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  <title>Cupido &amp; Psyche</title>
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  <title>Not The One</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Not The One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m not the one&lt;br /&gt; How could I ever be?&lt;br /&gt; I once was that&lt;br /&gt; Sitting in a tree&lt;br /&gt; Hanging upside down&lt;br /&gt; From high places&lt;br /&gt; Careless and free&lt;br /&gt; Pulling many faces&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I dared to do&lt;br /&gt; So much more&lt;br /&gt; You wouldn&apos;t believe&lt;br /&gt; Hard at the core&lt;br /&gt; And now what&lt;br /&gt; What&apos;s left of me?&lt;br /&gt; Is there more than&lt;br /&gt; Longing for the tree?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I&apos;d like to think there is&lt;br /&gt; Would you agree?&lt;br /&gt; How much can you see&lt;br /&gt; Of what&apos;s truly me?&lt;br /&gt; Can you see that light?&lt;br /&gt; Wanting to shine&lt;br /&gt; Wanting so much&lt;br /&gt; To be all mine&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This girl has dreams&lt;br /&gt; Not so little oh so grand&lt;br /&gt; She wishes for the Universe&lt;br /&gt; A raindrop in her hand&lt;br /&gt; She wishes to be a smile&lt;br /&gt; Across your pretty face&lt;br /&gt; She wants to be the sweet one&lt;br /&gt; And the one in blackest lace&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; She wants to be&lt;br /&gt; Hey maybe perhaps even yours&lt;br /&gt; She knows it isn&apos;t time yet&lt;br /&gt; To open all those doors&lt;br /&gt; Battered locks unlocked&lt;br /&gt; With the turning of a key&lt;br /&gt; Past undone and future untold&lt;br /&gt; Would you like to share it with me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Copyright October 2nd 2008&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 11:03:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Follow The Stream</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Follow The Stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&lt;br /&gt; Offers safety&lt;br /&gt; A fine cocoon&lt;br /&gt; Woven of silk&lt;br /&gt; And of Dust&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Offers me&lt;br /&gt; A lifetime of&lt;br /&gt; Perfection&lt;br /&gt; Careful love&lt;br /&gt; Without rust&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I should&lt;br /&gt; Shouldn&apos;t I?&lt;br /&gt; Fall for him&lt;br /&gt; Go along&lt;br /&gt; Not think back&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Everybody&lt;br /&gt; Expecting this&lt;br /&gt; Hoping it&lt;br /&gt; But is it&lt;br /&gt; The right track?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; For I&lt;br /&gt; Realise far&lt;br /&gt; Too well that&lt;br /&gt; He&apos;s not the one&lt;br /&gt; Mostly on my mind&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And I long&lt;br /&gt; For something&lt;br /&gt; That&apos;s less still&lt;br /&gt; A path where there is&lt;br /&gt; Adventure to find&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Aye, I fear&lt;br /&gt; For with him&lt;br /&gt; I did not shake&lt;br /&gt; After a mere word&lt;br /&gt; Had been writ&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I did not&lt;br /&gt; Swallow hard&lt;br /&gt; To not cry&lt;br /&gt; Out of care and worry&lt;br /&gt; After a visit&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I did not ache&lt;br /&gt; Every single day&lt;br /&gt; For a single word&lt;br /&gt; Fretting until&lt;br /&gt; Silenced by news&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I did not wish&lt;br /&gt; To become better&lt;br /&gt; To give it all&lt;br /&gt; To change life&lt;br /&gt; And the rules&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Maybe I find&lt;br /&gt; Impossibility&lt;br /&gt; Safe and I&lt;br /&gt; Stay always&lt;br /&gt; Out of harms way&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; But these questions&lt;br /&gt; Need to be asked&lt;br /&gt; Confusion needs&lt;br /&gt; To be solved&lt;br /&gt; One day&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; One wants me&lt;br /&gt; Offering me&lt;br /&gt; The world&lt;br /&gt; Warmth, care&lt;br /&gt; And eternity&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And one might possibly&lt;br /&gt; Never even see me&lt;br /&gt; Or consider&lt;br /&gt; I might never&lt;br /&gt; Enough be&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Am I projecting?&lt;br /&gt; Am I running away?&lt;br /&gt; I fear I couldn&apos;t stand&lt;br /&gt; The distant dreaming&lt;br /&gt; The quiet life&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It&apos;s what I&lt;br /&gt; Always longed for&lt;br /&gt; But perhaps&lt;br /&gt; Not with one&lt;br /&gt; As quiet as I&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The silence&lt;br /&gt; Would be deafening&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;d ache and long&lt;br /&gt; For bombs instead&lt;br /&gt; Noise, sound&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ah gentle life&lt;br /&gt; But I&apos;m not done&lt;br /&gt; Haven&apos;t even started yet&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;d like to first be free&lt;br /&gt; Before I&apos;m bound&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It&apos;d be so easy&lt;br /&gt; Perhaps&lt;br /&gt; The easy way out&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m torn between&lt;br /&gt; Reason and heart&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I should&lt;br /&gt; They&apos;ll all think me mad&lt;br /&gt; But the heart&lt;br /&gt; Cannot be fooled&lt;br /&gt; Not for any part&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; So I stay&lt;br /&gt; In heck I remain&lt;br /&gt; Not moving&lt;br /&gt; When he asks&lt;br /&gt; If I feel&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I silently eye&lt;br /&gt; Another&lt;br /&gt; Not knowing why&lt;br /&gt; But without choice&lt;br /&gt; Love makes no deals&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Aye, I am&lt;br /&gt; Confused&lt;br /&gt; I don&apos;t know&lt;br /&gt; What is real&lt;br /&gt; Or dream&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I only know&lt;br /&gt; What I feel now&lt;br /&gt; I trust the path given to me&lt;br /&gt; So without seeing the sea&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;ll follow the stream&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; September 21st 2008&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 11:02:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Obsession</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Day after day&lt;br /&gt; Counting minutes and hours&lt;br /&gt; Ready to tumble and dive&lt;br /&gt; To overtake towers&lt;br /&gt; Breathing it in&lt;br /&gt; The moments that pass&lt;br /&gt; Savouring every word&lt;br /&gt; As long as it lasts&lt;br /&gt; Harvesting it...