JUST THE WAY IT ISA Poem by Brian Kraklau
i wake, quite tired from a long night of tossing and turning, words flowing in, flowing out, i go to work with the hope of full pockets, in hopes to begin the long journey, to walk my path and end up where i belong, once after a few hours of well stated work, i sit for a spel, smoke this cigarett, thinking of my curses and my faults, for without them life itself would come to a hault, this throbs in my brain, but once my eyes turned, they were blessed with the parting of rain, to the scene of the perfect sunrise.
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10 Reviews Added on December 8, 2010 Last Updated on December 8, 2010 AuthorBrian KraklauLas Vegas, NVAboutjust another human trying to analyze this reality from my own limited perspective. I'm here, there, and throughout each word i write. perhaps in time I could find myself within this mess. outside of t.. more..Writing
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