Sometimes there are words on blank pages, If you look closely enough. Sometimes there is music in the silence, If you listen closely enough. But it all comes down to if you see it, The spaces between the letters, The messages in my whispers, Or my cunning subtlety that screams in your face. Sometimes my eyes recite poetry, But you’d have to look into them to know. Sometimes there are prayers in my blank stares, And sometimes my silence is a drum.
. Sand sun sea and sky The wind in your face As the day goes by Sun sand sky and sea The warmth of the love That you give to me Sea sky sand and sun The glow of your skin And the sound of a drum Sky sea sun and sand Is the beat of my heart As I take your hand.
The head is the drum of our band! Our instrument, through which we see, speak, hear, smell and feel! We use our "head-drum" as a musician uses their drum....to tell tales...and, the older the drum, the more stretched the parchment...the better the story!
When I look into your eyes I see the jungle When I watch you go mad I fear for my life When I see you fall in love I’m inspired
Don’t come near me You’re going to catch me up In your whirlwind fury I’m afraid I’m afraid
Do you hear the drum beat? Drums of war I hit the floor And I’m afraid
This is a poem about when I was two years old and I went into a candy store and bought a rock candy sucker but it fell in the dirt and we were miles away and I never did get another one so here we are.