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Drummer
Drummer Listening to the drum beat Reflections of the heart Warm, resonating, deep I feel my heart pounding to the rhythm of your heart Rising above me Your eyes and mine the Universe does not exist Only this pinpoint moment This pause, this breath This gasp... join me Soul mixed with soul The drum remembers Your heart against mine Beating, beating.... -DSK 8/3/2015 O, Teach me to play, my fine mad drummer! Teach me to play, my love! Lift up mine heart and break it again as ye pound the sticks upon the skin -DSK 8/3/2015 I hope these aren't too dumb LOL... Now that I've read them a few dozen times... My heart is done breaking and laughing and soaring and longing after my own words. Now the artistic self doubt creeps in. So play the fife lowly and play the drums slowly (I now have The Streets of Laredo - Michael Martin Murphy in my head) |
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Now that I think on it, it does look like a really chubby drumstick. I can't imagine a slow beat if you used it to play
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Good job!! WITHOUT PASSION LIFE IS NOTHING
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Hit me with your rhythm stick? * Nice poem, I like the second part. Playing my drum from inside I can feel yours, your rhythm Flapping your heart wings so fast ... A drum, a drum - DSK doth come (Third witch) Giacomo on my shame maniac journey Chevalier de Seingalt Mehr * More: in meinem - in my Blog and my group Casanovas Separee -Privat Chat PRIVATE POSTBOX* Giacomo Casanova in a Nutshell* Giacomo Casanova auf die Schnelle
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8/8/2015 9:48 am |
Not dumb at all, Sweetie, they are the words that came from your heart, so how can they be dumb? Dennis (Idahonuke) To read about myongoing adventures and journey into the lifestyle: [blog Idahonuke]
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