My heart’s rhythm is in sync with the percussion melody of African drums . . .
With each sound produced,
Expression’s pressure becomes greater but . . .
When it fades,
My heart beats again to keep creativity’s blood going and flowing . . .
So it may journey to the crevice of every soul.
My ebony heart pumps red passion throughout my body;
Transforming dormancy into activity.
My ebony heart . . .
My ebony heart . . .

: E : N : T : E : R :

This website utilizes in-line frames so make sure that your browser is equipped to view this type of layout.
This site is best viewed in 1024X768 resolution and can be viewed no lower than 800x600.

Bedlam262@yahoo.com
9/16/2002