Desert child

I was born from the sand
and raised as a thorn
I drank in the sun
and worshipped the moon
The stars were my friends
and the snakes my enemies

The dusty dunes
like rivers flowed
across the dry rocks
burying them under time
casting only shadows
when the sun began to sink

And when the wind blew
I could hear the voices of my ancestors
calling my name
in-between the cries of the vultures
and the sting of the scorpion

With poison in my blood
and the scars of walking
on my feet
I lay down to rest
under the shade of the Baobab tree
and wait for the sand to take me home again.

© 2018 The Drummer Poet



The writing is on the wall
but I’m singing a song
with no words

The melody is ringing
with harmonies
eminating from
a burned soul

My heart is exposed
and beating in time
to a rhythm no-one knows,
that no-one understands

Stop looking
at me
Stop following
my path
Look away
for I am not beautiful

Leave me in solitude
Forgive my silence
Bear with my distractions
and do not look at my tears

I’m just a beast
with claws and fur
I have no fancy clothes
Or the eloquent parlance
of high society

Look away
for I am not beautiful.

© 2018 The Drummer Poet

Between heaven and hell

The smile and the eyes
they grew so big
I had forgotten about the beauty
I had packed the memories away
so deep
Oh, so deep away

Jumping into the swirling waters
of delirious beauty
and where time stands still
for as long as you want it to
You’ll find me there

Don’t hold the poet guilty
for his poems
Don’t fear the words of the writer
in his stories
Don’t run
when your heart beats out of your chest

Take one moment
and savour the beauty
Take one moment
and drift into memory
Take one moment
and breathe the world around you

It’s so beautiful
and terrifying
The peace in the madness
The structure in the chaos
The hollow of the heart

even though you cry
out in the open

Just be, even for a moment,
between heaven and hell.


I’m swimming in a million sunsets
and staring through an infinity of stars
I’m breathing in the memories
of forgotten pasts
and resting my head for a moment,
just a moment

Time stands still
and the clouds do not move
I look around
and listen for my heart

It’s in your eyes
where the truth lies
and nothing else matters anymore
I cannot go on if I am alone
and I hold out my hand
for you

They stare straight into my very soul,
your eyes, burning like a blade of unwavering determination
beset on claiming its prize
and stopping for no obstacle

Your gaze comforts me
embraces me
and holds me like the warm flame
burning its truth on my perception

But I know the pain
and the heartache
of moments lived and died
of friendships and family gone
and your eyes speak
no voice
they speak
so clearly
so beautifully
with peace and pain

It’s there, behind the gaze,
in your temple of solace,
where all of you hides
where the wonder of you resides
and resists the outside

Watching like a child
from behind her mother’s legs
as the shadows go by in strides

It’s there, within your gaze,
I am found.
I am safe.

Take it all in, oh keeper of my secrets
Breathe in the air around you
and gaze into my heart
Hold me in your eyes,
even if just for a moment,
and we shall be free.

© The Drummer Poet 2017

My race

Standing tall
I see the horizon
There you wait for me
My destiny

I run
but the horizon never changes
Sure, the sun will set
and the moon will rise
but the horizon

I’m standing tall
I see you, horizon
I know you wait for me
My destiny

I will run
I will run
I will run
I will run

if I never reach the horizon
I will leave earth
knowing I ran
and never stopped.
In that, I will take my peace,
I will take my rest,
I will take my satisfaction
and open my arms to the universe.

My destiny awaits
and perhaps, only in death
shall we
When I have finished
my race.

© The Drummer Poet