<?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-5005461511376359840</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:58:01.601-08:00</updated><category term='None'/><title type='text'>S.W.I.M.  - Spoken Word In Motion</title><subtitle type='html'>The ramblings of an unknown poet</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-8153341412219870590</id><published>2011-11-18T15:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T15:28:15.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandonment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinking about the kids on the streets&lt;br&gt;cold wind blows, they feet meet the concrete&lt;br&gt;Bundled up in tattered clothes, it's all they eva known&lt;br&gt;never felt the warmth of love or tenderness that can be sown&lt;br&gt;Deep wells of anger, hatred bottled up inside&lt;br&gt;Now they sit in the dark, find the prey, to Seek then to Hide&lt;br&gt;watchin' otha youth, wishin' they went to school&lt;br&gt;had an education and not the street degree people think is cool&lt;br&gt;Scars on they body, wishin' they were somebody&lt;br&gt;but these marks make it hard to forget they just a body&lt;br&gt;An empty shell, they can't show no real emotion&lt;br&gt;only thing they think they know about God is he don't like em, keep it in motion&lt;br&gt;As the cars zoom by, a tear streaks as they ask Why&lt;br&gt;"I'm a good kid, I swear, just dealt a bad hand, but I try!"&lt;br&gt;Deaf ears listen intently, so the words fall flat to the earth&lt;br&gt;left for dead in a dumpster, dead from the moment they mom gave birth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you walk by that child, you glance but keep it movin'&lt;br&gt;Know ya shoulda spoke, but got worried about what ya doin'&lt;br&gt;"What if people see me? How can I declare my faith?&lt;br&gt;This childs already given up hope, it's written on their face"&lt;br&gt;And so yet another saved soul passes, without ever reaching out&lt;br&gt;That kid dies 4 days later, stabbed by a mugger, cuz nobody would shout ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-8153341412219870590?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8153341412219870590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2011/11/abandonment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/8153341412219870590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/8153341412219870590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2011/11/abandonment.html' title='Abandonment'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-7662411414130425653</id><published>2011-11-18T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T15:13:47.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internal decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like the wings of a beautiful flightless dove, broken&lt;br&gt;Worded sentences that are put out of place, misspoken&lt;br&gt;At times we close our eyes and rely on what can't be seen&lt;br&gt;blindfolded to ourselves we scream inside, at times demean&lt;br&gt;devalue, but in everything it has its value&lt;br&gt;Though take care with your words, or let them loose, shall you ..&lt;br&gt;Conspire to be greater, aspirations of the taker&lt;br&gt;Let loose in the kitchen, all the ingredients, you the baker&lt;br&gt;Enemy corrupted, minds disrupted&lt;br&gt;Peel back the lids and see for yourself how you've been instructed&lt;br&gt;The way it's conducted, as though your minds been abducted&lt;br&gt;Subjegated in its place, broken down and reconstructed&lt;br&gt;So we get down on our knees, raise our arms and heads to the sky&lt;br&gt;Jesus you are the leader, and in all things you know why&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-7662411414130425653?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7662411414130425653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2011/11/internal-decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/7662411414130425653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/7662411414130425653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2011/11/internal-decisions.html' title='Internal decisions'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-5862258089084707457</id><published>2011-10-06T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:22:14.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me start off, with saying that this view is expressly mine. This is in no way shape or form a reflection of anyone else, or any Church affiliation. That being said, let's begin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am extremely sick and tired of "Homophobic" teachings, and just "Homophobia" in general. You choose to live your life one way, and I another. If I throw my religion in your face constantly, telling and yelling @ you that you must accept it, you cry fowl. You claim that I am not being fair, and that you deserve a voice. On the other hand though, you think it right that you can bowl over any/all who oppose your standpoint? You can not be a follower of Christ, and be homosexual. It clearly states so in the bible. It may "feel good", but a lot of SIN does. That does not make it right. If you want to openly (or behind closed doors) be gay, then you are allowed to by all means. You are NOT allowed however to coin a term "Homophobia" at any and everyone who disagrees with you being gay. I have no fear of you. The only thing I fear is my creator and saviour. Who are you to tell the government, and the CHURCH, what they must teach? Why is the government so weak that they bow down? Homosexuality promotes no future. Man + Women = Child. Child = Future. Man + Man = no offspring. Woman + Woman = no offspring. If everyone was gay, there would be no