brian and john

Bless you o lords of the words for making the mundane daneMany smithonians attempt to create you yet only few succeedBless those fewWith their magical prowess they are able to carry any able-bodied soul anywhereDragging us from our seats into their magical mythical worldThrough abuseThrough ecstasyThrough painThrough joyThrough the sheer beauty and brillianceTo the unnerving sightsThey have me for now and foreverFor their touch is that of Midas: It turns all to goldFor the words on the page shimmer in the right lightThe words are priceless Words are pricelessHearing the spoken words caress the earsSoothing the body with the calming rhythm And pacified locationsSmithonians who can turn a gentle leaf into a ten page extravaganzaWho take every wrinkle on any surface and turning it to beautyAn artist of words