"The poet is a painter.
The pen is his brush,
the words are his paint,
and the human conscience is his canvas."
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O'Brien Mnt., CA, 2008
O'Brien Mnt., CA, 2008
Mt. Tabor, Portland, OR, 2009
To the reader,
I have always held a negative view of blogs and online communities. I have always thought of them as vehicles for narcissism, because they only allow the viewer to see exactly what the creator wants them to see--a mask; but upon further contemplation I have come to the belief that this site will be rather therapeutic for me.
This site was created as an outlet for my thoughts, ideas, poems, and prayers. In a sense this is a public journal. Because it is public I will obviously not be as forthcoming with my raw feelings and emotions as I would be in a private diary, but this site is meant expose some of the thoughts and ideas that I am hesitant to repeat out loud. In other words, this is as close to my mind and my heart as I will allow a stranger to approach.
Benjamin Arthur Smith
This site was created as an outlet for my thoughts, ideas, poems, and prayers. In a sense this is a public journal. Because it is public I will obviously not be as forthcoming with my raw feelings and emotions as I would be in a private diary, but this site is meant expose some of the thoughts and ideas that I am hesitant to repeat out loud. In other words, this is as close to my mind and my heart as I will allow a stranger to approach.
Benjamin Arthur Smith
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