&lt;br /&gt; And then wanting more&lt;br /&gt; Longing for the next wave&lt;br /&gt; While the first&lt;br /&gt; Is yet to leave the shore&lt;br /&gt; Cannot be compared&lt;br /&gt; To something trivial and small&lt;br /&gt; &apos;Tis an overwhelming feeling&lt;br /&gt; Overpowering all&lt;br /&gt; It aches too&lt;br /&gt; Perhaps the strangest thing&lt;br /&gt; Is the missing&lt;br /&gt; Like the brush of a wing&lt;br /&gt; Painting a world...&lt;br /&gt; Of shimmer and shade&lt;br /&gt; The brightest of colours&lt;br /&gt; Heavenly induced but most certainly&lt;br /&gt; Man made&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; September the 14th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 11:02:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>New Visions</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;New Visions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Can you look into the mirror&lt;br /&gt; For I can&apos;t see you&lt;br /&gt; But I know that you are there&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Wouldn&apos;t it be perfect&lt;br /&gt; If the whole world would end&lt;br /&gt; And we could disappear&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Then restrictions would be gone&lt;br /&gt; And I could hold your hand&lt;br /&gt; We could whisper secrets&lt;br /&gt; I could write a message&lt;br /&gt; In silky bright red sand&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Oh the sun is gone today&lt;br /&gt; And yet I feel warm&lt;br /&gt; Inside there is a little glow&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Wouldn&apos;t it be perfect&lt;br /&gt; If you could love me&lt;br /&gt; So that I wouldn&apos;t have to go&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And rain would stop falling&lt;br /&gt; Day after day, all starry nights&lt;br /&gt; I could become that little vixen&lt;br /&gt; A road to hell and back&lt;br /&gt; And all would be alright&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Now blessed be the moments&lt;br /&gt; That two of us make one&lt;br /&gt; When old ties are loosened&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And new faces are appearing&lt;br /&gt; The burning bright red warmth&lt;br /&gt; That passionate love without end&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Yes wouldn&apos;t it be perfect&lt;br /&gt; If the whole world would end today&lt;br /&gt; And we could re-appear as soldiers&lt;br /&gt; Brothers in arms, fighting for love&lt;br /&gt; And overcome that what now not we may&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Wednesday September 10th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 11:00:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Catalyst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Tear my soul out&lt;br /&gt; Away&lt;br /&gt; Oh Music&lt;br /&gt; Become me&lt;br /&gt; So I can become&lt;br /&gt; You&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Tear me apart&lt;br /&gt; Bring me to tears&lt;br /&gt; To life&lt;br /&gt; Under secret stars&lt;br /&gt; Where Love still&lt;br /&gt; Lives&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Hold me tight&lt;br /&gt; There&lt;br /&gt; Never let me go&lt;br /&gt; So I can live&lt;br /&gt; Within your tunes&lt;br /&gt; Forever&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I will not want&lt;br /&gt; For any more&lt;br /&gt; Or any less&lt;br /&gt; I could live&lt;br /&gt; And breathe to&lt;br /&gt; Bring&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; To those who ache&lt;br /&gt; Life itself&lt;br /&gt; In a box&lt;br /&gt; From Ear to Heart&lt;br /&gt; From Life to Life&lt;br /&gt; Alive&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Break me&lt;br /&gt; Make me yours&lt;br /&gt; How could I not&lt;br /&gt; Wish to be a part&lt;br /&gt; Of freedom and&lt;br /&gt; Peace&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Be a Catalyst&lt;br /&gt; for those I love&lt;br /&gt; So they&apos;d never&lt;br /&gt; Have to hurt&lt;br /&gt; While I strum their&lt;br /&gt; Souls&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sunday September 7th 2008&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 11:00:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>No Frills</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Frills&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept the title still&lt;br /&gt; A harm ye none do what ye will&lt;br /&gt; I may seem harmless&lt;br /&gt; Nothing much to confess&lt;br /&gt; Plagued by thought&lt;br /&gt; Should have; ought&lt;br /&gt; To gently have done that&lt;br /&gt; When two parted&lt;br /&gt; Bless by love and luck&lt;br /&gt; But by confusion struck&lt;br /&gt; And so time seeps&lt;br /&gt; Into a world that sleeps&lt;br /&gt; Finding it hard to deal&lt;br /&gt; With what&apos;s dream or real&lt;br /&gt; Projection or not&lt;br /&gt; Surely I&apos;ve lost the plot&lt;br /&gt; If ever there once was one&lt;br /&gt; I know when it begun&lt;br /&gt; Just don&apos;t know where&lt;br /&gt; Ground, heaven or mid-air&lt;br /&gt; This strangeness will end&lt;br /&gt; Or where it will send&lt;br /&gt; This all consuming energy&lt;br /&gt; When almost in tears I&apos;d be&lt;br /&gt; Surely leaving should&lt;br /&gt; When part was all I could&lt;br /&gt; Not hurt this much&lt;br /&gt; And almost panic as such&lt;br /&gt; Have to switch off&lt;br /&gt; My unbridled love&lt;br /&gt; For the need to care&lt;br /&gt; For those needing to be&lt;br /&gt; More aware of life&apos;s treasury&lt;br /&gt; Is it wrong to want to give&lt;br /&gt; The soul that I live&lt;br /&gt; Just to take the darkness away&lt;br /&gt; What could I say&lt;br /&gt; What could I do&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;d pour into you&lt;br /&gt; And share all ache&lt;br /&gt; My part I&apos;d take&lt;br /&gt; Happily I&apos;d be in pain&lt;br /&gt; If it&apos;d make you smile again...