"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!

"Musings on Love"

I decided to Love, not because this magical experience is easy, noble or romantic, but because whatever Love is? Comes naturally to me. A way of living? Not for the faint of heart. Can Love be taught? I say yes! Might we have been deconditioned since birth to not feel, think and act with this intrinsic part of ourselves? Either because some don't want to live up to this high standard of human living, or that for some it is too painful to live this way? My muse on Love doesn't know all the answers and that's ok, but she knows the right right path to lead me down and this path in itself I believe has the answers I seek and will be bequeath to me all I need to know! Jewels that "shine' and "beat" and Words that "shimmer" and "touch. In life I think these gifts are much more important than money of this material world! And I'll leave you with this.... When there is Love involved there are NO RULES!

Brett In Real Life-- From the 💗

I know love is true, even if I WAS lied too...

'Erotic Nectar"

Erotic nectar

Just rolls off my tongue

Oh... Let's have some fun

Are your nipples hard?

If not just wait

Til I get a taste!

Goosebumps forming

And ya know

You can't help yourself

Even if you just think about that White Elephant

No thought can distract you

Only my delicate passionate touch

Can do that...

So listen closely

As I recite

In your ear

My dear

The most sensual words

That you have ever known

Not quite a Love Poem

Just a list of ways

That I will use

To seduce... You

And you want to know

What makes these words so special?

I'm going to make them

Come true

Just for you XXXXX

I learned about erotic from myself...

Brett "Honey" Drummond

"Numbers Passionate Lies"

Three's a crowd

Two's connected

And one's lonely

What gift each has!

Pushing my boundaries and longitudinal relationships

Am I the danced or the dance?

In pairs maybe both

That cryptic movement that spins

Also keeping me guessing on that BMD tip

There is where the "genius" of explosion occurs

But with people I'm not quit sure

I prefer maybe the terminology

That chaos effect thing

Butterfly's flappin and people gossiping

Is there no end to the chaos that is caused?

When one's two's and three's come together!

They say loose lips sink ships

Well what do lips that are latched together do?

CREATE FIRE?!

Which leads to passion

Well I say give me fire and passion anyday!

Maybe PDA'S are the CPA'S of our time

Brett "Not A Number" Drummond


Numbers a lie... yes and no... #keepyoureyespeeled

"Photographic Illusions"

Memories... Is that all I have of you?

Imprinted on my brain

Memories... Of our time rolling in the deep

Bittersweet and rocky road

Memories... Pulling me back into you

Some false some real, but never affected by time

Memories... Now and then fade away

Wanting more, but getting less

Memories... Keeping me warm on a cold day in my Imagination

Sparks igniting my passions!

Memories... Sent into space for all to view

My own projection of Love

Memories... Lost in my circuitry

Replaying Life and rewinding to the nectar

Memories... Having Fun!

Memories... Living Life!

Memories... Sing to me

I wonder what happens to my memories when I'm gone?

I know the answer to the "last line" Would you like to know that last song?

Brett "Recall" Drummond