Broken People

Skin and bones
Heart and soul
Quiet whispers
and silent cries
Echoes of hopes
and wisps of dreams
convoluted in a smattering of smiles

We’re holding on
to each other
We’re holding on
to ourselves

Floating through paradise
never setting foot
on its shores
Sinking through reality
and crawling
through the fallen dreams of others

We’re broken people
looking in the dark,
for a spark
a splinter of light
through the black and white
desperately seeking what’s between wrong and right

We’re broken people
trying to be free
or free ourselves
to be free from ourselves
but we’re never free

Many hands, many voices,
many eyes, many choices
A sinkhole of love
is the only place
we find each other

Broken people
never to be seen
for the masks we wear
help us mingle between
the darkness and the light

Our rattling cages
bungling through the crowds
Eyes seeking out eyes
Hands seeking out hands
Feet seeking a path
Our brokenness our song
Our tears dry for so long

We’re broken people
reaching out to feel
If only we’d let our hearts
and our brokenness begin to heal.

© 2018 The Drummer Poet


Deep Down

Morbidity forbades me speak
for with fear and wretched truths I reek
Relentlessly pursuing golden dreams
where shadows flee the light that streams

Glancing back with bitter glee
and drinking wine to forego
I stand on the divide of man and soul
and wish away all that I know

It’s darkest ‘fore the dawn,
they say
Then where’s the light borne?
I pray
’cause darkness knows no bounds
Where light is, the shadow sounds

There is only dark because of the light
And only pain because of the fight

Destiny remains destiny
and shall never be found
until I’m laid to rest with thee
deep down,
deep down in the ground.

© The Drummer Poet

The Silent Cage

It’s the switch in me
that I cannot find
The switch that drives
from sane to mad

I’m tired
living this way

Instant insane
It’s no game
I’m playing

I’m praying to stone walls
and stained glass windows
but the sound does not travel
through this prison

I see their eyes of fear
for they do not know me
How can you know a man
who does not know himself?

Though the wood splinters,
it’s my heart that breaks the most
I cry inside
for my tears have dried on the outside

Oh God, should you not show,
forgive me if I go.

© The Drummer Poet

Glittered Happiness

I stood in the sunlight
and threw up all my memories into the sky
Each one, like little pieces of glitter, reflected
as they flew about
shimmering and flickering,
dancing in the breeze about me

In each small glimmer
was a tear, or a smile
a regret, or a hope
a life, a past, a future

And as shards flew about
in a random swarm of nostalgia,
pieces gathered themselves
and began to stick to me
Each piece of perfect history
unbroken and unsealed
lay itself down upon my skin
Binding itself against me
to be bound to me for eternity

I stood with my arms
and turned and smiled,
and revelled,
while covered
in glittered happiness.

© The Drummer Poet


Connected — Disconnected — Protected — Ejected — Confusion — Delusion — Intrusion — Suffusion

Regret — I let
the past — is fast
and holds — and moulds
the present future

Progress — regress — and
minutes go by
while I count hours
the powers
that be
don’t see
it’s me

I’m wired — I’m tired
I’m wired — all wrong
I’m wired — so tired
not right
all along

© The Drummer Poet