<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912133669974583683</id><updated>2011-12-15T18:45:16.762-08:00</updated><category term='daddy'/><title type='text'>9eek 9od</title><subtitle type='html'>Because there is a Man in every Woman... metaphorically</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912133669974583683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eStee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038661455342270656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xe5232gQNN8/TuqwqXqGHxI/AAAAAAAAFJc/U_jzSIoRBBs/s220/IMG00129-20091226-1632.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912133669974583683.post-5322434341450993115</id><published>2008-04-21T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:47:30.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy'/><title type='text'>You taught me LOVE</title><content type='html'>You taught me that love comes without a reason&lt;br /&gt;It's a gift, no matter the season&lt;br /&gt;Rain, shine, snowfall or hail&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me never fails&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're the greatest teacher&lt;br /&gt;Teaching me life's greatest feature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answer me whenever I call&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how hard I fall&lt;br /&gt;You lift me up with love and kindness&lt;br /&gt;In your heart family's always first&lt;br /&gt;I call you endearingly daddy&lt;br /&gt;You've taught me how wonderful love can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your never-ending caresses flow&lt;br /&gt;If this a game, you'll win the Olympic GOLD&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to express my gratitude&lt;br /&gt;To a father who showed us the magnitude&lt;br /&gt;Of Love and daddy, with that&lt;br /&gt;I thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy we love you so much&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to express it as such&lt;br /&gt;Because you're the pillar of strength&lt;br /&gt;You're just our superman&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to love&lt;br /&gt;Like the caring God from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a few men like you&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus must have knew&lt;br /&gt;That you were a special soul&lt;br /&gt;To have and to hold&lt;br /&gt;And you were perfect for us&lt;br /&gt;Because we were perfect for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912133669974583683-5322434341450993115?l=9eek9od.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/feeds/5322434341450993115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912133669974583683&amp;postID=5322434341450993115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912133669974583683/posts/default/5322434341450993115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912133669974583683/posts/default/5322434341450993115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-taught-me-love.html' title='You taught me LOVE'/><author><name>eStee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038661455342270656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xe5232gQNN8/TuqwqXqGHxI/AAAAAAAAFJc/U_jzSIoRBBs/s220/IMG00129-20091226-1632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912133669974583683.post-7001665388034770873</id><published>2008-04-18T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:27:39.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just hate&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the face&lt;br /&gt;And then fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just hate&lt;br /&gt;The bitter broken pieces&lt;br /&gt;On my clean clean sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish&lt;br /&gt;You'd spend a little more time&lt;br /&gt;To get to know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's just me&lt;br /&gt;And I won't be here for long&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so so bad&lt;br /&gt;When affections fall to dust&lt;br /&gt;You are unworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted my caress&lt;br /&gt;Wasted my thoughtful prayers&lt;br /&gt;You just fall asleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912133669974583683-7001665388034770873?l=9eek9od.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/feeds/7001665388034770873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912133669974583683&amp;postID=7001665388034770873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912133669974583683/posts/default/7001665388034770873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912133669974583683/posts/default/7001665388034770873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/2008/04/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>eStee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038661455342270656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xe5232gQNN8/TuqwqXqGHxI/AAAAAAAAFJc/U_jzSIoRBBs/s220/IMG00129-20091226-1632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912133669974583683.post-8145145073546362389</id><published>2008-04-18T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:21:37.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the same anymore</title><content type='html'>You don't touch the same;&lt;br /&gt;Or kiss the same&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the lion in you's been tamed&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps it's just me&lt;br /&gt;Too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;That I wasn't a PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't hug the same,&lt;br /&gt;Or caress the same,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps sympathy is the name of the game&lt;br /&gt;And I should just wake up&lt;br /&gt;Strut on out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't look at me the same&lt;br /&gt;Or smile the same&lt;br /&gt;Or kiss the same&lt;br /&gt;Or return a gentle touch&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its just me&lt;br /&gt;Expecting too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sounds echo from the walls&lt;br /&gt;Of someone else longing&lt;br /&gt;But this longing will one day die out&lt;br /&gt;Just as easily as it came about&lt;br /&gt;The day when an opened door&lt;br /&gt;To someone else's embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd know the pain and the insanity&lt;br /&gt;The injustice and the ignorance&lt;br /&gt;The story behind the lost embrace&lt;br /&gt;Behind this lost face&lt;br /&gt;The bitter aftertaste, lost in the rat race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't wink the same&lt;br /&gt;Or blink the same&lt;br /&gt;Or smile the same&lt;br /&gt;And it's just no longer my name&lt;br /&gt;In this dirty dirty game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because forever gives its chances&lt;br /&gt;To the worthy candidates&lt;br /&gt;And if you aren't too late&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all these you'll salvage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912133669974583683-8145145073546362389?l=9eek9od.