"The Currency Of Self Confidence".

I let it all out without a doubt!
Here I come ready or NOT!
Juking and jiving weaving and bobbin,
I can't be stopped! Plans set in MOTION,
How you like that "motion in my ocean"!?
I'm the A-1 "dude" I see.
GOBBLING up everything that is around me.
So JUST stop and stare and be aware,
Life's coming fast, I make sure and watch my ass...

I keep prosing even when it feels "wrong".
All I need now is music for this "song"
Each verse is rather long.
ONCE I condense it down, the beat will be strong!
And... My reach will be long.
I'm still waiting, not coming up for air
Hibbity, Bippity, Bobbity just stop and stare!
My style is my own, original and all!
I DON'T mince words, as all the phonics are precious to me,
I hope you can see...
If not I'll show you what's behind me.


NOT SUPPRESSING my censor that lies within.
When I hear those whispers in my ear,
I pretend I am TURNING lead into gold,
Not platted, but solid treasure within.
Rumpelstiltskin is jealous of me
My words are MORE precious, than the gold he seeks.
I "dispatched" of him, after, I broke his f-a-n-t-a-s-y...
My "currency" of prose, is sometimes legal tender,
That I have paid, with my life's breathe,
With is better than sex...
Well maybe NOT but either way
Just listen to what I say...

Brett "Currency" Drummond

I always KNOW AND... that's the way it went DOWN the way it did...

Experiences Of A Present Moment "Junkie".

Experiences are a part of me.
And in the end
These Experiences are NOTHING you can sell to me!
I go after what I want.
On my own "dime" and I don't try and flaunt all that... I see.
NO pressure except to be present
I live in the here and now.
And MY Experiences tell me this as well.
My travels have taken me ALL over the world,
But my "home" is where my heart is... FO SURE!
My memories may fade,
But these forgotten "riddles, still say HEY!
Replaying at the WORST of times,
Just when I need a pick-me-up
An image comes through space-time
To remind me of the Human Experience that has taken place.
And that I will always be a "part" of the human race.

So here I am,
Still walking through Life
I have Good and Bad Experiences,
 This is ALL just "part" of my Life.
When I "tried" to SEPARATE, the good from the bad,
Over time, I just feel sad,
Like I have "lost" a part of me.
I'd rather experience, the "SUM of the WHOLE",
Than the Parts and Pieces... Of a separate ME!
Will I get to Participate in ALL that I WANT
Maybe, maybe not, but I'll still stay in the Hunt!

RICH and COLORFUL my "acquaintance" with Life,
Experience for me is BOTH a verb and a noun,
At least in my head.
Physical contact and observation of fact,
Is a great scientific definition of the mind I see,
But Experience is SO MUCH MORE to me.
It's what makes my spin, again and again and again!
I would NEVER trade all that I have gotten,
From MY Journey's through time,
I have lived, how I have lived and that's just fine.
Do overs are a "nice" wish,
But I still "wish" to kiss
All that has come before me...
So the past and the future are STILL just "Dreams" to me!
When I'm dead, then I will see
What Life has meant to me.

Brett "Navigation" Drummond

And NOW I know my way around... See you soon

The Association Of A Personalityless Aggregate.

Split Personalities abound in me.
Waiting to be myself, but scared of society.
ALL my fears came true,
As society tried to shallow me.
That was YEARS ago.. and NOW I'm me!
Society tried to "judge" me, but now I'm back with a VENGEFUL fit!
My life is MINE, I don't give a shit!
I'm NOT censoring myself,
Does that keep me from societal wealth?
Oh well I'm not staying STEALTH!

The "Fraternal Brotherhood Of People".
Keep knocking at my door.
When I open this "door" up, I yell WHORE!
Selling out without a doubt.
No idea is Borne that has any clout.
Now you come to me to see
I can't save your SORRY ass soul baby!
But my CREATIVITY is mine
You won't get a new idea off of me!

Now this may seem obscene.
BUT I'm really just doing this "for you"  heart BMD.
You unoriginal bastard, just LET GO.
I hope you learn to think for yourself, FO sure.
What would you do, If I gave you a wrong idea...?
Now you SHOULD run scared!
But I'm gonna PLANT this idea in your "Hive Mind"
And this idea is gonna go off... Just like a ticking time-bomb!
"ALL" my words have been spoken and I'm DONE giving two shits...
My mind is STILL alive, but yours is d-e-a-d.

Brett "Without A Doubt" Drummond

I saw and heard amd now I know.

"Undiscovered "Weisms" Of A Human Race."

