Demian Yumei
Demian Yumei, author, singer/songwriter and artist activist, using spoken, written word and original songs in her human rights activism. Demian is a traveler on the healing journey with a lifelong love affair with the creative process.
Every moment you breathe, that you live and bring your conscious mind to is sacred. Self awareness is a form of worship, not of oneself, but of Life of which you are a part and expression of. When you step into your awareness of Life you can’t help but see that you do not, can […]
Anywhere I Please © Demian Yumei Do I wear my heart on my sleeve? Damn straight I do. Betrayed, crushed and used from early childhood on, I can wear my heart anywhere I damn well please. If my father could wear my heart on the sole of his shoe, if the world can close its […]
Taking up oxygen. You know that reference? When someone presumably worthless is using up valuable resources better used by someone else? It’s how a lot of survivors of abuse feel like. After pulling through an exceptionally long period of chronic fatigue, I took a short walk last night … more like a stroll. Then again […]
Silent Night by Demian Yumei and Stacey Young The story of a baby born in humble surroundings in the dead of winter touches my heart. No matter where I am in my spiritual journey, this image always moves me. It’s not where the baby is born that’s so remarkable. […]
I first wrote these lyrics and the melody in 1990. After many years it evolved into the form we have here and was finally recorded in 2007 for my 52nd birthday. Arranged and produced by Stacey Young. ~ demian No apologies Sensuality belongs to me All the lies are fading Truth and power waiting Here […]
Dedicated to the Students of Tianamen Square and anyone who has ever experienced a tragedy. Summer 1989. I remember standing in the living room, staring at my television screen in wonder. “Does the world realize what’s happening here?” I thought. Such courage, such hope. The students, the adults supporting the students, not just academia or […]
The air slowly takes off its winter jacket, draping a shawl of spring around its shaking-off-slumber shoulders. Birdsong emanates from the trees like their sister-leaves emerging from limbs that promise to stand stark against the sky no longer… Soon… I hear a whisper. Every moment breathes a promise. It is peaceful. I am peaceful. Not […]
Day 1 from Gabriela’s Book Club diyMFA. When did I become a writer? Happy the Sad Dog of Dogtown — don’t remember what spurred me to write that story, my first attempt at a chapter book. I just remember the joy of writing it as I labored over the steel keys that stuck out from […]
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