![]() 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 Author![]() Brian 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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