the drums, they roll

(imagine smoke-filled coffee shop with spoken word mic)



distant
feint
a wisp sound
the drums of old

gather
strength
beating the tune
none are deaf

onward
strong
drums beat
relentless rhythm

listen
learn
drums taught
we heard

this
that
drums beat
message heard

this
ours
the drums told
half of all

that
mine
the drums sang
for others

rage
blame
the song
of the drums

divide
manage
up beat them
down beat those

fear
fight
the relentless
drum song

you
hate
the synchronous
message sung

you
wrong
the beat
taught us

we
divided
the drums
they roll

That was well done...Makes me think of the struggles people have gone through to get to today. Does this make sense? Thats how I felt.

Dude!!! you're a poet.

very nicely done

Thanks.

After all the conversation about the fanatical divide, and a couple beers, it just came out.

I just had a Mai-tai and I am still confuse and lost, into the battlers of the righteous against the ones that wants to keep ignorance.

At the end I wonder how ignorant I may be after all.

Drums are part of my background heritage, SO, and so bongos and tambor.

I like the story and I can heard in my imagination the beat of those drums and the waves of the sea, I think I need to go home for a while.

And perhaps I think I just had to much Mai-tai with my dinner today.

Just goes to show alcohol isint all bad, sometimes its necessary to limber up the brain and let our inhibitions down just enought to write what we otherwise might feel odd about committing to paper. to ya SO, you should post this kind of stuff more frequently!

you should write more poems you rock at it i loved it