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/feeds/8145145073546362389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912133669974583683&amp;postID=8145145073546362389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912133669974583683/posts/default/8145145073546362389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912133669974583683/posts/default/8145145073546362389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-same-anymore.html' title='Not the same anymore'/><author><name>eStee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038661455342270656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xe5232gQNN8/TuqwqXqGHxI/AAAAAAAAFJc/U_jzSIoRBBs/s220/IMG00129-20091226-1632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912133669974583683.post-8341081035264070738</id><published>2008-02-25T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:44:57.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheets</title><content type='html'>Because a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;Is the distance between&lt;br /&gt;Though it seems only a breath away&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day the wolves will stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the crevices of your cold cold heat&lt;br /&gt;Is where angels find solace&lt;br /&gt;And though you don't see it now&lt;br /&gt;It was one day be too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angels would have taken flight&lt;br /&gt;The children would have matured&lt;br /&gt;The petals would have withered&lt;br /&gt;And it would be all too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For teas will dry up&lt;br /&gt;A warm heart will turn cold&lt;br /&gt;And there will be no one left to..&lt;br /&gt;dry these clean sheets anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it will be another chapter&lt;br /&gt;Of years gone by&lt;br /&gt;When you will remember the days fondly&lt;br /&gt;When history repeats itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xe5232gQNN8/TuqwqXqGHxI/AAAAAAAAFJc/U_jzSIoRBBs/s220/IMG00129-20091226-1632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912133669974583683.post-1918538848588197858</id><published>2008-02-21T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T01:16:19.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bent Crooked</title><content type='html'>I look over to the left, a bit off centre&lt;br /&gt;There she sits, cross legged in banter&lt;br /&gt;With some other girl I don''t know now&lt;br /&gt;Each their own they both cry foul&lt;br /&gt;I peer silently afraid my eyes would betray&lt;br /&gt;The morals of mine all tattered and frayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another tomorrow, some other today&lt;br /&gt;But the happy beams of sunlight shy away&lt;br /&gt;Premonition, Pandemonium, end of days&lt;br /&gt;Earthquakes tsunamis, this vengeance we must pay&lt;br /&gt;Apocalypse dawns on us come what may&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not, that's the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watershed of tears, torrents of pain&lt;br /&gt;Lash on the hungry soul - nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;This lonely planet is not ours for long&lt;br /&gt;The transient calls of the nightingale's song&lt;br /&gt;But we leave our worries for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Postpone the dreaded feet's crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we cry when crying does no good&lt;br /&gt;It won't help us breathe or give us food&lt;br /&gt;These useless rivers of misery&lt;br /&gt;Shackled and chained, dying to be free&lt;br /&gt;From the one thing we love that hold us down&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps all the world's a stage and we, but clowns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912133669974583683-1918538848588197858?l=9eek9od.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xe5232gQNN8/TuqwqXqGHxI/AAAAAAAAFJc/U_jzSIoRBBs/s220/IMG00129-20091226-1632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912133669974583683.post-8698557013103019529</id><published>2008-02-17T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T09:44:17.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 minutes too late</title><content type='html'>I would have left no footprints&lt;br /&gt;No trace - hell it's a ratrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would not have seen me disappear&lt;br /&gt;Not for a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been completely silent&lt;br /&gt;The speakers burnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would not but feel the skin&lt;br /&gt;Anymore within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the voice of reason is no friend&lt;br /&gt;What's broken we cannot mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the sorries will do no more good&lt;br /&gt;Ashes left from burnt wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes too late -- I'm sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912133669974583683-8698557013103019529?l=9eek9od.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/feeds/8698557013103019529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912133669974583683&amp;postID=8698557013103019529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912133669974583683/posts/default/8698557013103019529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912133669974583683/posts/default/8698557013103019529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-minutes-too-late.html' title='2 minutes too late'/><author><name>eStee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038661455342270656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xe5232gQNN8/TuqwqXqGHxI/AAAAAAAAFJc/U_jzSIoRBBs/s220/IMG00129-20091226-1632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912133669974583683.post-4461651982478589283</id><published>2008-02-17T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T09:29:50.