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Thirsty Wallaby by Australind (BLW Contributor)

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How Do You Do The Holiday by Jennterra (BLW Contributor)

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This holiday season can be so many different things to different people and cultures;
Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Christmas, Candlemass, Winter Solstice, Yule.

Being Pagan the holiday is Yule and the Winter Solstice for me. A time when the sun once again begins to regain its heat, light begins to win back its time, and mid winter is upon us. It is also the time to fellowship with family and friends and to begin working/praying/concentrating on the things you wish to bring forth in your life.

As the Sun God is reborn and the Wheel turns Mother Nature once again lends her energies to us so that we may tune in and bring forth new ideas, strengths and influences into our lives and world.

I respect and honor all cultures and peoples practices during this Sabbat and I greatly admire the rich diversity this season has to offer. I am continuously aware of the fact that though peoples paths differ, our perserverance and love of holiday traditions, and rituals offers a common bond throughout the world.

I ask you that we, as riders of this huge rock spinning through space that we call Earth, respect all traditions over the Holiday seasons. Spread joy, love and peace. Remember our path doesn’t have to be the path of others. We came into the world as indiviuduals so its common sense that our idealogies and holiday names, practices and beliefs will be diverse to say the least.

Please feel free to take time to shout out in the comments section and let me…us…know how YOU celebrate and acknowledge this time if year.

Brightest Blessings to you all!!!

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Poetry Mondays – Bluebird by Charles Bukowski

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there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the ****s and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?

What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

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Happily Ever After # 1 by Tales of North Shore Princess (BLW Contributor)

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I have been in relationships good and bad. I’ve been engaged 4 times and married twice. I also made my share of bad choices in choosing toxic men that
took pieces of me I can never get back. I had my heart broken twice in my life and one of these heartbreaks nearly ruined my life.

Everyone is looking for their “happy ever after” but not everyone is meant to find Mr. Right.

Friends of mine look for love in all the wrong places, for example, online dating sites and social media. Lucky for me cell phones and the internet were not even invented when I met both my husbands. I met my first husband at the tender age of 23 on a Tuesday night at NYC club called the Palladium. This very tall dark handsome guy locked eyes on me when I first entered the club and 15 minutes later he was standing right behind me at the bar and overheard this guy say he was paying for a drink I just ordered. I didn’t bother even turning around to thank him when I saw a 100 dollar bill pass right over my head. I remember muttering the word “Asshole” to myself.

Okay, I was a thinking already all i need is another cocky egotistical guy to waste my time. He noticed I was ignoring him so I thanked him for buying me the drink and turned around to face him. He was even better close up and I remember thinking why he decided to pick me out of a crowd of hundreds of pretty girls.
He was tall, real tall like about 6″4 or so. He was also a bit older than me. He had charm and seemed ” cool”, so I decided to hang out and party with him the rest of the night.

Though I fought my best not to like him I let him into my crazy life that fateful night. He worked for a big Brokerage firm and lived in Brooklyn in his own apartment.
That was far away from my North Shore, Long Island home. I was still living with my parents. I was also at the time involved in a three year relationship with a religious Jewish guy who just graduated Podiatry School and was also still involved with a guy who I still believe was my soul mate who I met my Junior year at Hofstra University. I kept that info all a secret from this new cute mysterious mature guy.

Something about him was getting my attention and by the end of the night I barely knew anything about him besides his first name. He took my number and I was thinking ” he is not going to call me, and walked me to the club entrance where I found my older sister, Fran, who obviously had one drink too many. She was “sloppy drunk” and I was like please don’t embarrass me in front of this cute guy. Too late, she was in her dangerously drunk state and blurt out to Ron, ” I see you met my bleached blonde little sister.” Totally mortified thinking this guy is so not going to call me, I tried to hold up my sister and make a quick exit. Then when I thought things couldn’t get worse my sloppy drunk sister tripped and Ron grabbed her arm before she fell. My sister looked up at Ron and said . “My sister, that would be me, always gets the cute guys and it isn’t fair.”

I was feeling like just let me get out of here and knew this new mysterious tall guy would run in other direction after he met my sister but to my surprise he helped me get my car from a nearby garage and practically hold my sister up as she could barely walk.

I made it home from NYC to Long Island in 20 minutes that night. I managed to get my very drunk sister to our house and up stairs without my parents waking up.
I wrote Ron off figuring he would never call me but two days later he called me at work and asked me out. Could this guy I wondered be my “happy ever after?”

To be continued…..

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Domestic Violence by The Heart Stories (BLW Contributor)

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Why did you chose to hurt me?

Show me love than call me unworthy

Beat me down emotionally and desert me

Put your hands on me, scream and curse me

Blame, accuse or deny and then try to convert me

And though I stayed because of love I always felt absurdly worried

But I woke up today tired of how this lesson learnt burnt me

My pain never mattered to you and that only concerns me

So I removed myself and my self worth from this unpleasant journey.

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Poetry Mondays – Howl (Allen Ginsberg)

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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by

             madness, starving hysterical naked,

       dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn

             looking for an angry fix,

       angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly

             connection to the starry dynamo in the

machinery of night,

       who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat

             up smoking in the supernatural darkness of

              cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities

             contemplating jazz,

       who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and

             saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene-

             ment roofs illuminated,

       who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes

             hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy

             among the scholars of war,

       who were expelled from the academies for crazy &

             publishing obscene odes on the windows of the

             skull,

       who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn-

             ing their money in wastebaskets and listening

             to the Terror through the wall,

       who got busted in their pubic beards returning through

             Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,

       who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in

             Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their

             torsos night after night

       with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al-

             cohol and cock and endless balls,

       incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and

             lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of

             Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the

motionless world of Time.

Collected Poems 1947-1997

Group Gratitude by Bare Naked in Public (BLW Contributor)

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Late this afternoon I found myself driving on the California freeways as the sun was setting. I was coming home from a day in LA. Pink and blue cotton candy clouds filled the sky and I knew sunset at the beach would be amazing. According to Siri and her skillful navigation, I would be home just in time to catch it.

As I drove down my street, Catalina sat on the horizon, straight ahead . . .  the sun setting behind her, the sky a beautiful magenta. I quickly parked my car and with my phone in hand ran to the beach. In just a couple blocks, I passed several people headed the same direction to join the gathering crowd, some with fancy cameras, some with phones like me, and of course the surfers, just taking it in. I snapped a few shots. Unable to capture the richness of the colors, I decided to enjoy the view with my very own eyeballs.

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As the sun set, I looked around at the people standing on the steps and along the beach trail, all there to take in the beauty of mother nature. Warmed my heart to see the glow of the setting sun on their faces. The appreciation and gratitude was palpable, truly. Makes me happy to witness folks enjoying the simple things . . . the world slowed down for a few minutes . . . and it felt good.

Grateful for a beautiful end to my day.

xo

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