With intensity in our eyes
Our hearts dancing through
A limitless divine,
Power and passion seep out
Beyond the confines
Of our minds
Into the gift of tomorrow
So that we may lift ourselves up
Into the deepest blue,
Into the richest bounty,
The boundless beauty
That we can touch with our minds.
All of that and more
Surrounds us here and everywhere.
We can borrow that which is within sight,
Absorb with our souls and
Every inch of our being
As much as we can,
Short of drowning ourselves.
By Kyra Faith August 2005 revised March 31,2011
Inside Out of My Mind --------------------------------------- Bring the inside outside to breathe life, empathy, perspective and understanding. For, when all those are combined, the sum is community!
About Me
- kyra faith
- Born and raised in Metro Detroit. I have a deep love for the city and all that it has to offer. Always seeking growth, absorbing all that I can and cherishing the treasures that I collect along the way. I am fortunate in my life to experience many true connections with others where I am gifted with energy, light, passion and grace.
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Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Stage Fright
From time to time, I will share things that I have written at different points in my life. The following poem was written many years ago, a few weeks after my sixteenth birthday. At times, I struggle with whether or not I really like my earlier compositions. This is one that I can find value in because it has good elements and I think the reader can easily relate to it. I enjoy looking at my earlier works in comparison to more recent ones as it shows growth as a person and as a writer. See what you think.
Stage Fright
A scene is created
To amuse and entertain
The atmosphere seems
Something more than plain.
Changing surfaces
In order to deceive
Trading places
So the viewers will believe.
Cast into a family
Where reality has no name
All of it's members attempt
To be the master of the game.
Pretenders falling closer
Time and space collide
Must we read between the lines
To discover what is inside?
Stage Fright
A scene is created
To amuse and entertain
The atmosphere seems
Something more than plain.
Changing surfaces
In order to deceive
Trading places
So the viewers will believe.
Cast into a family
Where reality has no name
All of it's members attempt
To be the master of the game.
Pretenders falling closer
Time and space collide
Must we read between the lines
To discover what is inside?
Monday, February 14, 2011
Rise Up For Our Sisters and Brothers
Wouldn't you expect
That it would reflect
In their expression, in their gait?
Still, it isn't obvious in their face
that nearly half a million lives
have been essentially erased.
Only a few survive
the evil of genocide.
Only a few are alive
and even they are forced to hide.
We have the wealth, we have the power,
many are dying by the hour.
They are the children of the world,
they are the innocent whose screams cannot be heard,
they are husbands and fathers, sisters and brothers,
they are sons, they are daughters,
they are victims without a voice,
they were never given a choice.
Evil that was born from ignorance and fear
takes more and more lives with each passing year.
When will we rise up and say,
"No more, not on our watch!"?
Rise up, let your soul guide the way,
even if you think you cannot do much.
Unopposed, the evil will continue to gain ground.
Listen closely, do you hear the sound?
They are crying out for our help, begging for mercy.
An incomprehensible number of our brothers and sisters
are suffering and hoping against hope that we will begin to see
their safety and their future is within our reach.
Let us not sit on our hands or try to meet any demands,
let us take to the shore of that not so distant land
and take our brothers and sisters by the hand.
Wouldn't you expect
the world to rise up and protect
the children and the innocent
from the evil, the inhumanity?
It starts, right here, with you and me.
Just think of the possibilities.
That it would reflect
In their expression, in their gait?
Still, it isn't obvious in their face
that nearly half a million lives
have been essentially erased.
Only a few survive
the evil of genocide.
Only a few are alive
and even they are forced to hide.
We have the wealth, we have the power,
many are dying by the hour.
They are the children of the world,
they are the innocent whose screams cannot be heard,
they are husbands and fathers, sisters and brothers,
they are sons, they are daughters,
they are victims without a voice,
they were never given a choice.
Evil that was born from ignorance and fear
takes more and more lives with each passing year.
When will we rise up and say,
"No more, not on our watch!"?
Rise up, let your soul guide the way,
even if you think you cannot do much.
Unopposed, the evil will continue to gain ground.
Listen closely, do you hear the sound?
They are crying out for our help, begging for mercy.
An incomprehensible number of our brothers and sisters
are suffering and hoping against hope that we will begin to see
their safety and their future is within our reach.
Let us not sit on our hands or try to meet any demands,
let us take to the shore of that not so distant land
and take our brothers and sisters by the hand.
Wouldn't you expect
the world to rise up and protect
the children and the innocent
from the evil, the inhumanity?
It starts, right here, with you and me.
Just think of the possibilities.
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