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b Aug 2018
it should have been
41 degrees today.
the hottest day of summer.
i prepared.
i wore shorts to work.

it rained like
noah's flood.
i didnt see it coming
but i heard the rumbles
like drums from hell.

i wrote words for jane
and i never thought
id ever show her.

i read her two poems
and she liked the one
that wasnt about her
much more.

it should have been
41 degrees today.
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Sinking


Hit it harder, harder, harder!
Break that, smash that, hit that beat!
Punch it, kick it; make the drum shatter!
This is how the song begins.


When we are lost and in need of guidance,
Music reminds us of who we used to be.
When we are down or surrounded by our friends,
The music gives us a place to sink.


From the gutter to the stage;
Who am I to wish for that?
From the womb to the grave;
The meaning of life is an unknown quantity; an undiscovered track.


Off the rails we crash and burn,
Then we rise up from the dirt.
We find a way to change ourselves
And drag ourselves up from our empty bed;
My place of misery, without her.


Safety in numbers, love is our shield.
Words of a trust broken, never heal.
What are we to become if we have never even tried?
We are sinking deeper into our mind and we have nothing left to feel.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Cleo Feb 2018
time is blood
and blood is time
all the blood of my ancestors
flowing through my veins
why did i forget their song
the drums of life
lyrics of freedom
Nic Sutcliffe Feb 2018
Every night crawling
into bed beside you
Wrapping my arm around you
Drawing you closer
Into the perfect spoon
Our skin to skin one caress
Comforting one another as we fade into dream

every morning
Waking
before the alarm sounds
To the feel of your arm
Out-stretched & Searching
for me beside you
Finding me, finding you
the safety, the joy
The serenity of feeling Home
In our bubble

At the peak of the mushroom
free of anxiety, ego dissolved
A familiar peace abounds
Amid the chaos of the mind fray
Our souls dance
Together and free
Simultaneously lost and found
in your emerald gaze
Peering endlessly as
the periphery fades to blur
and all that exists is We
All is you and me
We are All

Feeling every molecule
of You
As we merge our physicality
The Gnosis in the mushroom
Illuminating the Archaic
Gnosis in our beings
Reigniting and fuelling our twin flame
the magnetic synergy of our Souls

Sharing time
Sharing space
In your intoxicating presence
In your nourishing embrace

Engaging in ceremony with you
Honouring spirit
Of the Earth, of ourselves
Casting intentions to the four winds
Through the cleansing of raging fire

Discovering the rhythm of personal expression
Under the full blood blue moon
Our spotlight on the stage of surrender
Hanging effortlessly in
the star-speckled Black of Night

Finding the circular beat
Of your two drum-heart-beats
Through the noise
of solo djembes on their own tangent
Desperate to find the momentum of song

Our trio in unison
Our drums in harmony and rhyme
Synchronised in time
A voiceless song of the divine

These and many more
moments you've given to me
We created the space and
seized the opportunity
I hold them in memory immemorial
And the feelings they inspired
Infused forever into my "me-ness"

I thank You
I miss You
I Love You

Forever my Moon
And one day my Sun
experiences that inspire to new heights.... life is fleeting and transient, make every moment count
Blake Dec 2017
My heart beats like a drum.

It only beats that way for you.

The steady beat thrums in my chest.

'*** *** *** ***'

If you are near it speeds up.

'BumBumBumBumBum'

When you are away it gets softer.

'***        ***       ***       ***'

I love the sound, oh how beautiful it is.

I hear yours too when my head is on your chest.

It speeds up when I smile at you.

Does it slow when I leave you?

Or does it stay the same, unbothered by the lack of my presence.

I need to know, if your drum reacts the same as mine.

Two drums beating in harmony.

Two drums beating in time.
Oculi Nov 2017
The bells of the cathedral we're standing in,
Seething hate, rage, everything horrid within.
The ritualistic percussion sounds off in my head
As I'm looking right ahead. At you. Right ahead.

You ******* despicable horror of a person.
Have you ever tried doing something nice?
Have you ever considered not being such an idiot?
You have the capacities of a teaspoon,
With the mental awareness of a tiny child,
You little stain of ***** on the couch of life.
You were never wanted and you were never loved.
You couldn't show me one thing that makes you worth it.
You can't prove anything to me, I know you.
You're disgusting, you're worth the hate.
You're nothing to me, you ******* maggot.
No wonder you get degraded and taken advantage of.
No wonder nobody wants you and they just use you.
Continue on your worthless existence, you ******* *****.

As I walk towards the gigantic door I came in...
I see him walk off towards the same door in another world.
Voicesinthewild Aug 2017
I can hear the drums in my sleep
I know that they are real
They are calling me to a strange place that seems so familiar
When I wake, they are gone and I wish to hear them again

The rhythm is in tune with my Soul
The drums of a Kingdom come
A place that I know for certain I am from
I call it "home"
As I write this, I'm not even thinking about a poem

Just calling out to my brothers and sisters who are coming with me
They'll know because they hear the drums too
The spiritual warriors are being called with

a shout,
a chant,
and a rumble

Let these words awaken your eyes
Let the Spirit pierce your Soul.  

One Spirit bears witness to itself
Ancient secrets to be revealed
Power given to few who have been tested

The Kingdom is near
The Kingdom is near

Listen to the Drums

With your spiritual ear.
Kee May 2017
my feet are pounding the ground
but it feels like im flying
my heart is beating like drums
but i can't feel it at all
all i know is that im a few steps away from freedom
can my feet take me there?
maybe i can leap to it
i can't fail
i need this
i need to be free
i want my own air in my lungs
no, not want
need
i need
i need to be free
in economics class
mr. gardner is talking too much
Essa Freedom Mar 2015
Listen closely
What do you hear?
Go to a room with complete silence
Just for a short time
Tell me
What do you hear?

I hear the beat
The beat of the drums
Constantly beating
Am I crazy?
What do you hear?
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