Let us be strong and smart.

I am strong.
I am smart.

I push back against the dreadful as it tries to creep its way into my mind and blot out the sunshine. Always on those sleepless nights, it's too easy to get lost in the dark and bump into a moment that's harder to shake.

I am strong.
I am smart.

I hold on to all the bright and beautiful as the dreadful seems to close in. Protected by this aura of goodness I push past the moment of darkness and emerge in the morning to greet the sun and conquer the world once again.

I am strong.
I am smart.

I carry the bright and beautiful as talismans, reminders that protect me from the dark.

I carry the dreadful, too, scars that serve as reminders of the battles I've fought. These give strength as memories--and I fear no more.

I am strong.
I am smart.

I push on, adding scars and talismans each to guide my way. Until one day I can lay down my burdens and marvel at my light.

Choosing Life

I am strong in a quiet way.
Choosing to shine brightly each day.
I give all my life all my love to the world,
Cause you can't take it with you
In the end.

In the end I'll be gone,
But my light travels on--
Take it into your soul
And share it with all

Choosing life
the bright beauty
we all know.

Soft, through yonder window...

I see
I see the beauty in everyday
And touched by its extraordinary
-Yet simple, ordinary, existence-
I am moved to tears as I've found elegance once again.

I exist in this ecosystem as one small part of the complex interactions which sustain the elegant equilibrium that is this Earth.

I evolved these emotions for a reason.

I won't be ashamed that I cry at a sunset, that I'm delighted at its rise, that I am soft, caring, but stronger than many of my own species give me credit for.

The world needs women.

Strong, beautiful, confident women who, YES, have emotions and respond to beauty and heartache and sadness.

So yes, I am crying over a cookie commercial. Because in it I saw beauty and a hint of the moments I live for.

And no, I'm not sorry for it.

Negative Space

Disappear into the calm
with a cup of tea
Surrounded by the beauty
of an artist's passion
Music keeps the world at bay

And we smile
as the inspiration arrives
to our now-clear minds.

Here in this
Negative Space

Where we can disappear
from the busy world
and let out the softer side,

Touched by art

Influenced by emotion

We can wear our hearts
on our sleeves,
safe from the venom
of those who forgot how to feel.

Here in this
Negative Space.

A place to balance the world.

Jester.

How quickly we shed our morals for a moment in the limelight. Every emotion, reaction, thrown out to the world with expectations of reciprocal grandeur. We shout our every thought to the sky and demand, in our audacity, an admiring audience's applause.

I no better, throw my thoughts to the world.

Still, this despicable humanity seems hungry for the next heartbreak before we've recovered the last.

This collective catharsis is but a catalyst for the next catastrophe.

Disgusted, I find myself wishing the Mayans were right, that this would be the end of days for our despicable species.

For in our ingenuity we design our own fate, our biological superiority but a step in our prolonged self destruction.

Today is just another step towards the unknown, and somehow despite our recent history, I dare to hope.

Perhaps I am a fool.

If so, let me play my part, to entertain those who listen with my own humanity.

Love.

I shed tears for souls lost to unchecked depravity. My heart breaks for the families left behind by a stranger's insanity. No sane man could gun down any innocent human. Those who have surely suffer some scarcity of the soul.

To kill a child is unthinkable, yet still, a psychopath murdered many and my thoughts of humanity turned darker than I care to admit. I am heartbroken that I could indeed believe it possible. Crime occurs everyday. Violence originating from human flaws: jealousy, greed, lust, hatred, disappointment and great sorrow.

We all feel these things, what my great hope for humanity is that we will rise above them and learn that as we struggle to live we must depend upon each other, not fight our way to apparent success.

Only a tortured soul could commit an act of such terror -- and with the occurrence of such violent acts on the rise I hope that everyone would act with more sensitivity towards every person they know and meet.


I believe in love.

I believe in the power of love in healing a broken heart.

I recognize insanity as a disease and wish that someone could have helped the now dead murderer before he reached such a tipping point. Whatever his motives or reasoning might have been, they came from a fragmented mind. Anyone so desperate as to murder or, in this tragic case, massacre schoolchildren, must surely be insane.

I do not mean to suggest insanity as an excuse, or to place blame. I only hope that by being mindful of the lives and emotions if those around me I can be a light for those who are lost in darkness.

I hope that the families of the victims of the terrible shooting can heal, eventually.

I hope that the family of the shooter can also heal from the shock and loss they too have experienced, and that the world recognize and respect their loss.

Launch Codes

She scribbles notes
On her hands in
Indelible ink

Like launch codes

Morsels of
critical information
She fears she will lose
to the night

Addresses,
Telephone numbers,

If found please call . . .

Maps to a car park,
To stumble her way back
At the end of the night,
Or sometimes as she
Slips out
before the sun returns.

Tonight she thinks a moment longer
Before beginning her inscription

Where is home?
Who to call?
Why bother writing at all?

As the night goes on
she slips away
To add details
which she's picked up
Often to the dismay
Of her baffled
Entourage.

But she flashes a smile
And all is forgiven
This quirk of hers
just another illusion.

Promises

When the world ends,
Promise you'll be with me.
When the sky falls,
Lets watch it crash together.
When the zombies come
When the crazies take over

When
3. Time
2. Stands
1. Still

Promise that you'll be there
To hold my hand at the end of the world

So we might hold on to each other
And survive it.

Together we stand strong
Together we build castles
Together we fight demons

Together we might dance in the light of morning, having survived the darkness of night.

So promise.

When the world ends,
Stand with me.

We.

Little dreams
Carried away on the wind
Quiet whispers that only
The fairies will hear

Little truths
Silently carried
Heavy burdens in tiny packages
Sent but never received

Little moments
Carried in the heart
Favorite memories that only
You and I know.

More AWESOME from The Amazing Kyle DeForrest

Hi there, Universe!

So my favorite musician, brother, and one of the most incredible human beings on earth has released three new songs on youtube that ALL OF YOU READING THIS should check out.  (Note, I'm YELLING because ITS SO INCREDIBLY COOL!)

Also, I sing in two of said new songs.

Are you intrigued?

Go forth and enjoy the music my friends! (Watch in order!)

Please let us know what you think here or on facebook, for those of you who do that!