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Cause</title><content type='html'>It's a lost cause as I lay beside a rock&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a deserted island, the vultures mock&lt;br /&gt;I roll over belly up trying to entice&lt;br /&gt;It was just not worth it, this life&lt;br /&gt;The snores from the caves bellow&lt;br /&gt;It is I, the unfortunate fellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they don't want you&lt;br /&gt;You're not good enough too&lt;br /&gt;Neglected and left all alone&lt;br /&gt;Soul sapped and dried to the bone&lt;br /&gt;Because he doesn't understand or listens&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day the tide will turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This land a shadow of its once glory&lt;br /&gt;Each man has his own tale - his own story&lt;br /&gt;The bellowing of wind only get louder&lt;br /&gt;Deep within it makes me ponder&lt;br /&gt;That this is a lost battle, a lost cause&lt;br /&gt;I'll just leave it to another coin toss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because things have changed unlike the past&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was I the fool who think it'll last&lt;br /&gt;Tarry for a second - all this so transcient&lt;br /&gt;Thin and fragile like sheets of aluminium&lt;br /&gt;The winds blow the leaves away&lt;br /&gt;But I'll do my raking another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tosses and turns all the while unalarmed&lt;br /&gt;While in my mind the thoughts swarm&lt;br /&gt;To another place in the distant future&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps where men were born with 24 ears&lt;br /&gt;Each for an hour to listen to our nothings&lt;br /&gt;Then that day there will be no loss of wedding rings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912133669974583683-4461651982478589283?l=9eek9od.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/feeds/4461651982478589283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912133669974583683&amp;postID=4461651982478589283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912133669974583683/posts/default/4461651982478589283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912133669974583683/posts/default/4461651982478589283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost-cause.html' title='Lost Cause'/><author><name>eStee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038661455342270656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xe5232gQNN8/TuqwqXqGHxI/AAAAAAAAFJc/U_jzSIoRBBs/s220/IMG00129-20091226-1632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912133669974583683.post-6657262727987728530</id><published>2008-02-14T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:34:48.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>Torn - what a pretty word that trickles&lt;br /&gt;Off the tongue, like honey suckles&lt;br /&gt;But in reality, its being pulled apart&lt;br /&gt;By unseen forces, they tear and cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's already in the glass jar&lt;br /&gt;The other dangling below the bar&lt;br /&gt;In the same vein one's struggle&lt;br /&gt;Is another one's gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare beyond the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the tears of porcelain&lt;br /&gt;Because being torn is much more than&lt;br /&gt;Grinding boulders to finely grained sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I lift you up in my too small palm&lt;br /&gt;As the undertaker carries you off to embalm&lt;br /&gt;Your lifeless body in the cold cold room&lt;br /&gt;To feel guilty it was I that caused your doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sorry it's all too late&lt;br /&gt;Call me stupid, silly or fake&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm just loch nest monster&lt;br /&gt;Lost at the bottom of Scotland's lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could pull you out&lt;br /&gt;But your dreams all shattered and visions clout&lt;br /&gt;Block out my screams of assistance&lt;br /&gt;To your heart lost in the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you find the happiness you deserve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xe5232gQNN8/TuqwqXqGHxI/AAAAAAAAFJc/U_jzSIoRBBs/s220/IMG00129-20091226-1632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912133669974583683.post-1402065896251548370</id><published>2008-01-10T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:45:11.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone else's toxic</title><content type='html'>Like strings of silken pearls,&lt;br /&gt;The words roll out, the flag unfurls&lt;br /&gt;They cannot be retrieved,&lt;br /&gt;Nor minced or sieved&lt;br /&gt;Like a ripple across the heart&lt;br /&gt;To stomach the words, the  hardest part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun catcher dusty and forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Mint condition nothing broken&lt;br /&gt;Except it's heart, cold and lifeless&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for another cold blooded curse&lt;br /&gt;Because it what it is, this neglected kiss&lt;br /&gt;And when it's gone then you'll start to miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's ringing of a phantom pain&lt;br /&gt;One the surface fine but nothing's the same&lt;br /&gt;Because you eyes have turned cold&lt;br /&gt;And every stare has a story to be told&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to ask anymore&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason for tears to more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not today, not ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912133669974583683-1402065896251548370?l=9eek9od.