Sometimes I just want to turn a blind eye.
And NOT see the carnage that WE be.
I guess I could discuss US, at our best and worst,
but at out WORST, we are a Curse!
To each other and this Planet that spins.

From the HIGHEST of highs, to the LOWEST of lows...
WE humans put on QUITE a show!
But fo sure, why do I keep focusing on the lows...?
We can be so MEAN and to me that's just obscene!
That I don't think we can Glean,
What it means to be flesh and blood an Organic Means.
We Hurt, Struggle and WE act out!
Now I'm NOT saying not to pout, but FUCK without a doubt,
WE affect others with our clout.

Maybe self destruction is the nature we seek.
I think that makes us MEEK.
For WE don't how to build a bridge to ourselves
And WE sell out like a Circus Clown...
A thought, feeling, emotion WE are more for sure!

A Human Being cannot exist on their own.
At least NOT when we live in a society WE have BORNE
The whole is greater than just a "slice" of this structural pie...
But everyone is "Unique", at least in my eye.
For without contributions from ALL,
Then just like NOW, our Race will DIE.
PERISH away because we don't CARE
Take a chance and try and be aware...

If WE don't address our system, I think we are jinxed.
Maybe that's why I am THROWING up suck a "stink"!
Ya know it DOESN'T always have to be,
ONE for all and ALL for one
But if we don't try and get it together,
Then these lives that we lead, just might be GONE!

Brett "Human" Drummond

NOW do you SEE

"Quiet Poetic Conversation."

Sometimes the quietest people have a lot to SAY!
I can be "one" of those people, but I always say HEY!
Taking it all in, just like Din-Din.
Waiting and "feasting" upon those prying eyes...
Waiting to open up their mouths and... LET out a surprise!
Maybe quiet people realize there's a reason they have one mouth and two ears...
Just a thought... or maybe you can HEAR...

Just a "different" point of view I guess...
Or at least that's what my Muse says.
So I don't always think, before I speak,
Which can be rather unique.
I never KNOW what the fuck I'm gonna speak,
But I guess that's the Charm I bring,
So I'm gonna swing for the fences....
And Knock these "lines" out of the park..
I don't even need to see,
I can hit those fucking words, in the DARK!

Back to being quiet and shit,
That USED to be me, but NOW I got an ITCH!
To express myself letting the words ALL fly out,
Making sure to never leave a DOUBT.
So here I come with another Rhyme,
I PULLED that shit out of Space-Time!
Einstein ain't got nothing on me...
Except, an education, awards and a Nobel Prize maybe..
But Guess what?!
I still get to be ME!
Slanging and saying WHAT THE FUCK  I mean...
And I don't have to be in a "popularity" hunt, see.

Brett "Speaks His Truth" Drummond

I was heard #ringthrougheternity

"Whatcha You Saying Universe?!"

Milky Way, can you say HEY!
Tonight you are my "Bae".
ALL my Hopes and Dreams speak to me, through thee.
I'm happy and content to let all things go to you.
It's just that sometimes, you say, BOO!
THROWING unexpected curveballs at me....
Til I "see" the nature of my own R-E-A-L-I-T-Y.

What's your Vibe, are you Alive?
At least, to me eye.
I wonder what Network is in your sky?
I know it's NOT the World Wide Web.
So my connection to you might be a GIANT spider web.
Your messages to me are silky smooth...
Pulling me through my "Dark Night" and shining a light.
Although I may try and fight...
I'll learn in the end, and that seems quite RIGHT!

All the Voyageurs and Probes that have been sent.
Still nobody knows, but I think I do and that's bent!
There are NO secrets that have been kept from me.
I seek and I shall find...
What I put out, is returned to thee.
I keep HOPING more for myself and OUR Human Race.
But I fear WE are lost in this maze of time and space.

So here it is... an, SOS!
But I think, unless other Humans hear this MESSAGE too...
Then the inhabitants of Earth, will turn BLUE.
NOT from the water that covers OUR Earth.
But that our AIR will turn POISONOUS
And then this World and it's inhabitants are CURSED!
And if we have NO CLEAN Air to BREATHE or Water to drink...
Then the Human Race will SINK!

Brett "SOS" Drummond

I NOW have the univere's VIBE and I "lied" #machines

There Is Magic In This World!

A little curious boy set out to prove to adults that there is still magic in this world. He tried to tell the adults that the stars had spoken to him, but all the adults did was laugh, pat him on the head iand tell him it was just his "imagination". So this curious little boy set out on a journey set out on a journey to show them there is magic in the stars!