US. None of heterosexual people I know, will taunt a homosexual person. I've seen homosexuals yell, physically harm, and torment straight people though. Threaten them, as well as their children .. simply because we do not agree with homosexuality. There is NO future in homosexuality. I can not, and WILL not stand for it. There is no bias. I don't agree with ANY sin. The difference between me falling off of the road sometimes but getting back up, and walking towards God still, is that I KNOW I've fallen. I KNOW I've sinned. I repent, and try to never make that mistake again. Actively sinning, falling off the road, loving the place you are off the road, and thinking God is cool with it, is completely wrong. How can you read the bible, believe in God and Christ, and sin so happily while claiming him as your Lord and Saviour? It's impossible. He died on the cross so that we DON'T fall back into the sin you're so gladly living in. Do you feel no remorse? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The whole reason for this, is this whole thing with the Liberals in Ontario. How DARE you tell me I have to teach my child about accepting homosexuality as a proper way of life. That is NOT for you to decide, that is for me as a parent. Not only have you gotten a weak government with no spine on board, you're also corrupting Catholic Churches, and kids being home-schooled. My child will know not to bully, and to love everyone. That's because of the Agope love of our Father God. Love the sinner, hate the sin. I know people who are homosexual, and while I completely disagree with their lifestyle, I love them with all my heart. I pray that they come to their senses, but I do not bully them.&amp;#160; Homosexual advocates often claim that there are more suicides due to bullying, feeling unloved, and unwanted. How do we not also take into account the homosexuals who ARE the bullies, make heterosexuals feel unloved, and unwanted? Why do they get to play the helpless victim, while secretly sliding the initiative of acceptance on us. It isn't about acceptance. The world has long since accepted homosexuality. The thing I see happening is a corruption, through mis-information. Homosexuality is a CHOICE. There are no two ways about it. You are NOT born homosexual. There are absolutely no scientific studies to support that. Homosexuality may be okay in your life, but you do NOT have the right to teach my children it is okay. This is in DIRECT contradiction to my beliefs, and my teachings. My teaching my child about God, and Gods love, is all that they need. There are radical Christians out there who seek to devalue and deface homosexuals. I disagree with them. I think anyone who has a true understanding of Gods love disagrees with them too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marriage, is between Man, Woman, and God. If you want to be "married", then coin your own term, and use it. Marriage is from God. By trying to fight for same sex marriage, it's also yet another way of forcing people into having believed that the Church is okay with homosexuality. It isn't. We aren't. And if they are, they aren't abiding by Gods written word. This all upsets me so, as I have a young daughter who was just born into this world. If things continue as they are, with God being removed from schools, and Homosexuality replacing him, I am most certainly uprooting from Canada and heading back to the states. If I can't homeschool my child, because even that course of study will be mandatory for them to be taught, else they fail, I'm definitely leaving. To have the government tell me I am not allowed to remove my child from school, because of what they are being taught, is outlandish to me. The whole thing we should be concerned about is BULLYING. Not the root of the bullying, but BULLYING in general. If a kid stops getting bullied because he is gay, but is getting bullied now because he's obese, is that okay? No. We need to place proper values and morals into our children. Things like the gay pride parade, are horrible. That is not child friendly. Half naked people walking the streets? Fully nude people at times. Sexual acts performed for all to see? No. Never will I accept that. By my belief, you are living your life wrong, and when the time comes of judgement, you will pay heavily for your sins. Hell is not a one night party that's fun. It is eternal, and painful. The way I raise my child should have nothing to do with the government so long as they are tolerant, understanding, loving, caring, and allowed to love their Father with all their hearts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reading blogs about how people who are openly against homosexuality get chastized, is bewildering. They want their voices to be heard, yet they stiffle ours at every avenue. It's not right. Again, to say you'll rape someones child, because they do not approve of your lifestyle, is too much. WAY too much. I follow Christ, but I am still human. If anyone, and I mean ANYONE ever laid a hand on my daughter against her will, it's game time. You can live your life your way, but don't you dare try to tell me how I need to approve and comply with yours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Richie .. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-5862258089084707457?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5862258089084707457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2011/10/society.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/5862258089084707457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/5862258089084707457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2011/10/society.html' title='Society'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-8724525867501184532</id><published>2010-10-18T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T12:46:20.