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/feeds/1402065896251548370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912133669974583683&amp;postID=1402065896251548370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Because things of the old will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; be good enough&lt;br /&gt;It tumbles and dries - all rough and tough&lt;br /&gt;The shadows of yonder recede into the stiffled laughs&lt;br /&gt;My hands bleed from the tightened cuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes through the hammer anvil and stirrup&lt;br /&gt;But not once do the sounds echo - or even ever register&lt;br /&gt;The blue liquid overspills the borders of the cup&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wish them away, sweep them under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the salt dries on the sand bank&lt;br /&gt;The sea weeds dead, the grime settled and sank&lt;br /&gt;The water seems clear, almost crystal like a smile&lt;br /&gt;But maybe only for that while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all I was asking for were words far too taboo&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in my mind I was scared of hearing them too&lt;br /&gt;To plead and ask for another breath&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything to give - anything left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look but don't see&lt;br /&gt;We talk but never perceive&lt;br /&gt;The invisible tears and broken walls&lt;br /&gt;The fateful day the Berlin falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of raindrops and broken umbrellas&lt;br /&gt;Of broken bicycles and catastrophized cars&lt;br /&gt;Mangled in the ruins of a tomorrow just a minute away&lt;br /&gt;Again I hear the all too familiar beep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and all over again drift off to sleep ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912133669974583683-5412981153335763065?l=9eek9od.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/feeds/5412981153335763065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912133669974583683&amp;postID=5412981153335763065' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Own Wonderland</title><content type='html'>To have lost the most precious thing,&lt;br /&gt;But to have found another&lt;br /&gt;Was the trade of worth this inkling&lt;br /&gt;That maybe through loss we find solace&lt;br /&gt;From the depths of the now broken curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems to me the journey is new&lt;br /&gt;Many trod down, but to survive, a few&lt;br /&gt;And I look around at all the carcasses&lt;br /&gt;This fate, some have had it worst&lt;br /&gt;But was it really worth the heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the most precious thing has been lost&lt;br /&gt;And I have to fool myself of a noble cause&lt;br /&gt;To continue to walk down this road&lt;br /&gt;And the tales of life slowly unfold&lt;br /&gt;To eyes that have not seen the glitteratti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I look at you and wonder if one day&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll look back from the podium below&lt;br /&gt;And point like the others, and reminisce&lt;br /&gt;The story that had long gone cold&lt;br /&gt;And lost to another polished diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I look down and tell myself&lt;br /&gt;It was all worth it if for that moment&lt;br /&gt;I experienced my very own fairytale&lt;br /&gt;In my very own wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Where Alice never sheds a tear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912133669974583683-1027208513086821815?l=9eek9od.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/feeds/1027208513086821815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912133669974583683&amp;postID=1027208513086821815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912133669974583683/posts/default/1027208513086821815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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can only stare&lt;br /&gt;With eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;Sucking in the moment&lt;br /&gt;Into the abysses of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I thought happened to someone else&lt;br /&gt;Fell right into my arms&lt;br /&gt;Onto my lap&lt;br /&gt;And actually sat still, not squirming&lt;br /&gt;I pinch myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think it's a dream&lt;br /&gt;I pinch myself harder&lt;br /&gt;Because this cannot be true&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever is so perfect&lt;br /&gt;As perfect as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stare at the star sprinkled skies&lt;br /&gt;Watching the fairies fly&lt;br /&gt;A shooting star falls&lt;br /&gt;Yet another heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;And I am angry I am fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The is something about the "we"&lt;br /&gt;It scares the hell out me&lt;br /&gt;Because 2 can be broken&lt;br /&gt;Or ripped apart&lt;br /&gt;As easily as they can be velcro-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it all but velcro&lt;br /&gt;Comes loose when pulled apart&lt;br /&gt;The transcience of the moment&lt;br /&gt;The belonging that is no more yours&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not you like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it once, I returned it once&lt;br /&gt;We're even now&lt;br /&gt;And so I find myself velcro-ed&lt;br /&gt;Once again to the very thing I fear&lt;br /&gt;Could once again rip this fragile being apart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912133669974583683-8154323533812131150?l=9eek9od.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://9eek9od.blogspot.com/feeds/8154323533812131150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6912133669974583683&amp;postID=8154323533812131150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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on to my left&lt;br /&gt;Hardly sufficient, there's more than 10&lt;br /&gt;I try to understand that it isn't theft&lt;br /&gt;Of one's time, money and emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every guy seems to be on his knee&lt;br /&gt;Every girl swoons in the white white gown&lt;br /&gt;Now, no not me, later - perhaps, maybe&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it just freak you out,&lt;br /&gt;No i don't smile, it makes me frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under one roof, 24/7&lt;br /&gt;It's just part and parcel of growing up&lt;br /&gt;And no I don't think it'll be heaven&lt;br /&gt;No, not me, siree, not yet&lt;br /&gt;But all about love, it's hardly even that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, big up for you&lt;br /&gt;For daring to leap blindfolded - almost&lt;br /&gt;One day maybe I'll be like that too&lt;br /&gt;But for now I'd rather boast&lt;br /&gt;About my very carefree life, thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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