He racked his brain day and night to try and get the adults to understand this MAGIC and WONDER he felt inside. In science class he learned how we are made up of the same stuff as the stars. Would this get them to understand!? He thought about it for a minute... and realized that wouldn't work. Next he came up with the idea that the sun is a star and we need it to survive. Without the sun there would be no light, plants and trees wouldn't grow and there would be no way we could survive on Earth. But still he realized that wouldn't do it and he relized that he was talking in the adults "language". So he started thinking; why do I think stars are so magical?! Is it beacause I'll never be able to touch one? Or that when he layed down at night to gaze at the stars, that they all appeared to come ALIVE and the heavens started moving? Now he thought... I'm onto something!#@!* We will watch the stars together and I will let them have their own experience. NOW!! He knew he was onto something! :-)

So the curious little boy gathered a bunch of cynical adults together one night and convinced them to go and gaze at the stars. On their walk up to the summit they kept saying things like: how silly he was and eventually he would just grow up and see that the stars didn't talk to him and they weren't magic... So after he listened to all the adults, this curious little boy decided to tell the adults to just look at the stars, stop thinking and just Dream whatever comes into your mind. When the adults stopped trying to think and just just opened up to what could be... a"funny" thing happened.  They were STUNNED! They had no idea how to react!? They were taken into a world were they could just be! Instead of all the words and labels and busyness of Life, they started to see an inner world. A world where anything was possible and they created their own "reality"!

The little boy knowing his job was done, walked away with a smile... :-)

BTW I got "the" MAGIC.

The Soul Species Who Had Universal Amnesia.

Once there was a species who came to Earth and forgot who they were. You might ask how does this happen? Well you see I am part of this species and I have also forgotten, so let's explore a little and put the puzzle pieces together!

When you have amnesia what is it? You forgot who you are, right? And what causes this amnesia, maybe many things, but a few that come to mind are trauma of some type. A hit on the head, being told who you are, when in reality you are not that. Well... maybe it begins at birth with the traumatic experience of coming out of that beautiful amniotic fluid, that supports, protects and nourishes you into a room with bright lights, people running around like their heads are cut off and a room full of mostly uncaring people. Interesting I thought to myself.

Or maybe it's the way adults in life try and make children fit into their belief systems and rules when it doesn't fit into "their" generation?

Or maybe it's in adolescence where teenagers are so insecure that they moch, bully and hurt each others emotions so maybe that don't feel all alone?

Or Maybe it's how advertisers on T.V. try to convince your subconscious mind that to be happy you need to buy that latest product or thing, or you need to look like a swimsuit model, or that studly guy who has 6 pack abs? When most people already know that those pics are photo shopped and airbrushed.

Or maybe it's how corporations and businesses push people to conform to "their" system? Make them wear a monkey suit, sit at a desk and work from a system that is about manipulation and control. Not to mention it's just about the numbers and how much money they can make off the consumer and the worker! A modern day form of slavery if you ask me!

Or maybe it's how the system says save for retirement for when you're old, but how do you know that day will ever come? And isn't it easier to live life and travel when we are younger?

Now I have my own view! We are explorers, lovers, visionaries, poets, Defenders of the Universe, we are souls who should embody ourselves. We should celebrate our differences and uniqueness to help make this world a better place! We are supposed to live life our way!

But do you want to know what is the saddest part for me? It's that we humans have amnesia. All the problems I describe from before are manmade and WE do this to EACH other.

                                                             We are unique, not all the same.

Brett Human Being Drummond

But I still remeber and hopefully humans can tell the invaders from the others

3,2,1 Blastoff-- A Mission From Spirit!

And so another Soul goes on a mission, Launching into Space and the Universe from The Source! As this Soul prepares to go out Journeying, he takes with him a certain code that can help to bring a betterment to whatever Target Destination he chooses! Not much else is known about the Soul's preparation to go on this Mission. Only this Soul knows what he will need-- a so to speak for "eyes" only, need to know basis. But anywho as FIRE descends from this Spaceship, like an Atom, a Beautiful Iridescent trail of colors is left behind in this Souls' wake. Maybe this Soul's Spaceship is an actual extension of the Soul itself? And as this Entity travels through Space in his vehicle, does he also want to leave some beautiful Art in the Dark Universe?

 3,2,1 Blastoff! As this Soul blazes through Space the Journey can be very long. This Soul also travels to get a certain kind of education about the hidden gifts of the Universe. The Stars are beautiful and contain hidden knowledge about our Nature and the Origins of Life. Who would have thought that?

