Beast

Late nights bring out the hunger in a persons being.
It brings out the beast of love, passion, fear, and hunger.
The beast craves what he can and cannot attain.
It is simple the beast is your body soul.
The night unlocks the cage door and the beast is free to roam again...

_ Sincerely Fay

Effective Meanings

Selfishness stems from the unconscious thought,
do more for yourself and less for others.
However way you put it, we have selfish thoughts, feelings and actions.
Branches, trees, forms of wood get burned and chopped up for our own use,
Earth in its forms being destroyed..
Tell me that ain't selfishness,
tell me it ain't so.
Words strung, thoughts acted upon,
we are energy that fills up this empty space in this graceful place.
Watch your Words/Thoughts/Actions,
what you put out in the universe is what you get in return!

-Sincerely Fay

Quotes that have Inspired Me/ Wise Man Tale

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
George Carlin

When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.

Mahatma Gandhi

These are both quotes that today I randomly picked and so here is a short poem I written called Wise Man Tale.

A street walker, a bum- told me quotes are advice to the wise,

he said if you ever take the time I guarantee they will open your eyes.

I asked him did he need food or money, shelter or clothes,

he said sista-child I don't waste my time on material things, I have soul.

He was a thin man, with one gold teeth,

he smiled and said as long as I got my soul that's alright for me.

Word of the wise young child, take my advice I have enough to spare,

realize where you going before you get there.

There is only two types of success in this world,

one lead ya to God and the other puts you in the bad forever.

I've seen a world guided and bent on terror.

I blinked and then I woke up here,

the world now ain't nice young miss be careful.

I got another piece advise as well,

greed and seeking fame is a sure way to hell.

By this time I was done with the conversation- couldn't hear no more,

I left the poor man without any explanation of what he did to end up like that for.

A couple of weeks later I seen an article about a famous philanthropist who went bankrupt,

he ended up with that strange case of bad luck.

I realized it was the man on the corner of that very helpless place,

but yet he had the brightest smile on his face.

The article read-He sought glory and money and misused his fame,

he lost it all without no one to blame.

But when asked why,he said I'm just like any other guy, 

see there is more to success than the good and the benefits, 

the dark side of success always have its prejudices.

So I warn those who like me who took the easy ticket,

be careful and never take the easy way up...

nothing can come from it but inflicting your soul with a very deep cut.

-Sincerely Fay

 

To The Girl

To the girl who sat at her desk,
head buried in the books.
To the girl who sat on the rooftops,
to get away from the hell within 4 walls.
To the girl whose sole purpose was to,
make something of herself.
To the girl whose baby brothers,
look up to her to help them, take care of em'.
Now...
To the girl who looks in the mirror,
to the strong, proud, and beautiful.
To the young women raising families.
To the females not afraid to show their love to another.
So....
To the young girl in the future who hear or read this poem.
             Stand Strong!

-Sincerely Fay,

Rants of a Poet

To some life never seems to be enough,
just to know that your alive is not enough!
We strive for things to make us complete.
It is to those people that I say I am alike!
I am grateful and blessed to be alive,
but to live day by day is not me.
I have to strive for doing more;
helping more, writing more!
Can I say more,
do I have to spill out that I have had a very sad past!
One that is wrought with abuse and pain.
Do I need to render your senses suppressed by my anguish!
Now listen to me rant!
Life is everything I do, the choices I make,
the struggles designed for me and me alone.
The things I do for me, for those around me!

        -Sincerely Fay,

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,