"Win, Lose Or Draw A Distraction"

All these games we play

Is this a roll of the dice?

Me or you?

I guess our disparities could be

An addiction

The play of sway

That you and I both "hold"

Over under and around each other

I need to win

And some may say I lack couth

But if we're both playing the same game

Then a draw isn't possible I know!

At all or even up 

So keep your "cards" close to your "vest"

And I'll keep trying to read 

You're FULL house on you're lighted lips!

Before either of our FULL house's 

COLLAPE!

Under the weight of our "state"

And either of us should "WIN"

Then the other will have to lose

So pretty please

Don't confuse

This coniferous of complexity

That awaits in the end

Which is just a beginning

Of our game

So dare you roll the dice?

And YELL yahtzee, domino or GO FISH!

Brett "Triumph" Drummond

I never roll the dice

"The Coursing of Life's Waves"

Coursing through my veins is a beat!

Pushing me to new heights!

I live and die with this pulse

Twisting and turning I fight then surrender

Some may say Life is learning how to "ride the waves"

I disagree! I am the fucking wave!

Riding the floors of the ocean

I open up to the possibility of that pulse

Which lets me electrify the Shadow of my Life

Setting in motion my Charismatic Muse

Who... When she feels better blue

Opens up and force feeds me my lines

Never saying more than hi to my eye

I cope with this infectious surge by practicing my craft

Or is this gnawing the prose that consumes me?

A world unto itself myself?

Chemicals course through my veins

Is this what is driving ME insane?

A Euphoria and Celebration of Life

That is magnetic to my emotional grasp of my reality

As I wander this magnetic Journey

I question and strive

To learn how to drive

This Space-Time Spectrum

To my Destination

On the Continuum

Of ALL that I am

And

Ever will BE!

Brett "Vein" Drummond

See my middle name y'all

Stars Speak and I Journey

Stars Stars speak to me
Talk to to me like you do the sailors at sea
I will listen to thy Universal Wisdom
And know that you're life and mine, is a nebula of this time
Since I am made up of Stardust
We must be kin folk form the same Cosmic Sea
I drift in my thoughts up into your heaven of sparkles
WE "both" shine so bright
So as Above, so Below.
Stars... You are my mistletoe
I kiss you in my mind and sometimes I feel as though I am "blind"
You're shiny perfection lets me NOT see my own imperfections
Which for me makes me want to cry
But I try... and not for not will not make me "sea"
We are Mirrors and Reactivity that form The Universal Flow
And our Earth's undertow
A torrent of raging Stardust ANGER!
Seeking a way to become whole on this blue-green planet
And NOT just fragmented particles
Searching for a new home after their violent explosions
And Black Hole deaths
Our Communication is light
That brightens the dark side of our own violent nature
Whenever a Star twinkles at me
I TWINKLE back!
For I know "the signal" that is being sent to Me
Is a message from the heavens
And when I dechiper this message of...
Hope, Light, Dark, Dust and Binary
Then MY world will open
And I will be Stardust as well....

Brett "Incandescent" Drummond

Guess where I've been.... Oh yeah...

"U.S. Reality "Mic" Check"

WHAT THE FUCK! How many wars are we going to FIGHT!? WE HAVE "boots on the ground" in
sooo many countries I can't even count! I mean we keep getting attacked,  I think maybe we should look at our own "actions". Are these "attacks" unprovoked, or as I think, we have pissed off a lot of others, maybe we as a country might need to take a look at our own "actions". Or should I say that we bully others into submission.

But enough with that, lets talk about our "president". I'm not a Democrat or a Republican, but I can't believe we have a "Reality TV Star" in the oval office... and a bad one at that. If you really want to know why I have animosity towards that man? It's the manner in which he treats People that makes me see who I think he really is. Whether MOCKING a disabled reporter or grabbing women by the Pussy. How about you come over here and and try and grab my crotch mr. president? Well... I BITE back and I might just grab you by you're pussy and tell you YOU'RE  FIRED.

And how about The Opioid Epidemic. I mean I don't know ALL of the Root Causes, but I sure think one of those is all the pain killing drugs that most doctors have just passed out at will. Oxycodone, Percocet and Vicodin just to name a few. ALL brought to us by "our friends" BIG PHARMA. I mean they say "one magic pill" is all you need and PRESTO, ABRACADABRA life is good! Well... maybe not? So now we just don't have to deal with those "pesky" side effects, but we also have this nasty epidemic, that is leading to more hard drug abuse and addiction, thanks BIG PHARMA! I feel much better taking your "magic pills".  And it's not as if you gave financial kickbacks to doctors for prescribing, oh wait I should have said PUSHING you're pain killing medication, Right?

But I digress, let me talk about some of the "positive aspects" of our country.

How about our NATIONAL DEBT? 20 TRILLION and counting.

Brett Drummond

I guess I saw this a little early and "adjusted"

"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...