Poetry

The Drum Beats — Tah-dum, Tah-dum

The ancient drum sounds through time and my heart fills with bliss

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The Drum Beats — Tah-dum, Tah-dum My feet move to the silent sounds of my ancestors calling reminding me of the essence of myself i dance, twist, tumble, jiggle and shake as the pulse of the drumbeat moves my hips from side to side a wildfire burns through me when I move, I awaken to my aliveness

The Drum Beats — Tah-dum, Tah-dum My heart is untethered to any flag, nation or political ideology what guides me instead is the call of the wild ways the earth reminds me of where I came from the winds blow me in the direction of my destiny the fire feeds the flames of passion in my heart the water carries my emotions through all I do

The Drum Beats — Tah-dum, Tah-dum Human laws do not interest me, they keep me bound natural laws is what I adhere to in them lies the only true taste of liberty the drumbeats the ancients played, still sing to my soul they pound through me from a forgotten time guiding the rhythm of my life still The only question that remains is how I will dance to the sacred tune.

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