Pondering With Brady L.B.

For those who can't tell Air passing through intestines smell. Regardless of how it starts To bring swift death through silent darts. ©2014 Brady L.B.

Just have to do it Or you will not get it Before you run out of money for it. ©2014 Brady L.B.

Here I sit pondering What could the day be laundering I might be happy Or the day could be sappy. The day could be filled with adventures Or it could be filled with dentures. One thing is for sure I will not know unless I endure. ©2014 Brady L.B.

Going to hold Long items too bold Unable to stop Errors of drop ©2014 Brady L.B.

Loved by all abound In all lands around Given by a large ball of gas Have all come to pass To enjoy this thing without mass. ©2014 Brady L.B.

Bringing little to the tables And doing little fables. Doing nothing more then Possibly signing louder Off what others say Even if it were not a flounder. Most would walk away. ©2014 Brady L.B.

How to begin If I wait is it a sin? There is so many choices Should I listen to the voices? Here I sit before my indecision Without additional vision. How can I choose, When I can loose? I must make a decision In this aisle With so much food clouding my vision As if I stuck on a deserted isle. ©2014 Brady L.B.

I must go faster So that I am the master Of those around me I must let them be. If I slow down I will not get the crown That goes to the best And not the rest. As I look up In hopes that I am not the pup. I notice I have gone And nothing had been done. I have not moved one foot I am feeling kaput. How can it be That I could not see. I am not the winner And I will not be back for dinner. What went wrong Did I not sing the winner's song. All is lost in the race, On this fixed base. I must go now And give a bow. ©2014 Brady L.B.

* Continued * Tim continued to watch the concentration camp.  He got his first glimpse of the Citizen Eaters and they were as horrible as their description.  Tim noticed that they followed a certain pattern as they patrolled the area.  They left large gaps in their search and they left the back of the complex mostly unguarded.  Over the years the Citizen Eaters must have gotten tiered of patrolling areas that they thought were never going to have someone there. Tim decided that he would get closer to the back of the compound that night.  He looked through his supplies to see if anything would help him in his mission.  In the bottom of his back he found some bolt cutters.  He figured that he could use the bolt cutter to get through the back fence and get the prisoners out during the cover of night. He spent the rest of the day resting so that he would have the energy to sneak around that night.  That night the moon was a haunting red. ...

Food, food where is all the food? I ripped open all the cabinets that I could find.  There was nothing in them but dust.  I ripped open the last box with a lock on it.  Nothing!  A rat had gotten to its contents before I got here.  The box had torn up paper and plastic with rat droppings mixed in. This was worthless; I had wasted a lot of time and energy to come up empty handed. Food, food where is all the food? I walked towards the door, out of the corner of my eye I saw something glitter.  I went towards it to find out what it could be.  It could be a bottle of some food or drink.  My heart was racing with anticipation of finding something to eat.  It was a gold coin, how disappointing.  I decided to take it with me just in case I find a use for it later. You may wonder why I was disappointed about finding gold.  The truth is that gold is not worth a lot now days. I left the deserted house to wander the empty streets ...

It is amazing that we are influenced by the input we get from others.  For example the other day someone was telling me about the length of an item.  I thought he was talking about a different item.  When I went to measure the item I was thinking about I came up with length that I was told.  I went to measure the item again a few days later and it was two feet longer then my previous notes of how long it was.  The item did not grow in that time, I just perceived it was shorter based on previous data I have gotten.

* Continued * Traveling to the east was slow going.  The paths were rocky and terrain changed in elevation often.  While Tim traveled he thought about his family that he was giving up.  The rocks that were forming in his stomach where harder to traverse then the rock that battered his feet.  Several days later, Tim was almost out of supplies and wanted to turn around to correct his mistake of not going after his family.  He knew that he could not make the journey back with the supplies that he had left.  The only hope he had is to continue forward until he could find more supplies. That night he could see a glimmer of light coming from something several miles in front of him.  The thoughts of a town being in front of him raced through his mind and excited him.  He was too tired to continue that night, so he set up camp and sleep. The next morning Tim got up early and started in the direction of the light that he saw the night before. ...