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,

Dream Spasms

Tonight I lay alone
my bed cringes at the sound of,
the sound of the silence that fills this room.
An unkept melody that can't find its muse.
There is no amount of noise, of notes or melodies that can replace you.

Tonight my tears fall slowly,
leaving a burning trail,
where your fingers once traced a path to reassure me.
There is nothing but my pillow to fall back on now.

Tonight there is no peace of mind,
I am restless, my body yearning ,
for the ghost of your touch...
to haunt my dreams and bring me joy and pain that will never fade.

-Sincerely Fay,

Nervous...

Hi everybody this is my second blog. I'm nervous though. I want to go into the singing/acting/modeling buisness again. I've always wanted to pursue it, I just didn't know how to. I can sing and with a little work I know I can do it. I want to sing so badly, and dance of course (with practice). I want to make and produce a song or two for New Years' so I better get started huh.
                                                               Sincerely Fay,