Also other Planets he passes keep sending out "signals" about what each planet is working on and what problems have occurred there and how advanced their Civilization is. The Soul doesn't stop at these Planets, but gets a feel for what these Stunning Spheres Of Churning Life are all about! But the Soul's constant companion is Celestial Music! Adventures can get lonely and this type of Music doesn't just educate, but also helps to sustain and nourish the Soul. What type of Music you ask does the Soul live by? Well really there's all types! Here are a few, but there are just too many too list! The music that comes from The Spinning Life on each Planet Music Of Life, the Music of the Spheres Spheres Of Life, the humming of the stars Celestial White Noise. And my own personal favorite! The Music that is made when ALL the pieces parts of the Universe are working together and creating a beautiful harmony Universal Bliss! You may have to listen closely to catch this sound of "Creation". This Music also tends to stay with this Soul when he reaches his destination. Maybe this might explain why Dance, Music and the Arts are sooo popular?

 The Soul can get disconnected while on his Journey though... All alone, no one to talk to. Surely this would drive an Entity mad! And in a sense I'm sure it does! What is there to do, but THINK!? And so many Thoughts pass through his mind, in fact so many that all these Thoughts might make him crazy! Have you ever overthought too much in life and all your Thoughts caused you to get stressed out, crazy and caused more problems than all your Thinking you could solve? Now just imagine floating through Space, no grounding planet to help bring any of these Thoughts to Life. So as this beautiful iridescent Soul travels through Space he gets addicted to his Thoughts! Now Thoughts are fun, but I don't think they are everything in Life! And in Life not everything is Thought, am I right!? So this Soul thinks and hinks and thinks and actually in a way he becomes his Thoughts. Believing that they are true, but oh, how when these Souls land on earth they see that maybe the opposite is True of Earth. That Actions rule a little more. So this Soul has to adjust!

 Now as this Soul gets closer to his Destination he has to start getting ready for his Mission. So he checks the calculations to make sure he is on course and then he double checks. You do not want to "know" what happens if he misses his coordinates, this fate is not pretty.... This Soul has a checklist and has on it, but may not be exclusive to 1) Mission to Earth  2) An Abort Pill-- in case said Mission goes bad 3) A voice in his Head that will keep him on track  4) "Location" of a new vehicle upon exit 5) Soulmates to contact on Earth at a set "time and place" 6) A Higher Self that he can contact for Guidance. WOW! What an exhaustive list I know!! And little does he know, but this Soul also has a lesson to bring to Humanity to Teach. Can you imagine what the World would be like if every "Human" on Earth contributed? And these Life Lessons are probable more important than any thoughts that the Soul will get in Outer Space.

 And there's one hidden process I have left out... Even this Soul doesn't know about it. It's the Code! And this paradoxical Mirror might be the most Mysterious Process of ALL! Even the storyteller of this story doesn't get the scrambling of this Information. So first let me explain. "The Source" has a code that this light implants into the Soul as he shoots out on his Journey. But the Universe also has a code (a very bad one at that) The Source's code is Straight Forward, Simple and Comprehendable, while the Universe's Code is confused. Maybe because the Universe is a Strange Place and so many events go on, that it constantly has to change? Who knows, but do you get what I'm throwing down?! Unfortunately the Soul doesn't know that the Universe's code isn't the one he should be using.

And so can begin a downward spiral into confusion and a search for a mission that should have never begun. And well to put this "darkly" this Unknowing can have a devastating effect on the Soul's Psyche and in extreme instances can lead to Death... But when a Soul goes on a Mission, he accepts he might reach his destination and might not survive, so he is prepared for this event. So as he prepares to come out of Hyperspace and enter his Final Destination, he braces says a prayer and bites down ready to emerge a new Human Being on Earth!

Brett "Traveler" Drummond

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"Perfection Is The Problem"

What a nasty 10 letter word.

Is there anything in this world perfect?

Maybe... But only in my mind.

And even then, what do I do with this "perfect" vision?

I think about it and play with, bend, twist and mangle this perfect "thing".

When I can see the imperfections inside of my myself and this world...

Then maybe I will have discovered the uniqueness of life...

