"Why Is Time So Precious, Because This Phenomena Doesn't Exist."

 

Time slippin through my fingers. I think one must ask where does Time go? Does Time not exist and maybe Life is sending me a Kiss? A little twisted, but yet Life is Proficient. Time, oh how you caress my "hands" and wind me up in a way that is UnEarthly! Why must we slip through the Sands of Time? TIME! Where do you come from? Is it the Imaginations of us Humans? Well I'm not quite sure, but I betcha when I do you'll be out of Time cause I found your Secret! And then Game On you son of a.... Clock! You little machine that makes me twist in the wind, always forcing me to keep your schedule! You Control and Manipulate me! In fact for that Matter the Whole World! But I'm on to you, now I don't feel like such a "victim" as when this Story first began! I am free of my wrist band and the "nasty" disfigurement it causes. Time! You will no longer slip into the future, I gotcha caught in the Present Moment waiting to serve Me and that's that!! 123456789101112

Brett "Time" Drummond

#timeIknowhandsandall

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"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...

"Heartbeats Of A Different Sound".

Sometimes when my heart beats late at night i can feel a certain force pumping through my veins. Lifeforce a mystery I don't get, or maybe I'm just thinking about somebody special.The heart a "mystery" unto itself? The beating sometimes drives me pleasantly crazy. A certain pervasive fundamental comes over me.I want to sleep yet this pounding, not just in my chest, but all over my body feels so good foreign and alive!

Brett "Beat" Drummond

And that's what it be, I mean beat...

the beautiful spiral of life.

A flower so beautiful, the smell, the look and decoration. But like human beings there are processes for a flower to grow, be and live. Some flowers only bloom once in their lifetime and after 1 week in "bloom" this beautiful orchard it simple dies and fades away.It's beauty is never seen again.But just for that one time it exsisted and was part of the process that bestowed it's beauty on the world!

<3 Brett

"Beating Thoughts"

When my heart beats my energy flows free.
When my heart beats I can view clearly.
When my rose colored glass fog invades my being, I wait a little til I can see clearly.
Little earthquakes beat inside my chest, but I feel alive and that's what I dig the best! :-0
Energy coursing through my veins, is this what love is?
If it is why does it sometimes feel like pain?
Highs and lows pervade my every thought, will this feeling stay... I think not.
Nor does this feeling need to stay for me to say hey to Life.
If my fledgling thoughts do take on a Life of their own, will I ever know?
Are thoughts and the heartbeat connected by etherial vapor of mist that I cannot "see'.
I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
Or Maybe from these pulsating thoughts I will discern the "truth"?
As I keep diving and digging deeper into this knot of thought, I ponder even more,
Snot that blows out of my bubbling "nose" of thoughts.
As the sound that keeps rushing though the "vacuum" of my mind, will I run out of time?
Or will I run out of thoughts?!
Neither seems likely, but if either should occur I will check back with this poem.
Whose origins are still yet unknown... At least to me.

Brett "    " Drummond

 never #runout...

Brett "Notion" Drummond