These Tribal Drums! ... Poem by R.H. Peppers

hot damn PH fam im on one!

..can't help myself..

..words fill my head with sounds of rhythm
so much at times i feel the beat move through my very existence

.....wondering if i am alone listening to the tribal drums? .....

..Great Granddaddy Chief Bird Moss
must have toked his peace pipe many a night
asking of Spirits that at least one in his bloodline..
while trapped in dark may see enough light to spread wings and take flight..

..would help explain the many times i zone out. out. out...

viewing life through some type of scope other than my own
Spirits of truth speak in volumes from my tongue..
would love to take credit..
but the Lord uses who and when He wants..

truly wish i could adhere to His directions with my whole heart..
accept the fact that i am the Blessed..
..and resist misbehaving for all the things i want..
got my health.. loving wife and kids..
..yet feel i am worth a hundred times more than what i got going on here..

...when i am alone still feeling the beat of the tribal drum...

wishing i knew what was next to come..
..yet knowing how rude it is to ask...

for others comfort i wear a friendly mask
sport a gentle smile
speak words of common truth
play dumb even when i have a lock on what is true..

even to feel genius some places..
there are so many more treasured spots i simply have not a clue..

okay.. okay.. im done..
..those who know me know this story runs on..

...or maybe i am in this little dream world of mine all alone..
.............entertained by these Tribal drums...