Soldiers of Poverty

The world today is not made for the weak,
its not catering to the spineless ones.
The world today makes soldiers,
prepares its children for future wars.
The world today give birth to maturity,
it leaves little room for an imagination.
It forces little ones to grow up,
before they even leave their childhood.
The grounds on which we walk is soaked in tears and blood,
so deep in the roots of who we are.
The sheets and car seats filled with remorse and regret.
The things we have done and will do,
those secret things that stain our souls.
Those masks of calm, those frozen smiles,
underneath lies the broken child.
Forever savoring those moments of happiness,
small glances of hope.
The world today, birth children, children
of war, defeat, hurt, neglect, financial need, and fear.
This world today give rise to a new breed of children,
we are the Soldiers of Poverty.

Sincerely Fay,

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,

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,

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,

Brown Pigments Behaves

This child bathes in her pigment,
this child shines in pigment.
Her mahogany, her light tan, her cocoa, her copper,
her sepia, her seinna skin liters and marks her path in life.
Her fingers are the instruments in which her dreams become a reality.
Her lips brings knowledge that can only be expressed,
by that beautiful source of power she posses.
The soles of her feet dries her to conquer the world!
Her body ignites the flames of fires that burn deep within her mind-
her true lover.
No one knows her or holds her together better.
Her layers,
her brown layers keeps all the her greatness held within,
keeps her from being dissected by the world.

                                              Sincerely Fay,

Time Waits Not

We only live in the moment,
that is all we're guaranteed.
We have no future,
the future is only a dream, what we hope to achieve.
We have past, we have history;
this is whats definite, that is sure.
We cannot change our past, though many only look back;
only seeing the stream of mistakes that have occurred.
Wishing to change something-they cannot.
So why then, when the opportunity presents itself;
do people not think before they do something.
How do you expect change to come,
if your actions are not pondered upon.
So the cycle repeats itself.
Making choices that are mistakes, looking back wishing to change it.
While the future is the only outlet in which,
we as people lay our dreams.
Our dreams that our choices should bring about.
So why in the present do we not think before we do,
to bring about the future we want.
This is what I've learned in my short life.

                                                                    Sincerely Fay,

A Sudden Epiphany

There are many seasons, many days, and nights.
There are lessons to be learned and taught.There are many mornings, many lights and fights.
We constantly complain about time,
It's never enough.


                   



Sincerely
Fay,