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Slowly going deeper&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into the things that have formed me in the past&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get passed my past&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weather forecast predicts rain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dams of my eyes break&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floods come rushing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the revelation &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opportunity to claw my way up&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the earth keeps falling back to fill the hole&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky turns a brilliant blue&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds chirp their enthusiasm at my attempt to come free&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free from the bondage&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more shackles&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more chains&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more bondage&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am free&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing atop the ground&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the pit which I once called my home &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize the journey hasn't even fully begun &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each step leads to another step&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roadblocks may come to hinder progression &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the lesson is not in regression&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in getting passed those obstacles &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your eyes clear and steady on the prize&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the goal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep walking to follow you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't punish us for falling &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You embrace us when we get up&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So easy to sit and wallow &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads to sinking in your own tears &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and fight &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move your feet forward&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep marching&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep .. marching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-8724525867501184532?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8724525867501184532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/10/deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/8724525867501184532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/8724525867501184532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/10/deep.html' title='Deep'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-3629243612129209326</id><published>2010-10-17T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T16:17:26.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>Just ..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the time to finally break through&lt;br /&gt;The ..&lt;br /&gt;moment to fully realize the potential&lt;br /&gt;Look to the sky, see it shine&lt;br /&gt;stars and moon aligned&lt;br /&gt;and in due time&lt;br /&gt;find the rhythm that I can call mine&lt;br /&gt;Fleeting moments of sadness&lt;br /&gt;encompassed by torrents of joy and happiness&lt;br /&gt;Walking the positive walk, no longer hovering like a hawk&lt;br /&gt;Real talk&lt;br /&gt;Empowered&lt;br /&gt;I have the power&lt;br /&gt;Sun shines growth on flowers&lt;br /&gt;Never to cower&lt;br /&gt;I shower&lt;br /&gt;The entire globe with my love spread wide&lt;br /&gt;Wings splayed open with nothing more to hide&lt;br /&gt;Lusts and indulgences put aside&lt;br /&gt;Cast away along with stupid pride&lt;br /&gt;In stride&lt;br /&gt;walking a better walk&lt;br /&gt;Ears cleaned and ready to listen to God talk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-3629243612129209326?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3629243612129209326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/10/breakthrough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/3629243612129209326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/3629243612129209326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/10/breakthrough.html' title='Breakthrough'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-4600466398245133122</id><published>2010-09-12T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:43:37.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Off to sleep while I silently weep&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying prayers for the lost as they face a new week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-4600466398245133122?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4600466398245133122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/09/bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/4600466398245133122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/4600466398245133122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/09/bed.html' title='Bed'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-6932853562777741324</id><published>2010-09-11T02:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T02:07:34.