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Banging my own drum -----------------------------(2002) Lawrence A. McFadden
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Dedicated to the Goddess of Ayahuasca
we have come to bang the drum the land trembles with dancers -r. robertson
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i was born a cadet for years in the giggling academies of my tears the ball of chaos and confusion the union of strife and life to make a difference to live life in an instant to be next to you and be a million miles away to slip through the hole in today and swallow eternity whole to explode to light the bowl of crushed souls to linger in the love the strength the might of life _________________________________
the greatest of all might the dream to be my life for life to be thankful for the sacrifice to strive to rise to soar to explore holy spirit of the night the light the twilight the feel of your divine presence your joyful blessings your life lessons your incredibly beautiful sight to wonder could i and to be shown i could to return from the threshold bold and bright spilling into the world of words the thrilling and delight my worth in life in the manifest of verse in honor of the spirits of earth _________________________________
the clouds are floating in from the sea feather lightly ghost people are chanting in the cornering winds of the prairie the mountains are still moving at will and all those with self imposed halos honoring greed gods creed is crippling earth's destiny great white feathered mother of red moon kiss me give me dignity help me carry the broken wings of sorrow wings of fate wings of strife wings of faith in earth's resurrection point me in the direction of heaven _________________________________
to crack the prose i can't let go of the vine rooted in my soul to lap the sap the crucial tap the threshold my way i am told in ways that cannot be told to know a knowing beyond the point of knowing to anoint with a showing somewhere between an hallucination and halloween the truth that is growing in the night a glowing i may not see the dawn or right every wrong but my work is not done till the wisdom has come i won't let go till the spirit of the earth unfolds i can't let go i know _________________________________
hexed winter sleeps next to me i am the frozen my soul turns crystal ice my heart a palace in the night halo of the moon beam of the dream the madness and grace and i melt someplace like a lake of snowflakes touched by the hand of god _________________________________
hush she is teaching my child inside to sing each breath an inspiration every step a dance the dreamscape truthfully said a soulful quake truthfully said the wake of serenity truthfully said the pulse of eternity truthfully said the treasure of insanity everybody wants to know how no one knows why to tremble with joy to fly to soar to roar with the drum the wisdom to come _________________________________
i am a poem of thunder rumble me with the light of the strike touch me with the rain of the clouds toss me with the crack of the sky open me _________________________________
there is a tiny universe in my mind through the threshold of the vine for all mankind there is a wildfire in my heart truth and passion a single spark i have the mark there is a volcano in my soul where the sorrow once flowed now solid gold there is a goddess in my life who takes away the strife queen of night there is a timeless kindness a saced bliss like the moment of forever on the lips of a kiss _________________________________
we suffer our attachments blood for the emotionally bled the meaning of the meaning the knockdown of the leaning the knockout of the learning going where there is no go knowing beyond the point of knowing where the won't is won in the heard of apostrophes to linger with the apostle in the crave of today the rave of wave after wave of love in what makes tomorrow today different from yesterday the healing of the healer the reaping of sheer words ideas of an abstract progression another lesson of the divine _________________________________
heaven sent whose to say words that chain link only fools why silence is both tool and weapon my only answer in my final grasp at last there is nothing wrong all is the way all is meant to be _________________________________
goddess you bless us i cannot erase the taste of your ecstacy from the face of my soul my how i've grown a blossom of joy a leaf of peace a sprout of the vine of the divine i catch myself dreaming all day in the playful tug-of-war of words between me and the other world between me and you to shear clear through what a beautiful view i feel you _________________________________
call me the biggest fool of all i fear i have no fear i think i have wings i think i can sing didn't take a mountain only took a hill and a pill i am in total control i can prove i'm crazier than you i am told what to say i am shown the way follow me cause you too are a fool in the truth of giggles in the spit of the lie the sacred twist the tool of the fool two real eyes there is no greater obstacle than "i"
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