Brett "Imperfect" Drummond

Strollin Though The Streets Of Brooklyn

Whenever I visit New York I always feel a little anxious. Now of course I've only been twice, but hey who's counting... :-)  On this occasion I happened to be going to a party of people who I met at a awesome adult summer So I had to decide weather I would drive, take the bus, ride the subway or walk. So a side note: most people who know me know that if there is a way for me to get lost, turned around, missed exit yada yada yada it will happen to me ! So this is always a gut wrenching decision! So after I analysed all of my choices... I decided to be brave and hoof it!! Now four miles in a big city is an adventure for me... both good and bad and I am soooo glad I decided to walk! What an experience of cultural sobriety that was for me. I seemed to weave into out of culture, race, beliefs, joy and uneasiness. [I went from Brownstones, to what some people might term the ghetto, to just your average normal hoo hum apartments. But my most interesting walk was what I would term as an Orthodox Jewish Community. All the signs were written in what I would consider Hebrew. Most of the men wore a tall looking oddly shaped hat. And it seemed as I tried to make eye contact or give a head nod or say hello... I felt like I was rebuffed. Just my thought/perceptions--- It felt like "these people in this community were cut off/ didn't want to be part of society? I smiled at a little boy maybe eight years old and I got a  scowl and hiss... Now I realize that sometimes kids are just kids, but wow it almost felt he thought I was "the devil"!

So after I finally left an amazing shin dig full laughter, dancing and awesome people! I had to decide whether to walk or take the bus. I decided to walk! So as I set out my through another four mile adventure through Brooklyn, with foggy groggy eyes at 2 am, a ton of thoughts started running through my head,will I be safe, will I get turned around, I'm tried and I don't want to walk, but I just decided to go for  it! And what a beautiful walk home it was! Listening to after hour parties, watching couples hold hands and listen to the buzz and hustle and bustle of the city that never sleeps! I arrived home about an hour later... I brushed my teeth layed my groggy head on the pillow and fell asleep...

Brett "One Burrough" Drummond

i'LL SEE YOU later Brooklyn

The Dream Master

The Dream Master appears as many different characters. Sometimes as the wise old sage, a homeless beggar or a beautiful cloud passing through your thoughts. "He" makes you believe he is just a figment of your imagination... but that is just him playing his silly games with you. He is kinda like St Nick, except he is very quick. No reindeer, sleigh or bells, just a wry little smile, then he turns and is gone. "Spinning" his magic in the shadowy world of the theater of life, he just wants to make you conscious of an issue or two that subconsciously has been making you blue. The stories he helps you decipher are legendary and archetypal myths of the past in the present. Within a dream he loves confusion, for confusion shakes you up and makes you dance for a different "truth". The Dream Master never gives you Love... For since he plays in an illusionary world of smoke and mirrors he will never beget the emotion and feeling Love is. When he has planted the seeds, he watches them grow twist and turn never knowing if his little riddle will ever be understood? Sitting silently in the shadows of the soul, magic, laughter and playfulness are the domains of his existence.

Brett Dream Drummond

The Rippling Lake.

The lake ripples and moves so serenely, coming at me in a gentle force. But the funny paradox is that these ripples never seem to make their way toward me. How mesmerizing this sight is to me! Underneath the ripples is a whole world teaming with Life, algae, fish reproducing, oxygen, nitrogen and "Life" itself just waiting and churning for that perfect chance to create a SPARK!. Sandy or rocky bottom it doesn't matter, this bottomless lake holds all forms moving, nourishing and shaping their development.

I go to the waters edge and wonder what Life has in store for me? Is this beautiful bowl of water trying to lure me in or tell me something? Why can't I just try and tell myself? Fish flop and frogs ribbet, tadpoles spawn, fisherman fish and boats fly through the water, FAST! In them, happy excited humans experiencing the thrills of speed and floating!

                                                             
Is there nothing more beautiful than raindrops splashing on to this mirror of a lake? Breaking the surreal plasticity that was once there. This body of water has enough room to keep letting more water into it's boundaries. I often wonder if a lake can "sense" it's surroundings? How this "body" nourishes and sustains the eco system that this mother helps to support on it's shores and it's depths. Now I understand that as part of Nature that this is the "lake's job", but on some deeper cosmic level a certain Love abounds, for this beings nurturing instinct. As the ripples get more violent, does this lake retain a peaceful calm? This mood is just an aspect of the lake and it's emotions. Morphing, shaping and conforming to the forces that have been put upon this Bowl of Life. Where does this Force enter FROM? For me this is an inconsequential question as I can feel the lake run through my body and soul... And this knowing is enough for me.

Brett "Ripple Drummond

I am a ripple....

"Glamours Fireworks In The Chaos."

