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Drums, a #poem
Just the boys in the band on this land, now
banging their drums one by one along the beat
twiddle dee their sticks fly up
crashing down upon the beat
Smacking me in the heart so deep yet again
a #poetry piece
called, a soul for a body:
Consuming the night, they circle
They’re stars, bright.
Shadows by the moon, circular light
Creatures, they roam
Blocked out of sight, their might
A son, not of the sun
Forever vain, and reaching for the
Continuum.
Language for these things
Seen. There’s a truth in your dreams,
That’s not able to be seen.
Lookin’ back at them days long gone,
Brain lacking the chemical response
To the fears of life
The truth is stranger than your worst
Dream. But there is beauty in the
Act of dreaming, it away.
They came in and threw the phone at the wall
Cry my tears
Who am I? Without a face at all.
Took a stab at the unknown
Came back scarred with that face, knowing all.
Was I changed? not at all.
Weather changed, felt it in my bones.
F****d around with forces that our eyes can’t see
Ain’t no darkness got a hold on me
Babe, I’ve been away,
Felt like ages, when you’re havin’
A blast, but it was only days.
https://tinyurl.com/1234advize
And it starts with a:
F**k how you’re living
Even if your life’s in order
All you know, we’ve told ya
What good is life, if you can’t
Or couldn’t live past its confines
Shouldn’t you try to escape the cell
Wouldn’t that be a real source of free–
Dumb.