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Some friends come for fun alone&lt;br /&gt; Some only when no stone is thrown&lt;br /&gt; Some stick by and stand their ground&lt;br /&gt; It&apos;s there where love and care be found&lt;br /&gt; Aware I am to equal vague intensity&lt;br /&gt; When so quickly I love unconditionally&lt;br /&gt; And such I do with no frills to fear&lt;br /&gt; Aside from the knowledge of being held dear&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Night of August 18th on 19th&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 10:58:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Deep Waters</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The Deep Waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I should be silent as a grave&lt;br /&gt; Let the walls be my tomb&lt;br /&gt; Not find words within&lt;br /&gt; To speak of loud waves&lt;br /&gt; And deafening sounds&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Hush indeed, for what it is&lt;br /&gt; That strange sensation inside&lt;br /&gt; So accustomed to the wind&lt;br /&gt; That storms might bring&lt;br /&gt; That the sea now seems devoid&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A stretching surface of blue&lt;br /&gt; Dark against the endless sky&lt;br /&gt; Tempting me with thoughts&lt;br /&gt; Of imprudent possibilities&lt;br /&gt; Seeking solace within its depth&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Holding my breath in expectation&lt;br /&gt; How easily becomes the cold&lt;br /&gt; Of the water a warm embrace&lt;br /&gt; Wishing for a mermaid&apos;s tail&lt;br /&gt; To swim these waters forever&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;copy;June 8th 2008&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 10:57:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;d Give My Life For Beauty</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I&apos;d Give My Life For Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Trade me a reason&lt;br /&gt; Why not to be&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m so sick of these chains&lt;br /&gt; That life is holding on me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m suppossed to be this&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m supposed to be that&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m supposed to be everything at once&lt;br /&gt; But never in the slightest bit me&lt;br /&gt; What can I see?&lt;br /&gt; Who can I be?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Obsession is a rare thing&lt;br /&gt; It trades nothing&lt;br /&gt; It betrays nothing at all&lt;br /&gt; But the own self&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Why do I get stuck on spirit&lt;br /&gt; Why do I ache to see and have more&lt;br /&gt; What is the reason I love so much&lt;br /&gt; Without an apparent reason&lt;br /&gt; Or rule? There is none&lt;br /&gt; No rule to this&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What am I looking for&lt;br /&gt; Behind so many closed doors?&lt;br /&gt; What do I expect to find&lt;br /&gt; But a cure to all of this?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Do I seek to give so much&lt;br /&gt; To somehow regain part of me&lt;br /&gt; Myself, how I once used to be&lt;br /&gt; Many lives ago, not this one&lt;br /&gt; I don&apos;t know&lt;br /&gt; I have no clue&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Love so much and so deep&lt;br /&gt; That it aches inside&lt;br /&gt; For each wonderous soul&lt;br /&gt; It&apos;s a hell of a ride&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; But always alone to be done&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes momentarily shared&lt;br /&gt; Anything for a smile I&apos;ve always said&lt;br /&gt; Just to see the light in those eyes&lt;br /&gt; So that they know they were loved&lt;br /&gt; So that they know someone cared&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I&apos;d give my life for beauty&lt;br /&gt; But I will not die&lt;br /&gt; I will merge&lt;br /&gt; And surface once again within&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;copy;230408&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 10:57:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dream Of Time</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Dream Of Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Dream then&lt;br /&gt; Perchance to dream&lt;br /&gt; What does time mean&lt;br /&gt; If not the world&lt;br /&gt; To you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A space full&lt;br /&gt; Of void, of depth&lt;br /&gt; Of moments and gaps&lt;br /&gt; Silence and noise&lt;br /&gt; Of all&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What will come&lt;br /&gt; Back to you now&lt;br /&gt; If what was then&lt;br /&gt; Was only then&lt;br /&gt; But never always?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What is time&lt;br /&gt; But a dream&lt;br /&gt; The dream of people&lt;br /&gt; Who hope to find&lt;br /&gt; Something&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Eternity which&lt;br /&gt; They could never&lt;br /&gt; Hold within them&lt;br /&gt; If they don&apos;t&lt;br /&gt; Believe&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Live by the spirit&lt;br /&gt; Nothing is ever&lt;br /&gt; Truly lost then&lt;br /&gt; And you&apos;ll live&lt;br /&gt; Forever&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;copy;230408&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 10:55:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>(Life) Without A Sound</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Life) Without A Sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And then the sun began to die&lt;br /&gt; I could see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt; What faded was a life not lived&lt;br /&gt; A gift surrended before opened&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What tears must I have wept&lt;br /&gt; Before off this world I&apos;ll be swept&lt;br /&gt; When dreams have faded too&lt;br /&gt; Into sand and smoke or fog&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I hold on to what it was tightly&lt;br /&gt; Perhaps too tight for what I can see&lt;br /&gt; Here I stand with a token&lt;br /&gt; Held strongly in my hand&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;quot;What is it?&amp;quot; surely he did ask&lt;br /&gt; But I was not convinced yet of its task&lt;br /&gt; Burn, burn then deep within me&lt;br /&gt; But never ever be forgotten&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Completely taken aback every time&lt;br /&gt; But I cannot make this moment mine&lt;br /&gt; I still miss what has to be missed&lt;br /&gt; The things a person once did&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What was once said to me not so long ago&lt;br /&gt; Is running through my mind to and fro&lt;br /&gt; How can I move on this time around&lt;br /&gt; When life is so fragile - so fragile&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And can leave without a sound?