Sunday, June 29, 2014

The Adventures of an Average Life

©2014 Brady L.B.

Every day we get up in the morning to live our lives.  We all go to work, pay our bills, eat the same food, and so forth.  Our days come and go without real excitement and change to the world.  What if we changed all that?  What would happen if we changed everyday tasks into adventures?  Would we be happier?  We life seem more sweet?  Would we be less envious of other peoples Facebook lives?  Would we be able to get more done in a single day or even in the hour?  Would we be able to live our dreams instead fulfilling another's dream?  We should find out.  We should explore the possibility.  We should find our dreams and live.


Average Life

I am Average.  I get up every morning before the sun get up, to go to my office job in town.  I have done nothing interesting most of my life.  You may ask how can I stand do these things day in and day out.  I am going to tell you how I am able to get through the day.  How I am able to know that I have done good in this world.  You may want to stop reading, but I would ask you not to.  You may not find what you are looking for until you have traveled the whole path.


The alarm sirens were blaring, telling all that the war of the day had started.  The warrior stirs in his cloud of comfort.  At last the sirens are able to arouse the warrior to the call of duty.  The warier stumbles to the preparation room to perform the rituals that are called for in times of war.  On his way to the preparation room, the warrior silences the alarm sirens.

Once the preparation rituals are completed, the warrior turns off the only lamp he had on.  He does this to test his agility, skill, and to not wake awaiting guards.  He then begins the path is littered with obstacles to the nourishment center of the camp.  Every day the obstacles are moved, new ones are added, and old ones may be removed.  The goal is to maneuver through the obstacles, without waking the sleeping guard.  The warrior manages to miss most of the obstacles, but a few new ones caused the warrior to bruise his toes.  Even with these few mistakes the warrior is able to accomplish the task.

Once in the nourishment center the warrior turns on one lamp.  He begins to start his search in the refrigeration unit and dry storage containers for food that will fill his belly.  After a few moments the warrior makes is decision and begins to fill his belly for the mornings journey.  Once his belly is full he begins to fill his travel pack with rations that he will use in the day's journey.

Now that his belly if full and his travel pack is weighed down with what is needed for the day, he begins his search for his foot protection.  Without his foot protection the enemy will be able to cause damage to him and potential cause his day journey to for not.  At last he is able to locate the foot protection several feet from where he left them in the nourishment center.

To be Continued
©2014 Brady L.B.


Bringing a show to all that watch
Until we reach the surface catch
Bursting forth from that phase barrier
Beginning to reach for starrier
Life that we all seek for
Even thou we will never soar

©2014 Brady L.B.

Friday, June 27, 2014


As a sit staring at my glass, I wonder to myself what will it look like with a clear soda contained within.  I slowly start poring in the cool bubbly liquid.  The liquid dances as more of it enters the glass container.  At-last the container is filled and the liquid begins to settle.  It becomes clearer and clearer.  It stops with several tinny streams of bubbles rushing for the surface.  These tinny streams of bubbles fascinated me so I look closer.  I watch as the tinny bubbles form on the glass and then lets go of the side.  Another bubble starts to grow in the place of the bother and goes through the same life cycle.  Again and again they grow and let go.  What could be causing them to grow in these few spots?  Is it a micro crack that I can not see?  Or is it that there is a speck of dirt that was not quite washed away?  I will never know for sure, but fascinates me no less.

©2014 Brady L.B.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

How would it to be excited about small things in life.

Lets travel back in time, to when we were small.  We got excited about getting a little prizes or praises.  When the simplest things brought joy to our little minds.  Think of how happy we were.  How much less stress we had.

Now we stress over the little things and are not happy when get big prizes or praises.  What has happened that we have lost the joy of life.  Where has our hope of a brighter tomorrow.  It has been lost in our desire to have what others have, or that we think they have.

Why can we not go back to the simpler times?

Thursday, June 12, 2014


Each provides nourishment
Given that not consumed in boorishment
Good on salads and breads
Should not be left in beds

©2014 Brady L.B.

Sunday, June 8, 2014


Started in the ground
To come to my table it is bound
Releasing its sweet taste
After entering my mouth and becoming a paste
While I chew this berry
Bringing pleasure and making me merry
Every now and then I feel kindled
Regret of how they dwindled
Ready to eat them until they are gone

©2014 Brady L.B.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Chocolate Drip

Chocolate is so good
How it goes great on strawberries, dude.
Often eating way too much
Chocolate dripping on such
Other parts of me that don't eat
Leaving smudges on my seat.
After I am done enjoying it so
To late is it to stop stains that just don't go.
Eating them was so much fun, even with the mess so done.

Don't fret at what you see
Replace my clothes will it be
In the end my stomach is full
Putting my clothing in a suds pool.

©2014 Brady L.B.



For some I take control
Even when they go for a stroll
After I have done my work
Regret will lurk.

For if you can control me
Everywhere you be
Another thought will fill you
Relief for doing what you had to do.

For those who do not heed my warning 
Eventually someone will be mourning.
Another of your needless adventure
Regret will be their censure.

©2014 Brady L.B.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014


Silently drifting to the ground
Never uttering a sound
Offering all their gentile touch of cold
With all that are bold

©2014 Brady L.B.