 

As I look around this beautiful twisted world, I wonder will chaos rules, or will I grow up and NOT

be a fool?! Words and prose are all I have to bring to this feast of life. And boy oh boy do I think

there is a lot of strife. Am I sitting in chaos, or am I just trying to "act the same". GIVE ME MY

MIND BACK, I yell at the Universe. And gosh darn it, I try not to curse. For my struggle lies

deep within, and no it's not a shark fin. I don't really bare my life for all to see, I just Want.To.Be.Me.


  Here and now not in the same fog of thought.I keep trying to get out, but my fog lights are off,

I'll betcha all the others waiting think I'm a jerk. Here I come ready or not! I'll use my own inner

light and put on a SHOW. Busting out with fireworks, the beautiful colors I see, cause that's who I

be. My words are raw and prose true... I'm like this and that-- Ka-Boom! For now I have decided

chaos will rule until I figure it out. I'll just let my life runs it's course.. Ready or not through my veins

this thing will course.

Brett "Firework" Drummond

I had words, but also fireworks... Can you say that...

"Poisoned Pills Of A Higher Purpose"

As I look out into that blue, or as I call "it", that "pie in the Sky". I take a moment to ponder then I

HOLLER! Calling in the sun, moon and ancestry in one shallow breath. For the "WHOLE" is in the

dis-ease of the sum of one. And if that DOESN'T sit well with you, then my work is DONE.

Looking, searching and seeking for the TRUTH, I must now KICK "it" into high gear and let

that "vision" SEAR all that is near. Bringing "it" down from the heavens, so people have access

to "it" like they're at 7-Eleven.


"Fast Food" spirituality seems to abound NOW. These days everyone is a "certified yoga teacher",

"reiki master", essential oil "guru" or a "positive thinking" life coach of EPIC PROPORTIONS.

Or maybe... that's just what "they" have thought in their "minds eye" and NOW that they have their

certification "they" can lie, about their credentials and how "In Real Life" they have NO experience to

what "their" hidden purpose really is. Cause their "career" has just been marketed to them and this

h-u-m-a-n  b-e-i-n-g has been left in the "lurch" in their quest for a search of a meaning, NOT of

"their" own genie, but a "poisoned pill of thought" that was spun in a web of another's making.


So NOW their souls are "lost". NEVER full-filling their mission in this "time and place", their real

reason for being here. LOOSE CHANGE "lost" in the seat cushions of their human vehicle.

What then is a person "to do", learning is NO longer about YOU, but a predetermined way that this

MASTER TEACHER had "pollinated" in the mainstream... That may OR may NOT work, when a

MASS group of people, try and incorporate "it" into their BEING.


As I "teach" and so I shall learn EACH "individual unique process" that I think should be their

"home". There is ONLY "one way" and that is MY way and YOUR way. As I have followed I "feel"

like I have been kissed 😘 by a BEAUTIFUL goddess of "honest knowledge". This "kiss" 😙 is

sooo sweet and neat, cause I KNOW these "lips" are ONLY meant for me! So I NO LONGER seek

and now I "SEE" all the "goodness" of my calling, that is MEANT for me. And NOW I am at peace

with MY higher purpose and that is just me...

                                                        Brett "Throwdown" Drummond

                                                     

"Romance-- Flight, Fright or Fight?"

 

Romance, a bond or social condition? Maybe this construct is just time and space and we the

"human race" put on this Celebration to erase the painful memories that cannot be replaced?

Just "think" about it? No known Galaxy has ever felt this nifty feeling TOWERING above, in and

around, all over town or so, I say! Are Love and Romance synonymous? NO WAY, I say! Try again

don't be a pain. Romance-- what a fudey dudey commodity that has been sold to me. Wine, chocolate

and unlimited affection define this large bullshit spectrum, which for me ISN'T a connection, just a

show! The definition of Romance should be a fixed point of insecurity, trying to find an "imaginary"

bliss that can NEVER be realized or seen! Romance is like being drunk, or so I say bae.


  NO strings attached, because usually emotions go unmatched. Just a sexual notion of motion... that

is bumping and grinding, hola hoop hips that are wining and dining. Lets's call a spade a spade and a

dirty deed a good time, NOT a construct that is Devine. Using your flirty way to get what you want

LET'S make more holidays, spend more money and be more drunk on each other's honey! On second

thought... let's change a currency of Lust that has been kept from "US". I have a lusty appetite and a

might, that seems to have been suppressed by marketers and vested interests that want to keep my

love life, under "wraps" and sell that shit back to me, STAT! Well, guess what!? I'm done playing

their monetary romantic game! And quit trying to sell me an idea over pleasure, I might ADD. How

about I write a "romance novel", instead of buying yours and... I'll use my Imagination to define what

romance really is, love, a dagger or a stray bullet kid.