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; April 17th 2008&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 10:54:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Will To Go On</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Will To Go On&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well meant preaching, sorry I&apos;ve had more than enough&lt;br /&gt; As if I don&apos;t know all that already&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes life that way is just too tough&lt;br /&gt; I don&apos;t want to live in a box&lt;br /&gt; And feel like shoes too tight in the dark&lt;br /&gt; Don&apos;t want to suffocate in a normal job&lt;br /&gt; Where every day life misses it&apos;s spark&lt;br /&gt; Would that I&apos;d have someone by my side&lt;br /&gt; Not to take all the sorrow away&lt;br /&gt; That&apos;s not a possibility&lt;br /&gt; But to hold me in the dark&lt;br /&gt; And to keep my spirit free&lt;br /&gt; I have nothing though&lt;br /&gt; And perhaps that is alright&lt;br /&gt; Maybe my purpose only is to give&lt;br /&gt; And to not receive such light&lt;br /&gt; How to love again&lt;br /&gt; For fear that they&apos;ll die&lt;br /&gt; To lose something too close to the heart&lt;br /&gt; Like the light in the sky&lt;br /&gt; What&apos;s the difference&lt;br /&gt; What does it truly matter&lt;br /&gt; In the end we&apos;ll all die&lt;br /&gt; And contrary to what most believe&lt;br /&gt; I know where I&apos;ll be&lt;br /&gt; Finalized in unity&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes that seems so much better&lt;br /&gt; Than to have to hold on&lt;br /&gt; But the truth is I&apos;m no quitter&lt;br /&gt; Perhaps I am more tough than strong&lt;br /&gt; It&apos;s no willfulness&lt;br /&gt; Nor a simple will to hold on&lt;br /&gt; It&apos;s just stubborness really&lt;br /&gt; To not want to give in or up&lt;br /&gt; But just to go on&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m sure one day it may be different&lt;br /&gt; Who knows and who can tell?&lt;br /&gt; Until then I&apos;ll life my life for others&lt;br /&gt; And I&apos;ll try to keep them well&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;ll sacrifice myself happily&lt;br /&gt; To see smile those I care about&lt;br /&gt; To keep them safe and warm&lt;br /&gt; And take away at least one doubt&lt;br /&gt; The one that says I will be there&lt;br /&gt; if they need me to be by their side&lt;br /&gt; So much care I feel &apos;t is overflowing&lt;br /&gt; And perhaps one day&lt;br /&gt; &apos;T is that something more solid&lt;br /&gt; In return I&apos;ll find...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 120408&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 10:53:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Silent Dance</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silent dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And so it is done&lt;br /&gt; where we have met&lt;br /&gt; where the sun sets&lt;br /&gt; upon this lonely path&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Chemistry - what&apos;s that&lt;br /&gt; when it occurs between&lt;br /&gt; two souls that walk&lt;br /&gt; each separate ways&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Where is the line to hold&lt;br /&gt; the sign to make&lt;br /&gt; the cross to bind&lt;br /&gt; the soul to enter&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Are we one&lt;br /&gt; I swear at times we are&lt;br /&gt; and then nothing&lt;br /&gt; but silent confusion&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; If only - &apos;t is so much&lt;br /&gt; what I would wish&lt;br /&gt; to tell and speak&lt;br /&gt; nolonger in tongues&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Breathing in deep&lt;br /&gt; where the wind dies&lt;br /&gt; and the forgotten ones&lt;br /&gt; break the silence once more&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Are you there&lt;br /&gt; Then why are you hiding&lt;br /&gt; will you come&lt;br /&gt; then stop running away from me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; But alas; it is not so&lt;br /&gt; Some paths are meant&lt;br /&gt; to stay unwalked&lt;br /&gt; until death sets in&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Perhaps then one time&lt;br /&gt; if you&apos;d believe in that&lt;br /&gt; we could have that dance&lt;br /&gt; just that once - just that one time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And then perhaps - Forevermore&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Copyright April 12th&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 11:25:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dark Wolf</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Dark Wolf&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;His eyes are dark and shiny&lt;br /&gt;His countenance rough but fair&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s love within for the fighting&lt;br /&gt;Of sounds of steel filling the air&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;He&apos;s slender, tall and lean&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s knowledge in his mind&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s knowledge in his movements&lt;br /&gt;Which in his interests you&apos;ll find&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;He&apos;ll tell you when he likes you&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;ll growl when fault is found&lt;br /&gt;No crap will be taken ever&lt;br /&gt;Not from human not from hound&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;He&apos;ll sail the open sea&lt;br /&gt;With pleasure from the start&lt;br /&gt;Pirate, highwayman, outlaw&lt;br /&gt;Bright soul but dark wolf at heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;April 11th 2008&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 11:24:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Rarity of Life</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The Rarity of Life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You may say I&apos;m a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;That I&apos;m not from within this world&lt;br /&gt;How I dream of things that seem unreal&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; let the silent truth unfurl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Perhaps I am a fool&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it&apos;s just that you are right&lt;br /&gt;Would not there&apos;d be such longing for another&lt;br /&gt;I just perhaps might have tried&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Intrigued enough I was&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; recognition of slight possibility&lt;br /&gt;Still not mirroring the deepness of the souls;&lt;br /&gt;Would not