"Frequency Of Life."

The Heart beats as my dreams grow. Gosh how will I enjoy this living show? The Heart a Mystery to ALL, except those who live in the Present Moment... Accepting their fate to Live with Courage and endure all emotions, constraints and bonds that this Life has to offer! Does Life mimic the Heart, or does the Heart mimic Life? Or maybe there is certain Resonate Frequency between the two that keeps this Rhythm going? In Life when you feel the highs and lows, be not afraid or addicted to these Groovy sensations, but learn to experience and be a part of these Intricacies of Life. Maybe they are a Sacred Right Of Passage that our modern day society has forgotten about?

Brett Wave Drummond

#remember #ido

"Naked Collapse"

When the nightmares come they come in waves. Not just when I'm asleep anymore, but when I'm awake also. I feel so numb. Numb from the way I treat myself and numb from the way others have treated me. Even tears I cannot cry anymore... for I think I know what is "underneath". When my anxiety washes over me so intensely that even breathing is hard, I can barely stand upright! But I don't think collapsing is part of my nature... If I do collapse, I'm not sure I will ever get back up. Even now writing I am holding back the tears and emotions, for I am fairly certain of what lies beneath them and for most of my life.  I don't think I have it in me too deal with the intensity right now.

Brett "Numb" Drummond

#numbwasagiftforme

Poetry Get Down!

 

Poetry Get Down!

Poetry make love to me! Take away my pain with your thought provoking, mind numbing prose!  Let me know I am for you and you only. You don't have to love me, but please don't trample on my precious emotions of creation. When we lay down pen and paper, together we are. Sometimes I feel I rip my heart out and my chest lays barren and whatever comes out is a mystery to me! For I never know what will come out of this pregnant void of love! After we are through rollin in the hay, please have the decency to not step on my now exposed heart, that is laying on the floor with nothing left to give! As we part, do we part as friends, lovers or maybe just muses that stimulated each other's imaginations?

Brett "Prose" Drummond

I have "birthed" some beauties...