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!