have been enough for me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Guess what I&apos;m about&lt;br /&gt;Well to me it was plain to see in the eye&lt;br /&gt;The clearest of crystals might just be dark&lt;br /&gt;But even darkness brings twinkles to the sky&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The things I see in people&lt;br /&gt;Might be like foreign food to the blind&lt;br /&gt;But once eaten there is no turning back&lt;br /&gt;For it&apos;s peace within that you will find&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I see beyond the common borders&lt;br /&gt;I look and I dive straight in deep inside&lt;br /&gt;There is no sense in thinking one able&lt;br /&gt;To keep hidden what one wants to hide&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I am overcome by such knowledge&lt;br /&gt;And if found a true soul no doubt I care&lt;br /&gt;If one runs with regret I leave them&lt;br /&gt;But if embraced I&apos;m always there&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;April 11th 2008&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 15:57:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>windswept Thoughts</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Windswept Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say when&amp;nbsp;love is borrowed&lt;br /&gt;the winds they cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;they sweep the sand from dunes&lt;br /&gt;and countless thoughts away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;and wonder why and how&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts strained firmly&lt;br /&gt;a frown upon my brow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am I but a woman&lt;br /&gt;that face that&apos;s looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;human being with the same old worries&lt;br /&gt;what&amp;nbsp;has been&amp;nbsp;and what will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to strip away the fears&lt;br /&gt;of becoming one with another&lt;br /&gt;in many different ways&lt;br /&gt;should I really bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the road to travel&lt;br /&gt;perhaps too hard&lt;br /&gt;will overcoming the obstacles&lt;br /&gt;prove to give reward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those roads not traveled&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps a little bit less&lt;br /&gt;what about the matters of the heart&lt;br /&gt;should I of them confess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the line to be crossed&lt;br /&gt;or to be toed and not stepped upon&lt;br /&gt;what are the true boundaries of life&lt;br /&gt;what can be lost or won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to bend the need of security&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts of arms to hold&lt;br /&gt;to dream of connections made&lt;br /&gt;without the outcome being foretold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look away from what I feel&lt;br /&gt;in me and inside somebody else too&lt;br /&gt;am I the one to tempt the fates&lt;br /&gt;wondering what I should do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the hunger is grand&lt;br /&gt;the need severe enough&lt;br /&gt;but the mind is a conquerer&lt;br /&gt;and the heart far more tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still... it would be nice&lt;br /&gt;to share and to give&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit more here and there&lt;br /&gt;something finer to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close and yet so far away&lt;br /&gt;are the promises of a life not to be had&lt;br /&gt;is justice really worth it&lt;br /&gt;the possibility of regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things can happen&lt;br /&gt;little loves can occur and be told&lt;br /&gt;such is the path of true connections&lt;br /&gt;a stronger bond to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas life without them is senseless&lt;br /&gt;there&apos;s still the need of more to have close&lt;br /&gt;but often I wonder whether it is to happen&lt;br /&gt;or whether I&apos;ll be forsaken gifts like those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures - they are all&lt;br /&gt;and I in my need for warmth despair&lt;br /&gt;will I ever truly have someone by my side&lt;br /&gt;pure of soul and countenance fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God if only borders where not so thick&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d need not yearn for arms to hold me&lt;br /&gt;but life has it&apos;s very own rules&lt;br /&gt;and is filled with boundaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then to possess that kind of strength&lt;br /&gt;no - &apos;t is not within me I guess&lt;br /&gt;I wish... I wish... I wish...&lt;br /&gt;but&amp;nbsp;I should wish a little bit less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am torn between needs and knowing&lt;br /&gt;or just an unreasonable fear&lt;br /&gt;but without a little proper warmth and care&lt;br /&gt;how do I get through yet another year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless me with something I can have&lt;br /&gt;as little as perhaps it is allowed to be&lt;br /&gt;any bit of gentle love and care&lt;br /&gt;is already like a lifetime of oxygen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just... oh I don&apos;t know&lt;br /&gt;I wish and think of things not to be had&lt;br /&gt;but dreams and wishes are still better&lt;br /&gt;than having naught instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine lines are not to be crossed&lt;br /&gt;just as thin air is best not breathed in&lt;br /&gt;and some things are not to be done&lt;br /&gt;just like one should not commit sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where will I be eventually&lt;br /&gt;is there truly a chance to get through&lt;br /&gt;this life without someone by my side&lt;br /&gt;and if not - then who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cannot breathe anymore&lt;br /&gt;simply for the fear of change to come&lt;br /&gt;or to lose what&amp;nbsp;I don&apos;t even yet have&lt;br /&gt;and then my mind goes numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I ache at times&lt;br /&gt;when I think of what could be&lt;br /&gt;if only I&apos;d dare to live&lt;br /&gt;and unwind these chains on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of thinking and feeling&lt;br /&gt;at the end of a poem too long&lt;br /&gt;back to the real world of struggling&lt;br /&gt;and dreaming of arms warm and strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ends my train of thoughts for today&lt;br /&gt;My whirlwind