Brian D. Smiley

With a love for the written word

Communications

Citizen Journalism

Public Relations

Social Media

Medical Information

Patient Advocacy

Educational Materials

Customer Service

Information Management

Grant Writing

Internet Assisted Research

Voiceover

Creative

Dance and Music Research

Poetry and Lyrics

Poetry

Mystery

Mystery abounds

And hides and seeks

Where the mist hides the beach

Where sight fails

Imagination wails

Calling forth what should be

As one gets closer to truth

Surprise hits home

With both delight and insight

We strut about like peacocks

Before the storm

Our swords and secrets

Slashing at the wind

Kept jewelled feathers hidden within

Education, in a life of loving what is

Wanting to realize the secrets above

Below we dwell in dark holes

Of warm mystery and diaphanous walls

Safe in the bliss

Mother nature’s kiss

Billowing clouds mark the change

Blue sky beach is rearranged

Stormy waves make their way in

Love is still beautiful

Compassion a light in darkness within

Helping us stay strong through emotional weather

Leaving the Nest

The vortex

The comforting rest

Escaping entropy

The second law doesn’t apply to me

To The road I confide

In the wayside

At the park n’ ride

Quite alone back at the old “home”

So might as well roam

Squeeze my souls

And haunts of old

Do raise a toast

To what we love most

Making art from

Coast to coast

And wriggling my toes

In warm sand and thick snows

Across the US

Canada east to west

Down to Mexico I must go

All the way to Patagonia?

Landing where?

Doing what?

Noting notes

Carrying totes

Casting votes

Imagining hopes

Attention feeds intention

Behind the hum of the engine

In my dream to be free

In this time of uncertainty

Teaching, learning

Moving, burning

Sitting silently

watching the grass grow

Electric Coconuts

Beach breezes stir coco fronds

Their sound is electric

And rightly so

For everything has electrons

And sound can only mimic

The underlying form of these particles

Not too far away, rotting flotsam of both man and animal

Reminds bathers of lands end

Of our own impending demise

The tide plays

With lurching waves

And sunbathers move their stations

In slow rhythms that only ravens and eagles see from above

Orchestrating their day

And punctuating with crescendos

The floods of sunset beachcombers

The scents of the sea and sand

Invites the taste of slow breezes

The descending light draws both humans, dogs and cows to shoreline

A respite from heated roadways

So much information waiting for patient tourists like me

Yet information isn’t knowledge isn’t wisdom

That only comes with time and the willingness to connect dots and to be surprised

Hopeful that others who hold desires to connect the world

Take the time to visit beaches and play ukuleles to curious locals

Hopeful that the somatic posturing of consumerism

Doesn’t atrophy empathy or communication

And no one is settled too tightly to their stations

That incoming waves rip away their bags and flip flops

Only to leave them with a long walk in their skivvies, uncertain of societies’ offerings

Outrageous, the sounds of murder

In the fields at night

Dogs howl

No one flinches

An owl shifts in flight

Creature comforts that drain spark

Are often forgotten

Then Unexpected peace

When the wind sifts through tall grass

Never silent, but still churning

In the underbrush

Across the glade, do you ever fully cease?

Laughing water condensed at a distance

Still cleansing involuntarily

Witness Polarity jumping about through forces

As cold air cracks the sleeper awake

Testify if moved, move if not

in it’s sudden embrace and it’s fall from great heights

Air quickens this journey

As stone stares back at the sky Still, defiant of coming rain and warm from the day

Warm plasma returns it’s mineral wealth to the earth

And still no one flinches

Set in perfect heaven or hell, ending or beginnings, near or far,

Travellers know all these things in time but choose at every crossroad until unwitting destiny

Never waiting, always seeking involuntarily the end downstream with water inside and beside us

And air rushing around

This soothes and comforts knowing all share one fate and then knowing why we burn brightly seeing beauty and want, for shadows grip the unknown secrets of time immemorial and your face can illuminate the path ahead