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear me</title><content type='html'>Now listen .. no time for repetition&lt;br /&gt;the precision in the mission is like nuclear fission &lt;br /&gt;an explosion .. knowing time is golden&lt;br /&gt;beholding the notion that was lost in the commotion&lt;br /&gt;I'm open letting all these people see me&lt;br /&gt;part to the past that lead to the deceiving &lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing, seething, tears start streaming&lt;br /&gt;bleeding sweat in thought, my minds still dreaming&lt;br /&gt;believing, an omnipotent being&lt;br /&gt;I can't see you but I'm still fearful without seeing&lt;br /&gt;perpetual love, from my daddy above&lt;br /&gt;always watching over me especially when times got rough&lt;br /&gt;I turned my back, even times I talked smack&lt;br /&gt;hit me with the force to knock my moral train off track&lt;br /&gt;I was derailed, impaled my negative thoughts&lt;br /&gt;changed the wheels, same tires, so the nail was still caught&lt;br /&gt;I'm runnin' on flats, no spare left in the trunk&lt;br /&gt;convoluted emotions filtered with a layer of junk&lt;br /&gt;then I drop to knees, tears streaming down my face&lt;br /&gt;floodgates to my eyes broke loose an gave chase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-6932853562777741324?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6932853562777741324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Society - unfinished</title><content type='html'>People now a days are struggling with they strife&lt;br /&gt;not realizin' perpetuation stays in the sight&lt;br /&gt;But at night it's like&lt;br /&gt;everything is lookin shady&lt;br /&gt;corners littered with children holdin' they own babies&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 9 I was fine&lt;br /&gt;grew a little older and felt the emptiness in my mind&lt;br /&gt;start expandin .. something I couldn't imagine&lt;br /&gt;partially grasped the gist but not the full understandin&lt;br /&gt;so I wandered, squandered, lost in the fog&lt;br /&gt;trusting societies perception of God&lt;br /&gt;That was wrong, but I didn't know better&lt;br /&gt;How could I trust in God when I had more faith in my beretta &lt;br /&gt;Watching people around me, all failing profoundly&lt;br /&gt;while they to surround me with their ignorance abounding&lt;br /&gt;I was bounded, confounded, an so astounded&lt;br /&gt;by my own inadequacy that was so seemingly founded&lt;br /&gt;I found it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so alone, finding my solace in poems&lt;br /&gt;writing lyrics reaching out for something that I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;being told .. I was stagnant could never grow&lt;br /&gt;felt life was cold, and that's as far as it would ever go&lt;br /&gt;And then one day, something really simple changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Saw the shine an thought my life would be ended by knife&lt;br /&gt;went threw my skin, but the pain didn't begin&lt;br /&gt;went out of my mind, grabbed the knife and stuck it in him&lt;br /&gt;when I got back home, and then it was known&lt;br /&gt;Thought I wasn't harmed till I saw the gash on my arm&lt;br /&gt;it was the dead of the night, so I thought it was alright&lt;br /&gt;woke up the next morning faced with a lingering plight&lt;br /&gt;my life now suddenly seeming to have more meaning&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't ignore the truth when my wound was still gleaming&lt;br /&gt;it's beaming, such a radiant shine ..&lt;br /&gt;could have been worse if I hadn't moved my body in time&lt;br /&gt;guess it's time ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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unfinished'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-7939221484406704984</id><published>2010-07-23T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:30:05.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>Tears slide down my face with a relative path&lt;br /&gt;guided by gravity and my sorrows from past&lt;br /&gt;carving a way, down my ebony skin&lt;br /&gt;leaving trails of sadness to let the healing begin&lt;br /&gt;Salt deposits felt, so time to scrub my face&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired, so I yawned .. oops, was this poem out of place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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glistening with youthful joy&lt;br /&gt;ears properly cleaned to navigate the canals in his hoy&lt;br /&gt;Weighed down by the knowledge that just keeps on growing&lt;br /&gt;Raise my hand eager to show that my learnings weren't plateauing&lt;br /&gt;As I'm called I stand, and tidy my bow ..&lt;br /&gt;"I've forged my heart with God .. so I'm good .. ya know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya boi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-1215266706232126151?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1215266706232126151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/07/forged-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Lefts and rights, gazed in the maze&lt;br /&gt;eyes waxed over as the subtleties get phased ..&lt;br /&gt;out&lt;br /&gt;Iron out the kinks&lt;br /&gt;losing identity to the masses and being restricted from think..&lt;br /&gt;ing&lt;br /&gt;Turning into a monotonous drone&lt;br /&gt;A clone of those who are prone to all the things that the Lord doesn't condone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the sky&lt;br /&gt;wonder why the hues are so deep&lt;br /&gt;Saturated with goodness as we flock to be his sheep&lt;br /&gt;guidance .. and reassurance of the land&lt;br /&gt;keeps us pressing forward to the given task we have at hand&lt;br /&gt;Losing ones identity in who they are to be from the Lord&lt;br /&gt;is something quite troubling, and something that strikes a chord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You .. you think you know better than the creator?