of emotions - a glimpse inside&lt;br /&gt;Just a tip of the veil uncovered&lt;br /&gt;Before I turn back within and hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April the 1st&amp;nbsp; 2008&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 15:09:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>From Within Me</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;From Within Me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Love comes from within&lt;br /&gt;Scream as loud as you want&lt;br /&gt;Deny as often as you think you need&lt;br /&gt;But I can see&lt;br /&gt;Far more than you think I can&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I have seen through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You don’t believe in such things&lt;br /&gt;I knew when you were down&lt;br /&gt;I felt when you were sick&lt;br /&gt;Having tuned in&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;She showed me when it was about&lt;br /&gt;I knew when and how&lt;br /&gt;At night in bed and how it felt&lt;br /&gt;Slowing slipping away&lt;br /&gt;I knew the pain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Smile and think me mad&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;I can show you - let you feel&lt;br /&gt;If you’d want me to&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to do&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Oh I wish you’d believe&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much more beyond the book&lt;br /&gt;He wishes to show you He’s so near&lt;br /&gt;A heartbeat away - so much within reach&lt;br /&gt;Move beyond what you preach&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Listen closely to the sounds&lt;br /&gt;They are all around&lt;br /&gt;When in silence you retreat&lt;br /&gt;Follow your soul&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heartbeat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Don’t look outwards&lt;br /&gt;But look within - You can deny&lt;br /&gt;Existence of passing on energy&lt;br /&gt;But I have felt you even&lt;br /&gt;When you were far away from me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Tuning in is easy&lt;br /&gt;Letting go however hard&lt;br /&gt;For me it comes naturally with the caring&lt;br /&gt;I lock my soul&lt;br /&gt;Within the heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;And then let go - that’s all I do&lt;br /&gt;And see... there is the truth&lt;br /&gt;I need no words to read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;The thread of energy is fine&lt;br /&gt;But it’s God’s - not mine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;March302008&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 15:07:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Possible</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;blogContent&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-WEIGHT: bold&quot;&gt;Possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say start with something small&lt;br /&gt;before you try and stand up tall&lt;br /&gt;Compare your losses and your gain&lt;br /&gt;So that attempts won’t be in vain&lt;br /&gt;Give the ear a twist and listen hard&lt;br /&gt;Don’t start anything&lt;br /&gt;No not a thing&lt;br /&gt;Unless you can reap the rewards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m sick of tongues that slash&lt;br /&gt;Knocking down my dreams with a bash&lt;br /&gt;Cracking open the skull of all desire&lt;br /&gt;Burning it down like paper on fire&lt;br /&gt;Forget that miracles still do exist&lt;br /&gt;But hush be silent&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say a word&lt;br /&gt;They won’t know what they’ve missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything is possible - we just don’t know it yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©130308&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 10:50:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Two new poems</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Inspired by the life of T.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The Flame Inside&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;See here, there stands a shadow&lt;br /&gt;The void of your presence once there&lt;br /&gt;Now a mere image of what use to&lt;br /&gt;Be the truth of your countenance fair&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Empty are my glasses that stand&lt;br /&gt;On the table - devoid of luscious wine&lt;br /&gt;The trail still visible of the kisses&lt;br /&gt;That once caressed this skin of mine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;So close and yet so out of reach&lt;br /&gt;I can see your image in my eye&lt;br /&gt;The masked one that took you away&lt;br /&gt;Is only a mirage - not better than I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;One day will see the truth unveiled&lt;br /&gt;One night my soul&apos;s star will return&lt;br /&gt;No wind can kill this flame inside&lt;br /&gt;Forever and firmly it will always burn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;In silence I look as days slip by&lt;br /&gt;In darkness cloaked I bide my time&lt;br /&gt;They say Love is cruel and precious&lt;br /&gt;But no Love - is as precious as mine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;©170108&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The Highwayman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;In mist on roads so freely traveled&lt;br /&gt;A sudden silhouette did appear&lt;br /&gt;Where as I rubbed my eyes to see it&lt;br /&gt;The ladies squealed with fear&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Our carriage was halted - a rough stop&lt;br /&gt;Shouts shooting through the air&lt;br /&gt;And quickly sounds of gunshots followed&lt;br /&gt;Making ash white of cheeks rosy and fair&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Looking with great care through curtains&lt;br /&gt;What did my eyes spy but only a feet away&lt;br /&gt;Dark cloaked on a feisty looking stallion&lt;br /&gt;One hand to hold a shimmering gun to sway&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Whatever gold I hath I lost that night&lt;br /&gt;To a robber who&apos;s horse as lightning ran&lt;br /&gt;Bare we traveled on pleased to have a life&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our possessions with the highwayman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;©180108&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2008 13:46:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Angel</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a soul that lives&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of everything to