The drum is beating still
For now the setting sun
Will set the beating heart
Now that the race is run
Beyond the moving breeze
Beyond the dying light
The phantom thunder cries
The drum rolls in the night
The shadows in the dark reveal
The moonscape of the lawn
One feels the beat percussive
Pulsing – on and on
It beats a rhythmic message
In passages beneath
The granite stones that listen
To what it will bequeath
Of music it has harbored
Of songs it dwells upon
That sing we still into our cups
For those among us gone –
Behold the moving shadow, now
Behold the fading breath
Passing through the doorway
Beyond that final step –
And now what countenances
The thunder in the sky?
We hear it in the distance
But miss it with our eyes
We miss it in our living
A spirit unfulfilled
Forever in denial –
The drum is beating still
Dedicated to Bruck, Tiz and Neil ("The Professor") Peart -> Drummers all who left their mark, and are beating still within my heart.
Death Poems
Death, where is thy sting?
The way, the truth, and the life.
Jesus Christ, my Lord.
Step one, be tired.
Step two, focus on yourself.
Step three, cover up.
He died on the cross.
By faith, I choose to follow.
Life gained from his loss.
I did something, bad.
Pssst, can you keep a secret?
Hide from mom and dad.
Honor your parents.
So it says in the Bible.
Oh! What do they know!?
Ambulance... red... blue...
Lights flash at the neighbor's door.
Good friends, I once knew.
Pride, I hold so dear.
Loss of love is lost I choose.
Alone, and confused.
No sound, and no sight.
No touch, no smell, and no taste.
Aware, yet, alone.
I will choose, free will.
Fly by night, away from here.
Run! Cygnus X-1!
Gifts from God, visible!
In life, much for us to see!
Just open your eyes!
by Martin Braun
Neil Peart, was a drummer, a husband, a father, and an inspiration. His music, lyrics, and depth of understanding delivered with the gifts of God, brought together many minds and many tribes. The legend lives on. May he have everlasting life, through the Glory of Jesus Christ.
"Lovestruck"
Wonderstruck on this cheerful midnight,
I overheard the stars by luck.
Starstruck, I pluck the aroma,
An art of white spirituality.
Throw this bouquet off the riverbed,
Refuge this wonderstruck heart,
Sheath ourselves, shuck the peart.
Dumbstruck by this philosophy,
I fall dumbstruck back to sleep.
mark the one willing to explore...
a hero within our mist,
complete me
compete thee
the hour divides
Calm down..calm down
the turning of the tide
Halen, Hendrix & Page
broken windows mark your age
visible
creative rage...
frozen Tundra
late night number...,
look deeper
crunch of the familiar
lonesome tiger,
heaven in side her
walk to the meeting
in seek of a kingdom
treasure with your coat on
in use of the magic fog
Bronco to deliver
summertime hooker
catch you in a hurry
sprinkled to why should we worry
all the lights are dim
Neil Peart with drums going crazy
lay away in a bed of hay;
masturbation...with self deprivation
Hugh Heffner with Playboy just articles today
lonely teardrops fall silently through the aged loop holes
fish eye lenses
pretenses
all the worlds a stage
we are merely pretenders
triple entendre
RUSH to see
the Moving Pictures
cry as they go by
taken away
from tonight's
Limelight
~JSL