The other day, I met a man his employees called him Mr. Shake. In his business, his life did span, so it’s time for his retirement cake. Think of owning his life's work, in the past, I would never think. But now in mind, this notion does lurk, funny how life can throw a kink. … Continue reading Silly Sonnet: Brian Smith
Sleep slithers silently, stalking slumbered stories. Slowly, soft simple sounds support Sleep’s succession. So Self, since seduced, sanctions serene sequestration, subsequently sending sentient senses, secondary. Sleep’s search shortens significantly. Soon, subconscious stories summoned, satiate sleep’s set-up scheme.
Got my head in the clouds. There I am in no pain It surpasses the knife in my heart or the bullet in my brain. The hurt I feel in this earthly place is melted away when I am given this grace. With my head in the clouds there I stand to refrain. Got my … Continue reading Seasons 2: Brian Smith
Like trees, we grow. We begin small, and each day our life branches this way and that. Along the way, we gain the nutrients of knowledge and experiences. Combined with the right nurturing, a leaf of wisdom is achieved. Throughout one’s life, there are many branches with the possibility of an infinite number of wisdom-leaves. … Continue reading Trees of Wisdom: Brian Smith
When Fall comes calling, the leaves start falling, turning the trees into wood skeletons. Empty branches stretch skyward, as leaf-carpet coats my yard; the cycle of nature nears its end. Soon the snow will come blowing and ice crystals will be forming upon auto windshields for sure. The cold will freeze engine blocks; back lanes … Continue reading Seasons 5: Brian Smith