"The Transcending of Human by "Time".

As I flow through Time, I thought I would pen a little rhyme as to this illusionary phenomena. I don't think I normally travel at the Speed of Light? But if I did then maybe my "clock" would look a little different. Maybe I would use a Sun Dial or a Plasma Clock or some other funny invention that would put me more in touch with the Cosmos.

I would actually like to incorporate a magic eight ball into my "new" clock, but alas I'm not sure how to accomplish this lofty idea. Any bright ideas out there would be helpful and much appreciated on how to accomplish this magic eight ball magic.

Does Time even exist I keep asking myself? And if Time doesn't exist, then I think that makes Time a very valuable commodity that I wish I could barter more for. As I travel on the Speed of Light in my dreams, I soar not high into the heavens, but more into my heart and the challenges of the present. Can I "ride" this light beam of hope here on Earth, striving and achieving what I want? Or maybe.... wait for that phrase! I can STOP Time?! What a novel idea this could be. We humans have tried to stop Time since probably our whole history. And what if we could harness this "clock"? Just imagine ALL the cool things we could do!?

But... enough with that thought. I think we would have discovered this "thing" by now. I will say this though, in a beautiful lover's embrace time does stop for me. 😃💖. So Time I'm done with you! Just like you do to me and my Life, I will show you No Quarter. And until "Time Runs Out" you will also be waiting for your own Demise.  SAYONARA TIME! 🖖

Brett " Second Minute Hour" Drummond

Hands are all I got

"Perfection is When Your Heart is in the Right Place."

Perfection and the heart are two points of view that don't go together I think! I mean just think about this perplexing idea? The heart beats, blood flows, is warm and knows only love, right? And perfection to me is cold, hard, unforgiving and "heartless". What a paradox, yeah? I mean I can't even spell out this conundrum of my beginning title! Why on Earth would I write about these two polar opposites? Well I'm not sure either lol. When I try and strive, sometimes I feel like I die. A part of me aiming for a model of what I think is right. But what I think is right might not fit into where I'm actually going, ya dig? For my beating giant might have other plans. Does passion play a big part in my beating giant's decision making process? I think so! I mean if I stick to my model of a virtual reality of who I am, will this actually just impede my progress? Or do I need to have an unbending goal to strive for in a world that I think can be could and callous? My "ticker would obviously beg to differ I say! I cannot put that "ticker" thing into words, but I know that "thing" is there. Drawing me closer to an ideal and not a model maybe? As my vision of flawless goes, so does my life in a sense. I'm always growing and in this growth is a struggle, which I believe forces me to change and in this change I have to give up my ideal of who I was and my goals I wanted out of my life. So does my Sentiment Being inside tell me this? Or is there an unspoken agreement between my model of Life and what beauty beats inside? All these questions keep coming up inside and out for me. Maybe I am not trying to find an answer, but am seeking a riddle that will never be solved... and doesn't have to be. Either way I guess my Life will go on and I will continue to live and be who I am... and this will be enough for me.

Brett "Model of Incomplete" Drummond

And maybe I''ll add right time also

"A Blurry Thought of My Life."

Veritable vision exists in my psyche today. Double vision is my social norm. Sometimes not being able to focus is a real achilles heel for me. Just trying to stay sane from the blurriness is a real chore. The tension precipitates this real "force" in my face and observation of the eternal thingamajig that I can't seem to get past in this present moment. This might help to keep me grounded, but in "real life" this piece of emotional driftwood can be hampering. This continual process of growth can be a real sticky mess of my human life.... Focus-Focus-Focus, but to no avail-- If I don't I get so line-out-of-sight that I become incapacitated in a "thought". WHAT AN ENERGY DRAIN! Not being able to see what is in front of me can be deflating, but I guess we ALL have this slight tear in the fabric of our lives at sometime or another... Right? Or at least that's what I tell myself. As a wise sage once told me- or wait- why would I put words of another in my poem? That which I'm trying to convey should come from me... Dontcha think? 😊  Since my vision is "off" does this keep me out of the norm, whatever that might mean? My Life goes on and the flow of my process keeps dragging me inside/out. Make your own meaning out of my words I say. When hope fades, what is left? Nothing? Or maybe something that will splay open a new form and eye socket which keeps me on the straight and narrow of vision in this pupil that I call my Life...

Brett "Pupil" Drummond

Blurry yes... but the hey...

"Tic Tac Toe "Time"!

Tic Tok I look at the clock, sometimes I want to lick that noisy clickbox, cause that clock looks like a lollipop! Time filled with sooo much goodness and gracious experiences waiting to be had. And no my "impending" death does not make me say this. For Life is what I make of it I think. Ever growing and always expanding to my moment of Courage. Spinning, pulling and twisting to make me into a new human being. As I face my own clock and here the ticks, those clicks I realize are dwindling down to the wire and fraying as I type. I don't feel sad, but rather a cool sense of relief and perhaps even joy, that this epiphany has found it's way into my mind. As I grasp for more time, I realize that my grasp is not BIG enough to support all the hours of my days. Does time flow or am I the eternal clock that powers my own machine that I have brought into this Life? Only time will tell and time doesn't seem to speak a very forward language. Does time just want to play games with me or am I the game and I will never win?! Answers! I want answers! And none of those elusive memes seem to be coming my way! So time!? What's on the agenda today? Well I know what's on my agenda, to live my Life fully. Even as your pressing hands try and wipe "me" off the map! No time piece will dictate what I want to do or supercede who I am! I'll tell you that! So "time" what do you say? Are you up for one more game of who can get the most out of my day or... will you try and be the chronic staleness that Life can be? I will try and not suffocate under your weight of all of my memeories that you try and erase.