&lt;br /&gt;The one who is smooth like velvet, the original debater?&lt;br /&gt;Much of a debate it isn't, as you could never find the words&lt;br /&gt;to suppress his incredible love and knowledge filled inside of ears of verbs&lt;br /&gt;Like the corn splits, so do our shells&lt;br /&gt;exposing our soft insides that we often try to sell&lt;br /&gt;Black market ..&lt;br /&gt;Giving up what God gave us as our gift&lt;br /&gt;the very life that Jesus died to save, and thus creating a rift&lt;br /&gt;Our differing view to what we believe God has planned&lt;br /&gt;as though true ideals of justice could ever be based off Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget who God made you to be, the reason for your call&lt;br /&gt;the embodiment of Jesus Christ our Lord, the rock that never falls&lt;br /&gt;When help is needed, just stretch out a hand&lt;br /&gt;he's always reaching out for you, our tender loving father helps us stand&lt;br /&gt;adversity all around, our brothers and sisters unite&lt;br /&gt;grasping our other hand and slip into the night&lt;br /&gt;Shining our lights into the darkest of hearts&lt;br /&gt;inserting Gods wisdom back where it was always from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collapsed minds lose themselves to the insanity that's a foreign object&lt;br /&gt;Tool of the enemy placed inside to try to make us forget and defect&lt;br /&gt;We are prefects, and as precursors to his love&lt;br /&gt;comes the removal of our burdens, the weights gone .. above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-7729794726407579133?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7729794726407579133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Often wonder, the depth of blunders&lt;br /&gt;shake and quake like the Earth inner layers down under&lt;br /&gt;Something inside me growing, not knowing it's intent&lt;br /&gt;unknown to be known, yet known that it's present in a sense&lt;br /&gt;Welling up, I meditate on what it may be&lt;br /&gt;praying that it's the opposite of latent negativity&lt;br /&gt;Over come what has been, try to produce the not&lt;br /&gt;begin with new beginnings, take a fated shot&lt;br /&gt;So many emotions going on inside, after the border ride&lt;br /&gt;skip jumped ship now just trying to quell the uneasiness inside&lt;br /&gt;Huge move not seen by all&lt;br /&gt;that transcends another state, and transfixes on the fall&lt;br /&gt;Niagra, no longer simply up above&lt;br /&gt;but now resides below, and it's something I must come to love&lt;br /&gt;Can't and won't deny, that I'm missing my true home&lt;br /&gt;the place where I was born and raised, the place I knew as my own&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around, lazily all day, with nothing else to do&lt;br /&gt;So I sit and I contemplate .. what if I had never left you&lt;br /&gt;I do ..&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-35974451066046197?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/35974451066046197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/why.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/35974451066046197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/35974451066046197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;outspoken through the mouth&lt;br /&gt;and poured with humbleness unfurled&lt;br /&gt;Pacing back and forth&lt;br /&gt;inside my mind thoughts race&lt;br /&gt;step back take a breath, relax&lt;br /&gt;and let yourself be known in Gods grace&lt;br /&gt;sometimes lose face&lt;br /&gt;and in your lowest hit your high&lt;br /&gt;in the acceptance that He loves you&lt;br /&gt;even if you can't fully grasp why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-3803002264999854951?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3803002264999854951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/quick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/3803002264999854951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/3803002264999854951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/quick.html' title='quick'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-6981746252320275539</id><published>2010-02-14T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:40:07.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdness</title><content type='html'>Only she ..&lt;br /&gt;can ..&lt;br /&gt;fully grasp the depth that is me&lt;br /&gt;the complete completion to the perfection that is we&lt;br /&gt;All of our odd mannerisms, and behavioral traits&lt;br /&gt;melted down and solidified into our emotional state&lt;br /&gt;She rawks, I rawk, yeah, we rawk together&lt;br /&gt;I'm up, She's up, above the turbulence, like a feather&lt;br /&gt;She gets me, I get her, no matter how off the wall we seem&lt;br /&gt;that mutual understanding, and all the hope it gleams &lt;br /&gt;I pick the phone up to call, and then it starts to ring&lt;br /&gt;I send her I love you, look at my phone, and see the same thing&lt;br /&gt;Drive in the car, no destination in mind&lt;br /&gt;just enjoying each others company, regardless of where we find&lt;br /&gt;.. ourselves .. &lt;br /&gt;never knew this could be true&lt;br /&gt;the oddity to my oddity, the one to complete me .. who is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully respecting the wishes we both had in the first&lt;br /&gt;when our paths collided and gave birth to love in burst&lt;br /&gt;Freeze frame ..