be&lt;br /&gt;An oldfashioned heart wide as the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Modern man, eyes set on infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes hard as stone&lt;br /&gt;sometimes soft as a feather&lt;br /&gt;sometimes in need of silk&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes in need of leather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingdoms come and go&lt;br /&gt;They wake up to brand new dawns&lt;br /&gt;There are perfectly carved houses&lt;br /&gt;and perfectly mowed lawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sings to the beat of the sky&lt;br /&gt;And dances with the birds&lt;br /&gt;Faces life in all its reality&lt;br /&gt;Even when the truth hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castles may fall and tumble&lt;br /&gt;Dragons can be nurtured or slain&lt;br /&gt;The world can be a white whirling heaven&lt;br /&gt;Or a hell filled with fire and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are thoughts for the dreamer&lt;br /&gt;And sustenance for the tortured soul&lt;br /&gt;He who hath the world in his hands&lt;br /&gt;And always appears to be whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not thrown off balance that easily&lt;br /&gt;The gent that wears his heart on his sleeve&lt;br /&gt;Hides away to brood over feelings&lt;br /&gt;But stands up for in what he believes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are worshipped icons and men&lt;br /&gt;The state of statues that will not fall&lt;br /&gt;And in this world of darkness he finds light&lt;br /&gt;By each of the first mornings calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempted but always restrained&lt;br /&gt;Refined and full of ancient courtesy&lt;br /&gt;Full of wisdom and words of poetic praise&lt;br /&gt;Stud to the world - but angel to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©090108&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2008 13:45:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Unrooted</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Unrooted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot brave the sky&lt;br /&gt;and think to escape unscarred&lt;br /&gt;Eagles soar high up above&lt;br /&gt;and land safely on the top&lt;br /&gt;of a tree in the wild lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears may not uncover&lt;br /&gt;The full truth of things inside&lt;br /&gt;Dreams might haunt you&lt;br /&gt;And travels might unravel&lt;br /&gt;the path which needs following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a step back and reflect&lt;br /&gt;See what you truly have&lt;br /&gt;And what you truly need&lt;br /&gt;Can it be nearer than you thought&lt;br /&gt;Right on your emotional doorstep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not at hand, nor nearby&lt;br /&gt;but with some shuffling of time&lt;br /&gt;and space over the face of this earth&lt;br /&gt;Some unlocking of rooted habits;&lt;br /&gt;Earth can be your personal paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©090108&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2008 23:17:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>De Ware Liefde</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;De Ware Liefde&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Waanzin zeg ik je - waanzin&lt;br /&gt;Puur en onvergeten - er is gevaar&lt;br /&gt;Wanneer ik jou zie sterf ik&lt;br /&gt;Bijna vanzelf van binnen aldaar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Niet van verschrikking - nee&lt;br /&gt;Niet van pijn - althans niet zozeer&lt;br /&gt;Als ik jou zie dan stokt&lt;br /&gt;Mijn adem elke keer weer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Ik weet dat ik dromen heb - veel&lt;br /&gt;Die eigenlijk onmogelijk zijn&lt;br /&gt;Vriendschap is het hart alles waard&lt;br /&gt;Zelfs deze steeds terugkerende pijn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Als ik je dan weer met een ander zie&lt;br /&gt;Tijd vervlogen - een nieuwe vlam&lt;br /&gt;Dan weet ik dat ik alleen ben&lt;br /&gt;Maar dat was ik al voordat jij kwam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Ach verzwolgen door de visie - zo groot&lt;br /&gt;Ben ik en ik deins niet terug - ik zou&lt;br /&gt;Eigenlijk wel moeten en het vergeten - toe&lt;br /&gt;Zie mij als niet als meisje maar als vrouw&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Maar nee - ook ik zie wat je bedoelt&lt;br /&gt;Als je zegt dat het niet zou gaan&lt;br /&gt;Want alles riskeren voor de liefde - zou&lt;br /&gt;De vriendschap dan nog wel blijven bestaan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Ik denk alleen aan de passie - tja&lt;br /&gt;Mijn hoofd verstrikt in gevoel&lt;br /&gt;Maar ook ik weet eigenlijk wel beter&lt;br /&gt;Niet alles is altijd geheiligd voor het doel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;En jij - zo groot en sterk - doch vederzacht&lt;br /&gt;Ik weet niet eens waar ik zou moeten beginnen&lt;br /&gt;Wat is wijsheid - het maar gewoon zo laten&lt;br /&gt;En je van een afstandje blijven beminnen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Haal verhaal - maak er een mooi boekje van&lt;br /&gt;Mijn woorden zijn geteld - wezenloos&lt;br /&gt;En als ik oud ben zal ik het begrijpen&lt;br /&gt;Maar het stiekem toch wel jammer vinden&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;- dat je nooit voor mij koos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;©070108&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2008 21:57:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Woman In Me</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Woman In Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that in the sun&lt;br /&gt;When the morning has begun&lt;br /&gt;There lies the answer waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will be celebrating&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;And the dream is not to pass&lt;br /&gt;Where I find things that last&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts in my forehead&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of you instead&lt;br /&gt;Surreal&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Are they emotions to the motions&lt;br /&gt;When I laugh hard at loving potions&lt;br /&gt;When I know they won&apos;t help me&lt;br /&gt;Setting the desires free&lt;br /&gt;From me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Truly I am aghast at those thoughts&lt;br /&gt;When I keep throwing forget-me-nots&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard to shed a different light&lt;br /&gt;But I still remain the same in sight&lt;br /&gt;To