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REBEKAH FAITH
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Rebekah Faith is an up and coming Pittsburgh based artist focusing on singing,
art, and creative writing.
ART: Art is described as Realistic Art with Expressionistic Influences. BUY ART WRITING: Creative writing is deep, introspective, descriptive, and borders on satire. View Poetry | View Prose | View Book VOICE: Versatile vocalist with over 4 octaves able to sing in any style including parodies and impersonations. QUICK SAMPLE OF ALL VOICES |
PeopleChess
trapped in a game of peoplechess
lost in a land of confusion
sifting through bits and pieces of life
trying to shatter the grand illusion
memories wafting from an open door
while
queens and kings push me away
my peers, as pawns, are shrouded from truth
as the kings and queens continue to play
manipulated in a game of peoplechess
each new move controlling my life
a woven smokescreen concealing freedom
through widdled lies from a carving knife
trapped in a game of peoplechess
of smokescreens, lies and shadows
pull up the curtain and see nothing more
than razzle-dazzle floor shows
a wicker bridge to a shaky future
does one dare to cross?
the only avenue out for me
is to take a chance at loss.
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Loki
in Captain Keno's
Wandering
a road to nowhere
two travelers sojourn around
as hunger ensues they stop for a rest
at a restaurant in the wake of a small town.
They
step inside, the world stands still
Nostalgia everywhere surrounds
The ingenue boy takes their order
his familiar manner dumbfounds
The
food is served - a simple meal
Yet pleases their palates well-bred
The travelers could surely fare no better
for less than a pack of reds.
A
stranger approaches, handsome & free
with a smile that charms reason from rhyme
he sits down next to the gent and says
"Its Ziggy Marley time"
The
traveler pretends not to listen,
Won't give the stranger his due
an easier target is elsewhere
so the stranger quickly withdrew
A
happy couple sits two seats behind
the stranger thirsts after them
within barely a minute of time
a drink is hurled at the man
The
woman gets up and storms outside
her man pursues in passion
bottles and bricks are thrown about
screams pierce the air and glass is broken.
The stranger - lo his work not done
looks for more people to charm
finds his way to the back of the bar
and out of the travellers' harm
The
travellers, having finished their meal
stroll briskly outside to leave
spot a stranded soul fixing a tire
and shiver in the air they perceive
a
local drunk steps into the night
to taunt the stranded lemming
"He's trying to be a man" says he
another storm is surely brewing
Next
to the drunk stands the handsome man
with a smile that's calm and mire
happy to see the heated sparks fly
content to cause another fire
The
travellers walk away from them
while Loki stands about
what happens next remains untold
but waking chaos is no doubt
Loki
was in Captain Keno's today
spreading sorrows and fanning fears
the world outside oblivious while
Chaos invisible appears
Workman's Hero
a winsome bunch of baloons
which have finally broken free
struggles whilst tossed about
at the ventillation's mercy
carried up and away
as far as they can go
trapped on the ceiling
with nothing more to show
A friendly, weather-worn man
behind a desk is crowded
seeing his balloons no more
his ripened vision is clouded
the steady stream of tasks
first one and then another
undaunting for over ten years
his forgotten dreams they smother
Yet still he sits diligent
his job, always well done
tempering daily dedication
with not an ounce of fun
the workman's weekly hero is plagued
with weary knees and faulty back
a meager check of mere pennies
a stronger man would surely crack
Twinkling eyes through a worn smile
while his health is fading so slow
trapped on the ceiling of his career
with nothing more to show.
Maelstrom
Stuck in a sea of hopelessness
Fighting my way
Out of the maelstrom
Watching it all disappear.
The light is creeping in
like a mist overtaking the sea
a hint of truth and greatness
whispering softly to me
illumination through the faults
sharing sadness opens doors
intangible in its nature
yet high above, an answer soars
scaling the walls of darkness
truth tumbling down its sides
a new hope brightens the hour
in innocence it confides
A spotless cloth hangs in the wind
tossed to and fro
at the mercy of the elements
and which way the wind will blow
trusting the is a reason
greater than simple fates
the last door is opened
and the light permeates
Balance
shackles of smoke
whispers of hope
suffer the months of lonliness
for the chance of a new beginning
-happy to be lonely
hiding thorns behind rose petals
emotions frozen in ice
any decision loses all
no releif from the grief
no peace in my heart
what is best for all
kills my chance to dream
what must you give up
so that others may be happy?
life is suffering
love is painful
fading into sleep
the problems drift away
Candy
Apples
I long for understanding
as I slowly slip away
I long for empathy
as I shiver in the dark
I long for compassion
as I reach for your heart
I long to be treated human
You look right though me
You self-absorbed pile of shit
Seeing only what you need
To collect your precious candy apples
What is glazed over,
Yet still rotten to the core?
I sit here on the ground
on the corner right where you live
Wrapped in dirty swaddling clothes
Protected by a chainmail of fears
I chant aloud at the world
Yet you do not hear
You step right over me
As I prophesize a warning for you.
When you look past the end of your nose
Into the world beyond.
See Me.
I am here.
Oblivious
What do you care?
You have your home
your life, your family?
What do you care?
about disease, destruction
and poverty?
What do you care if I died tomorrow?
What do you care if I end my torment?
What do you care if I EXPLODE!
As long as I don't take you with me?
She can't walk
But you don't care
He can't see
But you don't care
They need help
But you don't care
Shut us out
To live happily.
Wandering in the recesses of my mind
confronting my inner child
Capturing the art of seclusion
Stealing away in solitude
Whispering thoughts hinting at death
cursing the life before
each seperate tier of id
closing each and every door
waking chaos permeates
Keeping clear the wasted end
Slowly rotting in the wasted time
flailing wildly at the prospect
of starting again.
