The restless passion of a divine connection,
beating out sounds to a changing world.
Explore the deep poignant meaning 
of the drums call to the spirit world.
There is no rehearsed intent
There is no stumbling reverberation,
only a constant staccato beat of a playing drum.
Connecting to the universe , removing obstacles,
let the people of the past call to you from the echoing drum.
                        

Blue emptiness of an addled mind
I gather memories strained through a
rope sieve. 
There are no rose colored memories 
only crystal shards of broken glass.
I am stuck in the middle of a nightmare.
Casting nets  to hold on to dreams.
Rowing in a circle never altering the path.
Fishing in the worn out lake of reminiscences.
I shall row a different boat to a new trajectory
far from the neighborhood of sorrow.