pain in the practice
Your story in the music

Music is the remedy for life...

  Sincerely Fay,

Friday, February 1, 2013

We Save Those Who Are Not Worthy....

Those who are not worthy to be saved are usually the first we save,
seems to be a never ending cycle of human behavior.
We grant those who influence us the most power,
so therefore we acknowledge them to be superior.
We want in ourselves,
what we embed into those who faces litter our screens.
So then the question arises,
who do we save when those that are superior betray.
Just when we begin to understand,
we stray away from the path and start anew the process...
As humans our desires and compassion is our strength and our weakness.

                                         Sincerely Fay,