I'm tired of playing these games and NO... not all Romance is the same. Sometimes this word is just

symbolic and a "dirty" turd. Try as I might, to put up a fight and let myself go insane by this pseudo

crypto plight, that just seems to hamper me and romantic eyes, to the ladies. Maybe there is NO

getting away, from my marketed Romantic fate? But try as I may, I cannot comply with logic and

reason, so I guess I'll just go and watch a show, and be alone that's just, my... Romantic flow yo.


Brett "No Love" Drummond

I was sold a lie... but I also sold a lie...

"You Smell Pretty"

 "You smell pretty", those were the last 3 words my Grandmother spoke to me. And the fucked up

 "thing" was, I COULDN'T understand these three simple heartfelt words. My Grandmother, near

death... and I had NO clue--- so that was all I heard, a "garbled" last sound, and then... there was NO

sound.

Thinking back I was NEVER told my caretaker was dying in front of my eyes. The doctors visits,

oxygen tanks and constant slumber, NEVER seemed to dampen my Grandmother's Spirit, she was

still like my mother, taking care of me, so now I SEE. Doing ALL the "little" things mothers are

supposed to do.

If I had known, could I have gotten my Grandma to give UP her cancer sticks? That nicotine delivery

system and toxic fumes, that caused the metastasized tumor to CONSUME, the LAST bit of

oxygen from those "sacs of air". No I "think" NOT, for W/O a doubt she was a STUBBORN "old

soul" who was set in her ways, but hey AREN'T we all to some Nth degree?

I always wondered why those souls who took care of me, DIDN'T tell me , how sick this lady be?

Were they just "NUMB" to the stark realities that death brings? Oh were they maybe... But wait,

STOP, for me ALL those "reasons" DON'T matter.

ALL of my thoughts and feelings have been "scattered".... I let the floodgates in, now I know

"grieving" ISN'T a " sin". For me- to be- a real -h-u-m-a-n- b-e-i-n-g, I know I have to heal from

deaths ills, that are still, sometimes sight "unseen".

In the aftermath of my Grandmother's "crash, there was a void left in me. I had NO ONE to turn to,

except... for me. And being an 8 year old boy, I now "SEE" this support sytem WASN'T adequete for

me.

I feel good bringing these thoughts and feelings to light. They are NOW conscious, and I can see,

what happened to me. When I WASN'T yet quite grown, but yet, not quite a b-a-b-y. To put this

event in order I can NOW leave behind, the disorder and chaos, that NO longer serves MY behind. I

know I did the best I could with what I had and... I ... am.. NO longer sad.

Thanks for loving and taking care of me, from your loving Grandson BMD


Brett Drummond

Pretty and poisoned, but I got the "cure"

"Virtual Reality Civilization Nation"

Is the end near? Is Civilization failing and we just AREN'T aware? Or do we even care?

If you're in the U.S., you shouldn't feel depressed. WE have anti-depressants, anti-biotics and soooo

many other TOXIC chemicals in our water supply, that WE should be IMMORTAL by NOW and

never die. At least... that's what ALL government press releases keep telling me. Oh wait! Those

press releases are PROBABLY written by lobbyists and corporations, so now I "see". Or WAIT! Do I

just see-- what those "corporate interests" want me to be. "Shaping" my mind, an undercurrent of an

"American Dream" loooong since gone. Or maybe, that American Dreamthing was just put together

by some clever marketers--- destined for some "interest group" or something like that, what do you

think Homie...?


But either way I digress. I'm heading back to Civilization, ONE that stands on the brink, to become

EXTINCT. DESTROYING our ecosystem at a "phonetic" pace. GUESS WHAT!? Next is gonna be

T-h-e  H-u-m-a-n  R-a-c-e.  The next incarnation will be land of the apes. But hey, if our Civilization

does collapse, maybe that just means our Civilization WASN'T so great and rather crass. Drinking,

smoking, social mediaing and "acting" like we "care". To me, now it just seems "as if" we stare-- At

what we used to call the the boob tube. Now, it's just a "smart" application of programming and

sedentary demise.


Are our "Orbs" our undoing and these "spheres" of focal luminescence are actually our countdown,

pushing the human race closer to our Doomsday Clock place-- TIC TOC... TIC TOC... TIC TOC...

And, ya know, the "funny" part is we CAN'T even hear this clock count down... since it's ALL

digital these days.