see&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Woman - battered child unleashed&lt;br /&gt;&apos;T is the storm before the feast&lt;br /&gt;But given solitude it will not end&lt;br /&gt;When thoughts of flesh are driving me&lt;br /&gt;Around the bend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Hear me know - a woman&apos;s cry&lt;br /&gt;Who is sick of being passed by&lt;br /&gt;Sick of chains unseen and forever bound&lt;br /&gt;Even when no piece of iron can be found&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I am shedding them like pieces of hair&lt;br /&gt;But I have shown too much an image unfair&lt;br /&gt;Now I am the fox playing tricks to be heard&lt;br /&gt;While deep down knowing they are absurd&lt;br /&gt;The attempts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;All I wish is to be seen like me&lt;br /&gt;Not that little girl that was never free&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman now - and still growing to be so&lt;br /&gt;Bummed at the fact that I am being let go&lt;br /&gt;By you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;©060108&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2008 13:39:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&apos;The Crossroads Of Time - Believe&apos; and &apos;The Union&apos;</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Crossroads Of Time - Believe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;When few are the senses of the time&lt;br /&gt;The heart will not succumb but rule&lt;br /&gt;And there are traces left of a million dreams&lt;br /&gt;That come and go as they please&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Whirlwinds are racing and tracing over the land&lt;br /&gt;These dreams what will they bring this time?&lt;br /&gt;Can you hold on to them and run freely&lt;br /&gt;Hunt them down as they try to flee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;There are dreams in there, inside your very soul&lt;br /&gt;Do not ever deny them, but bind them to you&lt;br /&gt;Seek them out when they are most needed - like now&lt;br /&gt;Release them again inside yourself and vow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;That whatever life brings and lays on your doorstep&lt;br /&gt;That you&apos;ll never give up, but will keep going&lt;br /&gt;Until the very earth rises up again and lifts you up&lt;br /&gt;And those dreams float free outside the cup&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Lay your head to rest tonight knowing this&lt;br /&gt;That all will find it&apos;s way back again to where it belongs&lt;br /&gt;The roads will cross and wind and combine&lt;br /&gt;And soon you&apos;ll wake up one morning and feel fine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Copyright 301207&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The Union&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear music; love and life they come&lt;br /&gt;and form a line in front of me&lt;br /&gt;That I had said these words to thee&lt;br /&gt;and held it close forever; wishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light that came shining through&lt;br /&gt;The trees that seemed to set the sky&lt;br /&gt;Alight with flames of greenery&lt;br /&gt;The birds most nearer by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hath held thee close&lt;br /&gt;and said these words so true&lt;br /&gt;Where I would look upon thee&lt;br /&gt;and swear none other I would woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreams would soothe and linger&lt;br /&gt;Where thou more nearer by&lt;br /&gt;The times would change into a reverie&lt;br /&gt;Where &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; would be - nolonger merely thou and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 311207&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2007 16:24:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Clearing The Paths</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clearing The Paths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I stop myself from drowning in your vision&lt;br /&gt;That eyes that tell the soul and the world to go on&lt;br /&gt;And live their lives as they want it to&lt;br /&gt;But what about you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Do paths of roses only bloom for others - not you&lt;br /&gt;Do skies only shimmer sunlight through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;And raindrops only fall when soil needs it&lt;br /&gt;How does that fit?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Is there a train of thoughts that goes all the way&lt;br /&gt;And brings back those memories to you to feel&lt;br /&gt;Is there a party that&apos;s neverending and forever&lt;br /&gt;Could life be that clever?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;As the going rates go and shiver down a pipe of lead&lt;br /&gt;And dreams wake you up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Sudden stop for where you are supposed to go&lt;br /&gt;And do you know?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Rain, the sun, the stars, the moon all will be aligned&lt;br /&gt;Come that day that freedom will appear to you and smile&lt;br /&gt;Breaking all the rules that they have set&lt;br /&gt;So life can be lived&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;- Also outside your head -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;©301207&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 23:06:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ocean Wide</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ocean Wide&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh let the heart breathe&lt;br /&gt;When the mind cannot survive&lt;br /&gt;Where as I lay here in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I should be more alive&lt;br /&gt;What daredevils dare pass&lt;br /&gt;And come to take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Where I cannot follow them&lt;br /&gt;Sinking my feet in quick sand&lt;br /&gt;Allow me space; space to dream&lt;br /&gt;Forsake me not this time&lt;br /&gt;When I wish I could be everything&lt;br /&gt;And you perhaps could be mine&lt;br /&gt;What dreamlover would that be&lt;br /&gt;Who is this ghost that haunts my mind&lt;br /&gt;My dream angel to come and take me away&lt;br /&gt;Where noone else could ever find&lt;br /&gt;I truly think life is simply not enough&lt;br /&gt;Without someone by my side&lt;br /&gt;Whom I could love the old fashioned way&lt;br /&gt;Deep, solid, breathless, forever, ocean wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©281207&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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