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I am a sojourner on the road to discovery…

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“Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth-more than death. Thought is subversive, and revolutionary, destructive and terrible; thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions and comfortable habitats; thought is anarchic and lawless, indifferent to authority, careless to the well-tried wisdom of the ages. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid… Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man.

But if thought is to become the possession of the many, and not the privilege of the few, we must have done with fear. It is fear that holds men back-fear that their cherished beliefs should prove delusions, fear lest the institutions by which they live should prove harmful, fear lest they themselves prove less worthy to the respect then they have supposed themselves to be.”

Bertrand Russell

Journal Entries

New Feature in All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical

Posted 7 days ago, 4 comments so far.

New Feature in New Beat Generation

Posted 20 days ago.

Happy Halloween!

Posted 21 days ago, 5 comments so far.

New Feature in C.O.R.E.

Posted 25 days ago, 4 comments so far.

"Outside In" was featured in The New Beat Generation

Posted about 1 month ago, 2 comments so far.

Happy Birthday John Lennon!!!

Posted about 1 month ago, 8 comments so far.

Reinstate Helen Basome's account!

Posted about 1 month ago, 28 comments so far.

New Feature In Inspired by Life

Posted 2 months ago, 4 comments so far.

Featured in C.O.R.E

Posted 2 months ago, 4 comments so far.

Featured in C.O.R.E.

Posted 2 months ago, 5 comments so far.

Writing

Landscape

The wind-blown / Sands scatter / Across the / Sun-cracked / Landscape A cloudless, / Pastel sky / Hovers / Over a / Sleepy / Matron A black crow / Pecks at the / Stony ground / And on…

Citrine Dreams...

I emerged from / A tumbled world / Of lapis lazuli / With sapphire tears / And ruby whispers. / I ran to a crystal river / And sat down beside it / I heard its emerald lullaby sighs / And as the …

Buried Beneath the Mountain

On the open market place of language, all words have a price. / Speech is not free – the more money you spend, the more of it you can buy. Money is a demagogue that shouts down truth / And swears…

The Tale Of Sojourner Part 13

When I left Lyric’s apartment, I felt like I was floating, as though some unseen force was propelling me forward. I didn’t want to awaken from the dream. But little by little, the real world that …

The Tales Of Sojourner Part 12

I woke up early Sunday morning with sleep in my eyes and sex on my mind. Apparently, my body was in agreement. I was excited. I must have been dreaming of the evening’s events because I replayed so …

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I fell asleep on a bus stop bench and I immediately started dreaming… I found myself standing on the median strip of a busy boulevard. Naked; I tried to shield my shame. People screamed,  

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