Duality of Passion and Fire.

I have decided the devil is my new best friend. For he has FIRE! And since he has FIRE this tells me he has passion! And that is the kind of entity that I want in my life! Maybe the devil is just misunderstood and taken out of context?! I mean with all that fire and passion the devil must have some redeeming social values, Right? Anyway I was on my way home last night and decided that I would give my "devil" permission to eat my "angel". I quite enjoyed this show! The angel was no match, as the devil's passion overcame my angels wings and halo in a HEARTBEAT!

Now that I have no angel, my devil and me just chill. But it's not all debaucherous activity that we partake in. In fact community service is a also on the top of our to do list. First we will clean up that halo and wings that is on the streets that came from their encounter, next we will "light fires on every street corner--- this isn't so much to simulate hell, but to make sure ALL in the neighborhood are kept warm ;)! Next we will look for fallen angels that are just roaming the streets and see if they want to work on some kind of collaboration. What this may be I'm not sure, bust rest assured this "burn" will be fancy.

We are now best buddies, as we know each other intimately, not sooo much in the sexual sense, but in the way we think and chase women. Now we don't actually chase women, they just run from us. Must be because we are too "hot to handle" ;) --- no restraining orders have been filed as of yet!

But a very sad event is occurring in the last couple of months... My devil is starting to take on angel traits. Try as I might to ignore this, I can't anymore. He doesn't have wings or a halo, but he's just not as fiery or pitchforkey much anymore! He's almost like my conscious now. WE don't have the same passion or burn anymore-- Our new relationship is almost like we're married lol ;). I'm at my wits end and I don't know what to do? Is this what I signed up for? But I guess this relationship is a lot like life. I just have to take the pitchfork and horns with halo and wings.... ;)

Brett "I want my devil back" Drummond

Did you "catch" the first sentence in the poem...

through the depths of life

Dragging me to the depths of my consciousness and then dropping me into my shit. Being pulled from heaven to hell all in one moment. Fight as I may, I just seem to end up back in the same place. I feel like a disgrace, letting life dictate my effort and just being a subject to this universal
monstrostrial wave that drags me under. Is this effect nature throwing me curve-balls and not letting me rest til I discover her secrets? Until then I will continue to just buffer all that spins my way, never letting my guard down or my life to be not lived. In this sea of life I have seen many treasures just waiting to be cashed in. But I think sometimes treasures are meant to be left alone so that that the depths of this precious cargo can be explored by others. When the depths of my own mind come to fruition I will paint my art work on the canvas of this world that is in turmoil I think? Never knowing what colors to blend and strokes to make. Does this make me a creative genius of life? Could be... but is that what I was even aiming for? Not really I just wanted to live and learn and be. In this world that sometimes seems to be a crime: Being a unique individual like I think we all are. What is this punishable by? Death? Maybe in my case a creative death by being suppressed and locking away my own key that will undo years of creative abuse by this world and myself. Can ya relate? You may ask why can't I just unlock the door, well if others had stolen my key then how can I unlock the door that I can't get through? Well creativity of course silly. But if I can't get to my creativity that lies behind this door, then I am in a conundrum can't you see? I understand that I may have the other key that was provided and given, but... not nurtured. If you are confused, please take a breath and maybe learn to see a different way. I wrap up by penning this! Nature, creativity and yoga or something like that!!

Brett Drummond

I've been all over... and I'm GOING

You Kissed My Soul!

Hey there, how you doing? Did I tell you what I first noticed about you? That I heard you're strong Soulful Voice. So engaging, dynamic and connected I thought! You touched me, with your command performance over the room. As we bantered back and forth through our body language, ya got my attention! So open I thought you were, was the impression I got, was that you were just being yourself? With little touch you gave me on my arm, you invited me into your world I thought. A real soul touch in my eyes... And speaking of "eyes" did I tell you that I saw stars in your eyes when we gazed and made contact? Wow! Laser light focus filled my awareness, did you experience the same star struckness as me? As we parted with a handshake,, glance and aliveness I hoped I would see you again... and soon!

The next we met you appeared out of nowhere... That coincidence is funny to me, we always seem to find each other without trying. Maybe we were meant to connect and just be or is there more or not? Only soul time will tell, either way back to the story at hand. Should I have given you that hug? That's what the moment called for, but hey I'm an Improv Specialist, so I choose the three part handshake! Were you a little surprised? As I watched you work the room, I'm always amazed by your fierceness and willingness to engage 💓. I just sit back and watch and enjoy the show. And after your performance was over, I was gone like the night, a little nervous tension and maybe a little showmanship on my part.

On another meeting we were like heat seeking missiles destined to interact, except we're not explosive, but engaging. You have always impressed me with your willingness to engage me. I sense so much Courage in you! Putting yourself in and your ego in harm's way. Your presence inspires me, I really feel you listen to me and take care of my needs... Talking to you is always a pleasure, I enjoy our witty banter and sometimes you forget my namesake , hey no worries, although I'll continue to give you a hard time lol. Back and forth are we both just star struck? Maybe we each shine so bright that cosmic sparks are meant to ignite and CATCH fire in whatever form that touch of life takes!

                                                         Brett Lip Locked Drummond

AND THAT SEALED MY FATE...  and it was "good" to "see" you...

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The Fool: Part Prophet, Part Jester, Yet Totally Real.

