Hollow Drums
By Halocination
In the distance echoing drums that earthquake me to move. In the halls of the mountain king is where I take my stand. From here is where I listen. I listen to drums that make the souls around me sway like fields of wheat as they are fertilized with my rhythms. They stare blankly, mouths open wide. I am the drum that beatz to make you move. Skin stretched tightly to resound the commotion within. Skin stretched tightly stained with sweat from the brow of the one who stands over me with bleeding palms still beating drums. And as teachers teach and drummers play there are still those that hear the rhythm, but can't help but sway. Sway to the sounds of countless things, sway to the songs that my mother sings, sounds of waves crashing, and winds fluting through branches of leaves. You see these things are proof to me that the sounds of the drums are the words of Him. Him who placed my mother earth on her axis. Who placed the trees and the wind that whistles through their leaves. The same one that placed every grain of wheat in the fields. So sway and listen to the sounds of the drums. Copyright ©2001 AllisterSo what do you think? Written June 5th, 2001 © on Sep 19 2001 02:24 AM PST 17 • 0 • 13
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