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"Drums
of Life" by Teebra Woods And
so another journey begins To
know of past adventures is a blessing Yet
not the only key For
new doors await They
possess locks unlike yesterday What
omen is it that speaks of rain On
the first step A
cold winter rain Chilling
even those who are more prepared than I The
skies are dark And
no birds sing Tomorrow
is on the other side of the mountain May
I reach the top of this illusion Can
my will bring me to the crest Indeed
is my cry Out
into the surrounding night So
I may forget that I walk And
the rain shall find someone else The
thunder will not deter me Though
I am cautious When
there is but one fork in the road The
choice is simple Ten
thousand forks Are
set before me A
maze of thorns A
jungle of questions Clouds
of confusion Fogs
of forgetfulness My
flashlight is dim Batteries
are only temporary Short
hope I
must learn to be guided by the light of the moon The
light of a star The
fullness of the day The
sounds of life Can
be the beacon This
mission is cold A
shiver runs down my spine Is
it that the mission is cold Or
perhaps I am cold while on this mission The
night air finds me alone And
bites at my ears I
think I hear someone A
far away friend But
alas they are but trees creaking In
the breeze I
always end up in the place where I was going Yet
I fear for the moment As
lightning strikes ten feet above my head Crashing
into a tree Sending
flaming branches down on me Bruising
cutting burning my flesh The
struggle to walk Is
a great one Losing
the will to do such things Far
greater My
eyes blurred from the pain My
body drifts into a dream A
land where tribal drums are played I
float across the skies Did
I die is
this a dream I
fly towards the drums They
start And
then stop I
lose the trail But
fly on The
drums return Louder Where
am I The
rain has stopped The
SUN climbs to the top of the sky In
a single instant And
stays there It
has a brilliance that reaches all creation So
the harps begin to sing There
is a circle Where
the trees have been cleared away A
fire dances in the middle I
slowly descend into the sacred grounds The
birds welcome me I
see drums Yet
no one here to play them I
hear strings being played And
no one there to hold them I
begin to sing The
words flow out of me Like
a mountain spring Fresh
and new Rolling
down with a gentle force I
jump up and begin to fly again Up
through the clouds Out
into space I
heard that space was cold Yet
the sun is felt so strongly And
there is a beautiful peace around In
fact the whole planet is at peace There
is no shouting No
anger No
hatred No
war I
fly to the moon And
stand on the surface I
see small Russian Flags And
walk on I
see the American flag It
has a robotic arm on it to make it flap For
there is no wind here I
see the footsteps of men And
ponder the dreams That
must have brought them here Where
do these dreams live now Are
they lost Or
perhaps they sleep for now I
can see a city A
beautiful dome Lights
that shine into the eternal night This
is a lovely place The
people smile with their eyes And
welcome me in We
have been waiting a long time They
tell me I
am called by name This
is but one of your homes I
am told Music
is softly played in the air I
am amazed by the warmth I
know that I cannot stay I
know that soon I must be going I
shall slip by in the middle of the night After
the celebration I
must have been shown this place for a reason But
it is not my time to stay She
is here I
felt it as I drew near the moon She
loves me And
always will I
was able to look into her eyes Her
smile touched my very soul Her
kiss out of this world I
leave in the dead of night I
fly back towards the earth I
can hear the tribe singing They
must have returned from the hunt I
fly down to the circle of trees The
dancers are chanting around the fire Twenty
drummers play with all of their essence I
cheer as I drop in from the heavens The
magic man points at me As
if he can see the city on the moon The
drums seem to fade out Everything
around me is in the background As
the magic man speaks A
language that I have never heard Nor
do I understand He
seems sure that I do indeed understand The
bass instruments start in A
low chant begins Slow
and mystic Flames
jump high into the night sky The
women join in the circle of sound They
repeat their words It
has a hypnotic melody I
wake onto the morning light Burnt
branches for a bed Only
remembering part of the dream Bit
here and there There
is a freshness around As
if the rain washed everything dirty clean I
journey on
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"The Yelling Pile" by Teebra Woods
Thoughts branch out crossing many paths as trees do in an ancient forest
Memory as gentle waves lightly splashing warm shorelines
Sight like that of green meadows in spring sun light
The air tastes fresh like a morning smile
Outstretched arms as if to touch heaven
Wrapped up in life bound to know
Must ye run without feeling
The words were never written
Merely dreams to be forgotten
Days that ran so long yet forever ending
What accounts for those lost times
Red letters
Hidden warnings
Thrown on the yelling pile
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by Teebra Woods
the
dance of the sleep is
not for I to keep but
to wander onto new plains squint
at the burning flames that
remind and revert change
and divert this
very soul out
of control can
not time be read and
realize that such dread can
weigh and
stray but
the strongest of you yet
clinging seemingly to only a few can
not the future be told only
cooper no gold ah
but rest is the journey such
a long walk from here
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“Fake
Art” by Teebra Woods bird flies
south into the
mouth of the
delta that flows up sand inside
of every cup clutching
with every last grip yet a
broken back from the slip walking
will never be the same cannot
complain one way ticket train the drain
clogged with poison and the
plumber is on lunch break
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