I am a fool! I know not what I do! Except to love with all my heart. I stumble and trip through life hoping that I will find my way in the darkness, that I have imposed upon myself. My Journey is never ending and I now know that peace may never come. But I take solace knowing that my inner world is made up of fools, each seeming to know what role to play! For those voices aren't always right, but gosh how we have a good time! Laughing at not just myself, but also the cosmic joke that this world seems to be. Am I the only one that can see? Probably not as my vision is blurred, but I guess I do know what it means to be a clown and even a clown will wear a frown. Writing, singing and dancing even when they know the music isn't right. For creation comes when the fool lets loose and spills his "creative juice", planting the seeds of what's to come and some people may call him dumb. But they just don't see who he be! A creative jester in full force, who will help to open up doors to the reality that awaits when you let go of the rational mind that can sometimes be unkind! Leaving this hallway of thought can be a challenging time and some may say unkind, yet many who do who fall in Love . Leaving them powerless to be put above.... the fool, who may mock you and say boo who who who. For we all just play our roles no matter what the faint of circumstance may hold. So as I write this I say just let go! Melt into your fool who will show you the way and sometimes in life you just gotta be willing to play the deck that is dealt with a smile 😊or a pout 😕!

Brett Jester Drummond

Ya see... it was all true...

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As Dawn Breaks I Sing with the Birds!

As dawn breaks over the horizon, I sit and wonder how many of these magnificent breath taking moments I will get to behold? And maybe not just the sunrise, but all the moments that encompass this breaking dawn. The birds singing the new day's promise, Life starting anew and all the hopes, dreams and problems that each new day brings. I often wonder if Hope does fill the air and... our thoughts with each sunrise? As I come to think about this idea, I know for me it's true and as I have watched this world for over forty years I believe there's something to this! Do the animals also have hopes for their "days"? Like just surviving another day? Finding enough food or maybe they have dreams which we can only "imagine"? These beautiful in flight creatures may have to build a nest and.... thoughts like this mean they are probably planning and thinking about how to build their design structure, the material they use and where they will source this materiel etc... I mean WOW maybe animals do have minds and we humans have underestimated their capacity!? As I set here staring out my window I long to go join this new day and partake in it's splendor, but I have emails to answer, calls to make and humans to connect with. But later on I will make it out there and partake in others hopes and dreams and also sow some of my own! 💖

Brett "Sunrise" Drummond

#abirdinowam

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Tension At A Boil!

What you may think I lack in Courage, I more than make up for in presence

What you may think I lack in Love, maybe is just you refusing to open your Heart

While you may think you and I are very far apart, truth is there is a bridge that links us

While you may wonder who I am? I know that you will never see because I am greater than sight

When you search for meaning and find none, what will you do? Make up your own?

You may say I'm unkind, but matter of fact, I think it's you that is unwilling to accept your shadow

While I go after my dreams, do you sit and stare at me trying steal my glory and Life?

If I said to you let's talk about life would you just scoff and tell me about the crack in the sidewalk?

You said that you think... Well I wish you feel more and be less cynical

When we touch, all I do is feel the cold of your shoulder and your melodramatic tone in your voice

Blah Blah Blah is this the word you enjoy using the most, cause it's numbing to my Soul?

Politics is your favorite subject of conversation, while you call this art, I think it's just a another of form of manipulation.

I often wonder if you will be a friend to me after I'm done writing this? But a true friend wouldn't let me stew in my own juices.

As our conversation runs short, do you want to know? Probably not as this might infringe on your comfort zone.

The only conversation that I have to say to you is FUCK OFF!

#ifightandliveadifferentway

"The Tell Tale Mind"

 

Connected at the "hip" through Space and Time. Expressing how you Feel about another can be unkind. If you're not ready for these feelings they can Bind. But you and I experienced this connection, not just with "our" minds. Silly Goofy Anxiety between us now, not "in love", but curious where this could go? Were you out of your Mind, why YES indeed! Maybe you were more in your Heart as now you can see. Experiencing the Highs and Lows that come with this sacred bond. In Life as in Love this beat can through you for a Loop de Loop. Betrayal of my Trust is an "unforgivable sin", did you think that by doing this you would "win". Cutting me to the "core", did you try and treat me like you're little "whore". But in the end, which is influx. Might I have the last Laugh, because now I got you in a "box". Trapped by your desire for me to SET you Free, from the prison you put yourself in, only you can FLY FREE! The trap was set form that moment of fate and now this "flash of time"... just ain't. Bridges not burned, but SCORCHED on this Earth, but bridges can rebuilt even just from this woolen Earth. As I Spin this tales of Forebodden Lust, my passion inside I have not Lost. For in Life as in Love I have done battle with the BEST... And I have also put my FIGHTING Spirit to the TEST! Have the Courage to let your feelings show, although I wouldn't wear them on your sleeve to the closest people you know. For they will just keep using you when you get that crazy vibe... and knowing you, you won't even cry, or set a boundary for that matter I think. This isn't my problem, so just watch your drink. For drinking lowers your defenses to them and witchcraft they do practice 100%. I fended them off and sent my own hounds to dwell in the basements... of their own hell. A seed I planted in their minds... wait til they get that fucking TIMEBOBMB SURPRISE, but no they won't die! For when you read others minds you never "know"what you will find and in order to read... you must first retrieve what they know! So this a warning to one and to all! I speak form my heart, whenever I hear that sacred call...

Brett "Poet" Drummond

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