&lt;br /&gt;emotions looked at and dissected&lt;br /&gt;reflected upon with intelligence and then mutually digested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly, I slowly await the day&lt;br /&gt;when from a long days work, it's her arms I can finally lay&lt;br /&gt;Like the moons gaze upon the night time sky&lt;br /&gt;So is the way she brightens my darkness and without having to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never-the-less, she loves me .. quirks and all&lt;br /&gt;the tiny strange habits I have, and she wraps them in a ball&lt;br /&gt;Now inside this ball, she takes it into her own womb&lt;br /&gt;to help nurture it and birth it, and remove it from it's tomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exiting the tomb, it becomes tenderly infused with her own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily creating the basis and foundation of this poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. so .. &lt;br /&gt;when I think back, and look at just how odd I am&lt;br /&gt;It puts a smile on my face, to see her beside me .. woman and man.&lt;div 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title='Weirdness'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-787387818449533167</id><published>2010-02-09T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:38:04.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>With a love that transcends the distance&lt;br /&gt;it's within our emotional persistence&lt;br /&gt;that we dissipate any resistance&lt;br /&gt;and hold the proof of our existence&lt;br /&gt;Our love grows beyond the realm of conventional bounds&lt;br /&gt;and expounds on the grounds that its foundation is perfectly sound&lt;br /&gt;Her and I together, breaking through any given troubles&lt;br /&gt;with our love holding us up and delivering us through the bubble&lt;br /&gt;Gods graces, shows up transparent on our faces&lt;br /&gt;and reflects the depth of our love within the deepest of places&lt;br /&gt;Transmitted, within our love it's so requited &lt;br /&gt;the beauty in this life is something that by God, is permitted&lt;br /&gt;That smile of yours warms my heart on the coldest of days&lt;br /&gt;and the solace of your touch keeps me sane in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;Define beauty, and your picture appears next to the text&lt;br /&gt;the personification of gorgeous, exemplified and flexed&lt;br /&gt;exercised, and put through its random paces&lt;br /&gt;You're my angel sent from heaven, and blessed to have your graces&lt;br /&gt;You make my heart flutter, when you utter my name&lt;br /&gt;You make my life complete, when you laid down the game&lt;br /&gt;plan .. of where you wanted our life to be&lt;br /&gt;and that's how I knew, at last, I was complete.&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='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-8046445730592519009</id><published>2010-01-25T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:18:43.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold me</title><content type='html'>Latch on ..&lt;br /&gt;and don't ever let go&lt;br /&gt;grow with me so that the seeds we want to plant can be sown&lt;br /&gt;shown, known to the unknowns within our own abilities&lt;br /&gt;the chance to bloom on this world&lt;br /&gt;and to share our stories with such realty&lt;br /&gt;The reality, is at times we lose trust in our way&lt;br /&gt;it happens unbeknownst to us&lt;br /&gt;this sudden rush that's about to make us sway&lt;br /&gt;Wihtout thought, we push ourselves to the back of the bus&lt;br /&gt;logic failed&lt;br /&gt;and compels us to say things sus ..&lt;br /&gt;so suspended .. away from all the things that hurt&lt;br /&gt;we can alienate the negative feelings&lt;br /&gt;and bring this right back to the dirt&lt;br /&gt;the soil, very foundation from which we rise&lt;br /&gt;held tightly in your arms&lt;br /&gt;and begin our lives anew with no more guise&lt;br /&gt;looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;felt tightly be your love&lt;br /&gt;your embrace helps me grow&lt;br /&gt;when the compacted dirt seems to be too rough&lt;br /&gt;as we hatch, from that seed into a plant&lt;br /&gt;we break through the soil and reach our limbs out like a branch&lt;br /&gt;to you Lord&lt;br /&gt;we reach to you and seek your word&lt;br /&gt;your guidance helps us grow&lt;br /&gt;to that redwood tree amongst the herd&lt;br /&gt;the pillar .. &lt;br /&gt;a sense of solidity that others look to for strength&lt;br /&gt;so hold me as I hold you&lt;br /&gt;and let's regain all of our backwards length&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='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-2559918591921643666</id><published>2010-01-25T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:15:18.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAOK</title><content type='html'>Random acts of Kindness .. or RAOK&lt;br /&gt;even when something minor&lt;br /&gt;helps me get through the day&lt;br /&gt;Just one little blurb, is all it will take&lt;br /&gt;to have the worst day&lt;br /&gt;suddenly do a retake&lt;br /&gt;I do the best I can, and I can do the best&lt;br /&gt;it just takes a little effort&lt;br /&gt;and remembering that I'm blessed&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here in bed, I remember all the chances&lt;br /&gt;when if it wasn't for God&lt;br /&gt;my life would have already dropped all its glances&lt;br /&gt;Eyes closed, with no more breath left in my lungs&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to have disappointed you Lord&lt;br /&gt;on the wrong things I was hung&lt;br /&gt;up on .. so upon my rebirth I entrust to you&lt;br /&gt;these random acts of kindness&lt;br /&gt;to hopefully help others also .. get through ..