Seven Cigarettes and a Bowler Hat. I remember his eyes,. Black orbs, anxiously staring. He was kicking the curb,. I lifted my lens, and watched.

I began blogging a little over two years ago thanks to the encouragement of two close friends. Kind comments, constructive criticisms, and many a simple thanks for that poured in after the very first post. Fun interaction with other bloggers has been an unexpected bonus. Due out later this month! .

We were born naked onto the page of existence; with nothing but the pen of our soul to write ourselves into eternal ecstasy DreamingBear Baraka Kanaan. And all I ever knew. This entry was posted in poetry.

Take a walk inside my mind. Published August 10, 2015. She looked up at the other girls,. Something she could never be,. Something she hoped to be,. They lied, though,. A little plain faced,. Strong on the outside,. Published August 3, 2015. Nights were your make up.

Haiku, essays, poems and insights from the journay. I wish you could know. To infuse my soul with hope. Those who hit the snooze button. And those who get up. Walking up six flights of stairs. As much about the process. Intending that at the end.

A stumbling stream of conciousness.

This may be the Sweetest Guide for the Strange and Unusual. Unite and take over! Poem by Allen Ginsberg. O, the joys of this. It is the last day of the quote challenge! July 30, 2015.

039;Cuz Yesterday Is Long Gone and Tommorow Is Not A Promise.

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