SCRATCHING, CLAWING, SPITTING, CHOKING-- and no, I'm NOT even talking about "sex

lives" or, lack thereof because of online sites like porn and hubb, sometimes I just feel hustled! We

seem to mistake Virtual for Reality. Confusing our senses and acting with our minds and, we ALL

know that our minds can be unkind. UNLEASHING an avalanche of TORRENTIAL thoughts,  that

have NO Rhyme or Reason or even thought. And just to bounce, hurt or injure ourselves or those just

around.


Ya know what? In this Civilization I'm gonna keep my feet "firmly" planted on the ground. NO rides

in those self driving cars and that virtual technology can burn in HELL!

Brett "Grounded" Drummond

"Imaginary" Little Green Men On A Mission"

They come from far away, to say hey, or maybe it's a little visit for a little "more", I hear them knocking on our door. A Cosmic Universal "door" for sure! But... Guess what? I ain't answering that door! For that knock could be a HORRENDOUS Interstellar visit from "they". A group so HORRENDOUSLY well known to man and... his famdam. Is it that we forget? That this Alien Race is not who they appear to be, or what I want them to be?? ALL the stories I have heard about "our" short green friends are never ever good ,YES even those stories which we win! I wonder what they are here for SCREAMED the human race?! There're up to "know" good, cause they are a disgrace! Whether they just want to steal our resources, women or just cause chaos and have some "fun" will this Earth come UNDONE?!

We're reverse engineering their technology, but.... that couldn't be further from the Truth Ruth. For the tech they gave us, was outdated and crass... an ancient relic, from the past? A Nebula of Eons swallowed up long ago by a Black Hole Soul. They DESTROYED their Planet and Civilization over time and the "push" of a button made their Civilization "decline". And so they had to travel out into the edges of the Universe as it's known today--- that "old space-time desert" Now they wander in this mechanical dark flow... And "god" only knows, where they "go". Let's go RAPE another planet as we explore, they IMPLORE! And I'm not even sure if  the Hearts of Men can stop this bleeding resource and blood thirsty of the Nth Degree to the negative 10 do you know what I mean? Do they just see us as a mathematic from their very own "small minds"?Is it that they might think they are NOT unkind? But they don't "think" like we "act". And either way I fear for our "safety", even we if act... as one...  for our curiosity could be our undoing and... and NOT fate or hate.

As we try and decipher these "cryptic" messages that come, is there something that the world governments have NOT told us yet under our their sun? Are they working in cahoots, with these little green people to control the common human mass? Only time will tell, as these classified documents "leak" out, Truth or Conspiracy, either way "we the people" have lost our clout. To tell "fact" from "fiction" and the real or believed. The rich and powerful PISS on us indeed. But let me NOT linger on a message that is broach, from the original message that I have approached. So back to the "subject" at hand... and to that green little man. Who steals "our" thoughts... and makes them his "own", by planting chips in our heads, when instead, he could just ask, about our screwy human race. For... there is NO figuring "us" out! Maybe we are "like" women, as my girlfriend once said  "women are to be loved NOT understood" in our hood, or... was this just a hypothesis, that I penned with my poetic mind. Not even this "theory", could stand the test of time, or even a lab... ESPECIALLY by those little green men who think we "sin" and they steal away, like spaceships in the night, if we CANNOT find a trace of their "now" then how can we use our human might, to OBLITERATE these foreign invaders who betray our case?

 Not sure I have, the answers or OFFENSIVE JAB. Try as I may, I think we need to find out why who these little green men are and I DON'T they're here to help! Maybe they just want to "play" with the little dumb earthlings they think we are. I outlined many reasons at the beginning of this little account I wrote, but the GRANDADDY of them ALL might even be hidden to us. I mean who else, but our Orb, in the known Universe... has a stunning blue-green planet that is abundant and radiant with life. We even have beautiful dirt and oceans to "suffice" and so I glare and stare! Maybe this is our curse, blessing and problem all at the same time? And we are the ONLY planet that still has signs of "intelligent life" I mean our resources we are really quite nice! And when the Aliens bring their motherships to bear, I betcha they don't care or even give this beauty of a planet a whimsical rumination! Could these ships be a little "Noah's Ark"? To take our life and start another planet of their own, either way, I do NOT know?

But in "the end" here's a little advice.. Instead of pointing our Nucs at each other, maybe we would do well to point them into Outer Space and save our Human Race....

Brett "NOT a little green man" Drummond

You heard it first here FOLKS!