Friday Birds

We come and go

And let flow

With the waves at our toes

Sizzling swirling sand and sea

Can take all my cares away from me

How to get back here to the flow

With stillness in motion

It’s all that we know

Now is the moment

With warm air lifting

The cool shade welcomes our

Hot skin blistering

Yet, still in the moment

Like the birds pecking sand

Dabbing their beaks for food on demand

With no notice beyond what can snatch them up

Immediate surroundings survival

All they survey

But thinking of their next meal

And where they should next stray

Pockets full of change

Casting spells to empty wells

Begging for a drop of life

I’ve dropped all pursuits

To peer briefly into the light

Focused laser attention swells

Wide-casting nets for insight

Hollowing out spaces within

For little bits of wisdom again

No net gain or appreciation

Parts of body feel dumb and in detention

Plastic thoughts thrown and strewn about

Litter of the empty streets

After the massacre of ideas

Confetti shredded never dropped

Ticker-tape all wrapped up in fears

Prefer to just imagine the parade

What could be with no real action

Ghostly floats and marching bands

Greyed out wistful apparitions

No sweat or staccato on pavement

No real Cotton Candy

Applause is out for the count

Bruised by the vocal minority

And no longer sought or mentioned

As reward or recognition

Adopting trends no longer in fashion

Function over form here

Banishing apocalyptic cyphers

To sit in the back of my brain bus

Filling their former seats with hopeful prayers

Neural trees shrinking

Shouts drowning drivel and rowdy bears with togas

Bullies with MAGA megaphones and misunderstandings march in protest

Where are all the Popup blockers,

synaptic talkers, selling upstream

Virus detection schemes

Contentment purposefully ported over

For novel, yet fleeting and deteriorated pills to swallow

Until I stand up on my feet again

With pockets full of change

The Moment

So excited within

I could jump out of my skin

With a Cheshire grin

This isn’t starting over

It’s a new direction

One that was beneath my detection

But that is stimulating my connections

And synthesizing acoustic waves

Into real and important ways

Chaos

Earthquakes come when least expected

Shifting sands roil beneath our feet

Usually moving too fast to notice

Then a major shift of hold-release

If blessings come from positive thoughts

Do you see the light through the cracks?

If we can make lemonade from lemons

Do you know the recipe from scratch?

A rolling stone gathers no moss

It’s always adding layers of gloss

and shedding it’s rough edges

All chairs rearrange when finding where the edge is

Pressure is the catalyst

Stress the engine

Subsistence for workers

An endless resistance

One door shuts, ten more open

Which one to walk through today?

Forks in road after forks in road

Find us all on our unique way

While I don’t know what is in store

What is waiting on the other side of change

I can only hope, for without hope, we’re doomed to repeat yet again

And have already lost our way

Positive reflections in change of directions come when we least envision

Shaken to the core,

know I need more

and am capable like chameleons

To know I am loved and can love In return is what often holds my insides in

Beyond right or wrong in a field of fruition

Working for love and not money as convenience

For what we believe in

What we desire and choose

In the heart flames of spiral lightning fire

No land shift or sea change can ever dismay

Even when it kills me some more

The next page,

the next book, the next “final cut” to not end on the cutting floor

To not repeat failure evermore

The glossed-over chapter, a return of tomorrow

Where history rhymes not repeats

So many moments for inner reflection coming

So much time to taste so sweet

To find what the yogis call peace

So much time to wander directions

Will it be

With someone like me, who likes to go wide but rarely too deep?