Brett 'Father Time" Drummond

I know the way to win at tic tac toe everytime...

"Depression, Maybe it's time to Go a Little "Crazy".

Depression you baffle me! Are you just a catch phrase modern day psychiatry has labeled me with? What these imbelciles can't understand with their "minds" as, being  "normal", is that it's just a label? Or maybe you label this to keep yourself getting paid and to make sure your jobs stay put? I do not know?! Or do I? Some may say depression takes your soul, but I think this "disease" lies more in the body and that's why these modern day head shrinkers can't figure out the cure, even if they really want to! Remember ladies and gentleman: ONE MAGIC PILL IS ALL YOU NEED, to get rid of your ills that probably built up over time. As I have "struggled", what ails me isn't a straight Depression I think, but more of a system of the body, mind and spirit being out of WHACK! Maybe instead of trying to tackle my "problem" rationally, that maybe I just needed to go a little CRAZY?! And not the crazy that means shunning society, wetting my pants, not listening to others. But more CreAtIve crazy, where we question our lives, quit our jobs that have no meaning, define who we are and not who society says we are.

Going "crazy for me meant throwing myself in the process of life and staying present to all the atrocities that human beings perpetrate upon each other, with my eyes wide open. I didn't need ever to watch a horror movie, because I got to watch the whole world "Fight". Whether over business, relationships, health care, cutting each other off, using each other to satisfy their own selfish needs. That was many moons ago, now I'm done trying to "fit in" and will be myself at all costs... That is me going crazy and being sane all at the same time.

Will the paragraph above help me to lift my "Depression", for me yes and if my new way of Life doesn't fit me then I will change it and not get stuck in one place. Always moving... When I get depressed I will keep trying to stay in the present moment and listening more to my body than my mind. Taking a nap in the afternoon, setting boundaries, cussing, staying up late or going to bed early depending on my mood. So I maybe depressed, but I will still live my life and that will be my ROCK!

#hiddenmeaning

Brett Drummond

"Escape Emotions To Live A More Full and Empty Existential Existence?"

I don't want to feel any emotion. Happiness is knocking on my door and all I want to do is numb

every part of my being to this feeling. I exist on every level except that of human emotion. It seems

as if Life drags me up and down, pulling me deeper and deeper into the pits of all human existence.

Maybe this is why I don't want to feel? Because my Life already mimics all the emotions that my

own humanity has to offer? Would this be twice the tidal wave of life coming at me, full force and

unrelenting? I also know that I have to deal with others emotions and maybe this is why I don't want

want to feel my own energy. Dealing with others negative vibes sometimes leaves me so vulnerable

and drained, that I might not notice that I am not paying attention to how I feel. Or maybe I just don't

want my Life to be real sometimes and not taking control over my feelings are way to shrug off

responsibility and escape from this world?  Or maybe I just need a break form all that I am and am

going to be? As wonder I wax and wane through all that this experience of my Humanity has to offer

Always wondering what adventural emotional adventure lurks around each corner. Drawing me into

the vortex that my existence sometimes feels like. Emotions are also my Lifeblood in this world as I

see it. Why is such an important part of Life, so sometimes hard for me to go through? Maybe

because this is the toughest boundary for me to cross, this path might also be the most rewarding, but

dare I cross into this wavy, blurred line of my purpose? And maybe I won't have a choice and will be

just dragged down over, out, skyhigh and twisted without any say so? I now know I know not and I

will just keep living, learning and loving... Until next time you poison passion of emotional life!

Brett "Live In" Drummond

Yep especially that last line


Brett "Living Life" Drummond

"Consciousness Knocking On My Door."

When your Consciousness comes calling will you answer?

It's not like it's the Grim Reaper who shows up, but maybe just a deeper desire to change.

If you don't answer will this messenger keep trying to penetrate your home?

Just think about this "idea" if you don't get this idea the first time, will this idea come back?

Some may believe this notion to be Karma and they may be right?

But I think this is more a series of events that once set in motion will NOT be ignored

Forgive me for waxing philosophical, but I am a poet by nature and this is what comes.

Well when I get a knock from my Consciousness, I listen, but don't always respond... Lol

This power that makes me aware is one I don't take lightly....

But I also don't trust this rocket that comes barreling at me full force!

Bringing with it awareness and also a truth that I might not be ready to "hear" yet?

Could it be that my Consciousness is not me and I am just playing a "game"?

Sometimes this power tells me a story, other times I feel as though I am punished.

Either way I cannot resist this "thing" that comes a calling.

I don't think Consciousness is Life, rather a lesson, that I am here to pay attention to here to learn.

So I may answer that knock whatever time a day it comes, but I don't always listen....


Brett "Aware" Drummond

It just didn't knock