Song, Story and Poetry
The creative process is an integral part of my healing journey and my spirituality. As a survivor of incest to engage in my creativity is to live. As an artist the creative process is an expression of that life, and as a human rights activist it’s a way to be of service to life. This is a growing collection of my songs, stories and poetry. I’ve included other dreamers who inspire me, as well.
Sweltering heat Stifling Labored breathing Pressure mounting in my head in the skies Until exploding like the pounding in my temples Thunder crashing Winds hurling temperatures head over heels downward Swaying trees sweeping the skies Sounds like the sea soothing to my soul Temporary reprieve from the heat wave Relief will come if we survive […]
Shiny leaves wet from rain ask me why I try to dodge opportunities from serendipitous skies that fall to water my thirsty roots ~ demian
The wind is fierce Planted in the ground among the swaying my branches reach to sky and racing clouds and falling rain With sisters and brothers dancing ecstasy and reverence hair and leaf fingers and branches leaning back and forward side to side circling round erratic in sync The wet on my face not rain […]
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 […]
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 […]
My cup runneth over… Divine Love, expand my cup Expand the cup of my willingness to receive Broaden my mind to ponder truth Sharpen my ears to hear your voice Awaken my eyes to see your presence Strengthen my legs to walk your path Sweeten my tongue to speak with kindness Temper my pride to […]
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