For attachment leads to suffering

And transitions are only buffering

Someone translate this questioning

The song underneath always soothing

With someone like me

who avoids feeling pain

And helps others to do the same

Earthschool and Earthquakes will teach you to deepen,

to take moments to feel in

Never loosing the lesson

Flipping the switch

Preparing the purpose

Finding a balance on sticks

Help me to feel just a little bit more with your geometric perception

Thrown down for good fortunes

And the best of intentions

As opportunity meets preparations

I don’t pretend to know what is best for others and for me I only guess

Education is key and knowing half the battle

But logic can’t solve every problem ahead

The heart space rises to meet in the middle

In stillness after quakes, floods and trials

In motion, always moving, never slowing,

the sun always seems to rise, somewhere in the spiral and

pulsing rhythm of our body

We realize

Heartbeat

Breathe deep

Keeping me

Hanging on

Slow tick

Love sick

Baby trip

Soon free

Hang tight

Moonlight

Time short

Short breath

Breath hot

Hot trot

Escapes

Cool dip

Long walk

Sweetgrass

There and back

Redwoods

Barn doors

Hawk wing

Birds sing

Lockjaw

Rusty nail

Southpaw

Check’s in the mail

Redwood

High beams

Sapling

Day dreams

Slam dunk

Dumpster funk

Booty trunk

Drank crunk

Shades of Blue

Scents of spice

Summer nights

Hearts alight

Deep breath

Hugs best

Can’t see

to be or

Not to be?

Days pass

Feeling lasts

Memories fade

Stories Change

Questioning

Bending knee

Bowing down

Touch the ground

Dry creek

Tree clear

UFO’s

Summer Breeze

Ready for

Long ride

Far away

Deep inside

Bombay

Lovers on the side of the busy road

Stealing kisses where they can’t be told no

Friendly people in the heat

Others searching for where to sleep

Shanty towns and skyscrapers

Fancy hotels and heartbreakers

Modern museums with stunning art

Historical venues, placid parks

Dogs and humans, rats and cats

All fed for the night next to bamboo racks

Old forts, new hotels

Ancient temples and church bells

Clock tower strikes

Crows fly like kites

In crowded halls no private space

On busy ferries, curiosity reigns

Some don’t see past their own agenda

Trying to survive, pandemic vendors

Opening up after shutting down

Life goes on with a sadder song

Hope in childrens’ eyes so bright

Family religion shows them light

To break away means casting off

To chart a course where all is lost

Only to be found anew

The world is fresh and exciting too

The old mumble, eat and sleep

The young can’t wait to meet

Like lovers on the side of the road

Kissing where they can’t be told no

This Little Heart of Mine

I still feel

I am alive

Am older now

Little wise

Feeling out

Lost and found

Once was tone

Now profound

Something stirring

Deep inside

Bump against it

Cannot hide

Solitude is nice

From time to time

I miss the reflection

The bodies unwind

Now I am centered

The threshold remains

To cross over

To joyful refrains

To a life of love

A positive force

No turning back

From eventual course

I’ve done the ground work

Now a new leaf

Turning over brings relief

What I think

I know about love

It’s a two way street

Mutual evolve

Lyrics

Behold The Edge

No More Pure Red White Or Blue

Just Whats good for me and you

All The Colors into one

and i wonder when we'll all become the sum

Of the parts we're living in

can you see a new beginning?

You were surrendered to the cause

Don’t trust don't change don't ever pause

it was so easy to see yourself with them

as One of many who wanted more than they give

Can you see a new beginning?

There's no more pure red white or blue

Just whats good for me and you

there was something more left to learn

Don't identify it always burns

We had to keep dancing until the dawn

To keep on moving with these songs

But i wonder in the cold

Did i dive deep enough to berhold?

Well you hope for something more

as you walk out the door

All the colors into one

Beautiful Skin Just like the sun

With Little hairs standing one by one

I'll meet you there we'll have some fun

No more pure red white or blue

Just what’s good for me and you

All the colors into one

And I wonder when we’ll all become the sum

Of the parts we’re living in

Can you see a new beginning?

