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your island

there is an island for you
more than any dream
toes in the clean warm white sand
turquoise water rushing in gently
singing softly your name

there is an island for you
satisfying and free
cabana boy bringing drinks
olga massaging your neck
whenever you call

there is an island for you
apart and above the fray of everyday
laughter touching souls
hearts sparking love with every moment
accepting, friendly, relaxed

let me be your island
your terms your time your touch
and i will hold your hand
watch the waves, and smile right there beside you

sharing our very best adventures ever.

-- douglas brent smith



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Man with Three Hands

  Man with Three Hands - mixed media collage by Douglas Brent Smith, 1998, from Journal #33, Life In Progress

Note to Self 20230423

If you keep working your craft you will be amazed at how much you've learned and how much more there is yet to learn. -- doug smith  

This Won't Hurt A Bit

  This Won't Hurt A Bit -- collage by douglas brent smith

One Small Corner of an Ocean

  One Small Corner of an Ocean - sketch by douglas brent smith

Truth and Honesty

Wrestle with this if you will. Honesty isn't always truthful, and truth isn't always honest -- combining the two is a delicate art seldom mastered. -- doug smith

Going Up?

  Going Up? collage, mixed media by douglas brent smith, from Journal #33, Life In Progress, 1998

Gears of Joy

  Gears of Joy, collage by Douglas Brent Smith This is page 305 of Journal #33, Life in Progress. 

Who Let the Horse In?

  It's a wonderful sensation  to ride a horse I was so small the horse so large calm, under control, yet understanding that I was not under control we were equal partners on the horse's terms and when the barn came up it was time to go home so galloping we did Who Let the Horse In? - sketch by Douglas Brent Smith, 1998, from Journal #33, Life In Progress.

Wild Towers

  Wild Towers -- collage by Douglas Brent Smith Notes: In the lower right corner is one of my favorite photos -- my brother Dave and me at Grandmom and Grandpop Rogers' house. If you look closely you can see Grandpop Rogers sitting in his chair. He was probably reading the newspaper, the Bridgeton Evening News. It was a great newspaper in those days and Grandpop read it front to back every night. There are more clear versions of this picture, probably even in other collages because I love it so much. Those were wonderful days and I miss my little brother so much. 

Why Gamble?

The less we make our world look like a casino the better off we'll be. -- Doug smith Notes: Just for fun, I added this collage. It is not a casino.