Lost in a dream of wanton desire
searching for something to make me complete
waking up to closed doors
Staring silence in the face.
A quiet curse spreading
This way its heading
Soaking blood into
Everything that's good
Scream my heart out
Till my throat is torn out
and my lungs are spent
any my body collapses
This world is dying
All around me
Yet I am chosen
To live for now.
Question the reason
We can't live free
We're shoulder to shoulder
In misery
Locked in repression
By our own chains
Sit by & do nothing
While the world falls apart.
Dead
& Walking
Walking through life
Stoned to my feelings
Just taking what is offered
Sadness creeps in
Desperate lonliness
Immobilized in desolation
Squeezing every ounce
of life out of me
No hope for happiness
My body fighting
Every learned more
Fighting to break free
Instinctively watching
As others pass by
Can they possibly feel the same?
As life drones on
I see no response
I assume I am Alone.
I have one option
I must break free
I cannot live like this
I am different
I am not what you see
I can't be what you want me to be
I can feel this body dying
All around me.
Rambling
Thoughts
Quench my thirst
for new adventure
race down the highway
headed for calamity
Wishing for reasons to live
Cowering behind a facade of emptiness
watch the master at work
Where is your pride now?
Strewn in the gutter
with filthy money
acceptance with ignorance
of a job well done
Heart aches to live - to be free
To throw off the weight of your misery
Fight for life
Fight for freedom
Fight for the right
To rest your head at night.
Her life is being painted for her as she watches from behind frozen glass
She takes a couple of shots of mind-numbing juice and stares into oblivion
Inhaling noxious fumes as the nicotene caresses her body
thrusting her fists in as she tries to force her way to the other side.
She rides in silence down a faded highway towards an aged destination as the trees blow in no breeze
She does not care that the world is flat
perilous warnings are abandonded.
To dive over the edge into oblivion would be paradise.
Lost
Lost change from pockets
Lost chances
Lost the opportunity to sing with a street musician
Lost love.
Following
Falling into the rain
wasting away into the dust
coming back again
to renew myself in trust
See me wonder why
see my watching you
see me pass on by
see my follow through
turn to the distance
as I follow the wind
wantching ever after
as you follow me again
Keeping the secrets of day
wandering farther away
looking into the future
as it fades into day
Choices beckoning,
decisions I could make that could change my life forever
I'm in pain
I want to change but which road is best?
I'm not happy
I feel so alone. Stop following me!
Wating for a sign
To know which way to turn - which life to choose.
Castrated by my safe routine,
My resentment & anger build.
Unfinished
business
What time do you have left
And how will you use it
What will you say
If the great accountant weilds his scythe tomorrow?
What will you miss
What haven't you done?
If given the chance to return -
What will you do first?
How much longer will you wait for happiness to find you
Wile it is only hiding behind the next door?
Can you find it in yourself
to turm the handle and step through?
What is the threshold made of -
that holds you back?
When life slaps you in the face,
Its so easy to run the other cheek
And return to your routine
Get some balls
Grow a spine
Act on your instincts
Jump in the icy water -
without care for concequnce.
Living?
Can't control
this seething rage inside
Tapped under ice,
frozen, drowning
Can't break free,
can't live in my cage
Bound by agression,
Swelling, Spreading
Life carved away
to chuck in the bin
robotic motions
controlling me
A skeleton remains
of my hopes and dreams
Living each day,
Dying, Dying.
Keeping time with the jester's dance
Searing pain feeding on my will to live
Creeping vines entagling my life
Feathering the way around my throat
Binding my arms & legs with fear
each tendril scorching my flesh
cascading through rhythms of hope
Silken garments clinging to the finality of truth
Fighting certain obsolencence.
Giving?
Waking up in pain
running around with
nowhere to call your home
Sending out a sign
Shivering cold inside
confusion rotting my mind
What's it all about?
Who is going to live?
Where is the final hour?
and why is the fighting going on?
Wonder where the rain is falling
Wonder if the priest is calling
what do you have to give
When you can no longer
give yourself.
Void
can you feel the void
its creeping in again
ready to take me away
posessing me - obsessing me
suggering against the grain
vicious child infllicting her wound
cascading sorrow infiltrating my lost soul
wait till the persecution starts
sitting around as the sun fades away
watching in vain as the world spins along
can you take the stagnant idleness?
collating thoughts between stale emotions
wondering what the end will bring
my head is spinning
stop the confusion
my head is spinning....
scattered thoughts....
Walking
the Road
Scratching at the surface
While the road beckons forward
And my feet push on
Crawling ever forward
While my music's Playing
So you waltz along
Keeping the faith & Wandering free
Walking into the wind
Stopping for nothing, nobody
Glancing around the bend
Working at freedom in a storm
dodging each sudden end
gasping for breatch alluding me
To start it all again
What can you tell me
About the future at hand?
What can you tell me
About the future of man
Where do I stand?
Choices
I found an exhillerating path
marked by the hand of death
I long to travel its route
swallow its intoxicating breath
Denying each clear warning
forcing my own way though
a bitter pill to swallow
that the markings remain true
My soul cries out, my eyes burn
At the grand injustice I see
fighting to cal the raging voice
screaming inside of me
angry at the wizened gods
for tearing my freedon away
the choice I see, is not mine
so trapped in misery I stay
I close my eyes, I clench my fists
I walk straight ahead
burning knives of insolence
piecing my pretty head
returning to my passionless life
sadness penetrates my soul
donning my bravest moxie mask
to play my destined role.