Death

O Death, how aquatinted we have become.

How intertwined we have been.

How many people we find in common. One with another.

My first impression was to find you a most bitter and reviled enemy.

My first memories of you were fear and disgust, hatred and loathing of the deepest and most sincere kind.

Your overwhelming darkness, like a cold thick fog, black as the night sky enveloped my senses, my thoughts, my world.

Sorrow was all I had to give you, tears were all that I could spare.

Our relationship was always one sided.

You would simply steal away the light from my world regardless of age.

Rob me of future memories, taunt me with the unknown and ever-looming possibilities... of what could have been.

Irrespective of my situation or position. Disregarding all rhyme or reason, you would strike down those dear beloved family members and friends, changing my world making me start anew.

Though the older I have gotten, a most peculiar thing has happened.

My thoughts and feelings for you have changed oh so much, I ask myself if I am changing for the worse?

How is it my hate and loathing for you has dampened? Why is my outlook no longer the same?

I have realized you are as lonely and misunderstood as those loved ones that you rob.

You are not a hated enemy nor a threat at all. Simply a grand and noble part of God's plan.

A dear friend called to escort those dearest and most loved people of my life to the immortal worlds beyond.

It was never you who's darkness it was that I felt, or who's taunts I was assured were shot my way.

It was the earthly departing of my dear sweet family and friends.

The absence of their warmth and light. Their impact in my life that was now realized in their absence.

Illuminating the reality that I must now fill in their earthly void with the qualities and love that they had so carefully displayed to me.

O Death, how my love for you has grown.

How my sorrow has turned to thanks.

I only hope when my time is nigh, and it is me that you come calling for... We will embrace one another as old familiar friends.

That you might take me gently and peacefully to that great reunion that awaits me. Through the veil, to my long lost loved ones.

-Brett Smith (4/17/10)

copyright 2010

Change (Aug 2009)

Whenever we encounter... it always seems a big loss,

Whenever we meet... its never just a small toss.

More like a skip jump and a throw that takes my world for a spin,

A meeting that requires such an effort to grin.

Replacing all laughter happiness and glee,

with feelings of sadness and loss or melancholy.

Why must you always visit, when life begins to feel grand,

taking away, changing, like tides do to the sand. 

Never ready or prepared for that unpronounced time

When you enter my life for no reason or rhyme

Inevitable as it is, the adjustment always seems slow,

I cant remember a time where my emotions don't show.

Just apart of this life, one moment in time,

still I long for the past and those warm feelings sublime.

Onward and upward is the path I must climb,

for now it is impossible to turn back the time.

Change may rob me of the present here and now,

She can flip my life over until I cant see the ground.

Or throw me to the unknown  where I dont know where to start,

Throw me right through obstacles and rip me clean apart.

But my memories are mine each one deep warm and profound. 

Yes they are mine, all mine, tucked deep safe and sound.

-Brett Smith '09

copyright 2009