Whenever You Roam

Well you carry these songs

No matter where you are’ you can’t go wrong you travelled this far

Break out a map to see where we are and where we’re going to

There’s really one thing left to do

To find the love inside of you

Cuz you’re never you alone

Whenever you roam

When your heart is your home

You’re never alone whenever you roam

All these people and places you keep

They hold the light that’s underneath

And the light of a thousand stars lights our way home

I’ve been out on that highway in the dead of night

A rain coming down cannot see the light

But in the darkness, there’s a gentle glow of a city

In the distance

When the fog lifts

Reminding me I am not alone in this abyss

From inside our hearts, electric sparks

Lighting the way home

 You stoke the flame of the fire

You let is burn ever higher

But in the valley it grows cold

So you go south as was foretold

Like a graceful snowbird

We’ll light the way home

It Is What You Make It (Sometimes)

Take it for what this is

In this moment when the music hits

You have it all now

Just for you

But like anything, It’s what you make it

It’s what you make, It’s up to you, up to you

The pen, the sword, an almighty lord

I don’t know in this instant

“Here I am, Atman”

I am cool, calm, collected

Chillin’, breathin’, thinkin’

Where’s my people, Where you been?

As we head out into this distance

Into this instance

They taught us how to speak

And this guides us all

I think we can agree

Our body’s a temple

We so often ignore

I might do it right now, if you had a little more

Symbiotic journey, that keeps us afloat

It gets you to vote

But waking up means different things to different folks

In different places, with different faces

Here you are now, walking by

In your lifetime, in your meanwhile

Or your Nirvana, your samsara

Are you now like Harry Houdini, Or a prisoner who never escapes

Learning to conform the system

In so deep

Your time and energy combine

Yet wages are stolen for investors

This rock we stand upon, each and everyone

Well there’s no difference

Climb upon your hands stretched out

Working for your subsistence

Now you see what it means what it means to truly be free

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Playa Song

Sitting down and looking out

Things are clear, without doubt

The dust is settling down

It falls so softly to the ground

There’s beauty in that grain of dust

There’s so much more in each of us

If we ever find our way

We might know with what we do today

Where I’m free to roam

This place that I call home

There’s magic uncompressing here

We stay strong year to year

Sometimes things get confusing

But I was told to keep on moving

We made it back from the unknown

looked past the fear that others know

I haven’t moved much physically

but in tother realms I’ve crossed a sea

I must let go of all the things that have

twisted up and bound my dreams

If I let this seep into my spirit

Will I be in time to hear it?

The world might think we’ve let her go

Will there be a time that she will know?

We only live here for a while

So I get up and walk a mile

I’m not going to waste this precious day

thinking of great things to say

All of the elements are in their place

Freedom In Our Speech

How did I get here?

How did I wake with the sun shining on my face?

Where am I going

What just happened?

Well, I’m breathing

I am

Throwing stones into the ocean

One by one right over again

Woke up feeling fine

But how did I get here this time?

I’m still figuring it out

Wasn’t sure where I landed

Throwing stones at glass ceilings

I’m breathing

At least it’s something

They gave us when we got here

Oh, they left

Now not sure if breathing’s ok

At least there’s true freedom in our speech

It’s never out of reach

How did we get here this time?

Woke up feeling fine, never out of line

And we’re still figuring it out, we’re still figuring it out

(Just not sure where we landed)

I woke up feeling fine

Wasn’t like the last time

With Mother Nature carrying me for a while

Each one of us from her womb

None to soon, like a soul in bloom

Learning to manifest this consciousness

Find our niche

I’m breathing

At least I’m singing

At least I feel

As I’m figuring it out

Wasn’t sure where I landed

Throwing stone into the ocean trying to build a bridge

At least there’s freedom in our speech

It’s never out of reach

I am

I’m breathing

Stewardship

We walk many paths in our lives

And I see the sunshine in your eyes

And we may run from that storm in the sky

But we’re safe now as we watch it go by

And It’s alright to let yourself breathe again

And it’s alright if you’ve got to believe in something

Or anything at all

We walk many paths in our lives

And you and mea we’re one for all time

And there is no separating from within

And you me got to get through the pain

And it’s alright to let yourself breathe again

And it’s alright if you’ve got to believe in something before you fall

We walk many paths in our lives

It’s alright yeah yeah yeah

Anything, anything at all

We walk many paths in our lives

And you and me, we’re one, I can see it in your eyes

Oh, the light, it shines

In the kindness of your ways

Cuts right through the haze

Lifts me up for days

This I want to say

It’s alright, it’s alright

We walk many paths in our lives

And you and me we are one for all time

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