&lt;br /&gt;to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-2559918591921643666?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2559918591921643666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/raok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/2559918591921643666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pretense, the tragedy that lay in suspense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so few people in my life, that I try to cherish the ones that I do&lt;br /&gt;though at times I have failed, and I know that it's pale, but trust me when I say to you&lt;br /&gt;You're my friends, you're my pals, you're the people who keep me sane&lt;br /&gt;You're the strength I can depend on when my roots are soiled with too much rain&lt;br /&gt;In, West Philadelphia, born and raised, on a playground is where I spent most of my days ..&lt;br /&gt;Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' .. wait .. that's the Fresh Prince jingle .. my bad&lt;br /&gt;Born and raised in Queens, then moved out the Island&lt;br /&gt;constantly back and forth, and in younger days I would be whillin'&lt;br /&gt;Acting a fool, and doing things I know I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;but my friends stayed my side, and without them I really couldn't&lt;br /&gt;have regained .. the me I truly longed to be&lt;br /&gt;While I questioned their intentions now I know that I am free&lt;br /&gt;of the thoughts .. because I know it's a genuine care&lt;br /&gt;we just pray the best for each other even when we don't say it in ear&lt;br /&gt;Intentions intended with only the intent of the intended&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would miss yall, as pillars that I depended&lt;br /&gt;on .. but even when gone I know you're close&lt;br /&gt;like by extension of finger to face, and placed squarely on the nose&lt;br /&gt;Right before my eyes, just have to look and there you are&lt;br /&gt;it brings solace to my heart knowing that you will emotionally not be far&lt;br /&gt;So now with your intentions known as pure, I can lay my head down in ease&lt;br /&gt;because I know your words intentions, and it sincerely makes me cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down .. &lt;br /&gt;this path that I really don't know&lt;br /&gt;Something so new to me that I have to endure it while I grow&lt;br /&gt;The pains and pangs, that so slowly chew away at my heart&lt;br /&gt;have to be braved and trampled on&lt;br /&gt;until the healing can begin to start&lt;br /&gt;As I purse my lips to the mouthpiece of my brass&lt;br /&gt;I inhale all the negativity that I've accumulated up till the last&lt;br /&gt;Moisten my lips, and slowly I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;drown out the world as I prepare to play my life&lt;br /&gt;Out comes the breath, with such force and disclosure&lt;br /&gt;A"s, B's, and C's, belt out of my Baritone with no composure&lt;br /&gt;Then to E's, and F's .. and the G's even too&lt;br /&gt;Low notes slowly sooth out as the melody takes its tune&lt;br /&gt;playing out the story of my life, with tears streaking down my face&lt;br /&gt;letting go of the past and firmly putting it in its place&lt;br /&gt;clearing the spit valve as I continue with my song&lt;br /&gt;wondering why I've held back this pain for oh so long&lt;br /&gt;Why ..&lt;br /&gt;what was the purpose of this story?&lt;br /&gt;why did it take so long to play it out in all it's glory?&lt;br /&gt;No fingers, valve 1, valve 2, valve 1&amp;3&lt;br /&gt;valve 2&amp;3, valve 3, you know, just to be complete&lt;br /&gt;random notes, but somehow they echo my life so pure&lt;br /&gt;exemplary perfection is my songs final perfect score&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-8908329988563631313?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8908329988563631313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/intentions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/8908329988563631313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/8908329988563631313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/intentions.html' title='Intentions'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-168342276961010764</id><published>2010-01-23T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:09:37.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Slip</title><content type='html'>It's with tears in my eyes by no surprise that I lift the guise and tend to the lies&lt;br /&gt;Intertwine the vine that wraps around my spine into my core and deviates when it finds&lt;br /&gt;the thin line veiled, unveiled only for purposes not yet known the ones who failed&lt;br /&gt;tempted temptress, possessor of all evil intent indeed&lt;br /&gt;mounted troubles grow and pressure on shoulders pushes down past your feet&lt;br /&gt;weighing you down in the troubles, as you get swallowed into the epicenter of its wake&lt;br /&gt;the void filled only with darkness, like a blackhole in your heart is at stake&lt;br /&gt;or in jeopardy .. either or it makes no difference&lt;br /&gt;it's the repetition of the innocence that fouls my injectors with its insistence &lt;br /&gt;A good man standing tall through all things told to him, and troubles he's faced&lt;br /&gt;only to feel like no matter what pains he passes, his faith is misplaced&lt;br /&gt;on my knees begging the Lord to please help me, see me through this pain&lt;br /&gt;tears filled in my eyes and still I can't find ground to regain&lt;br /&gt;problems are always mine, pain only known to me&lt;br /&gt;like the docter with the mallet, silently but forcefully tapping your knee&lt;br /&gt;"Did that hurt?" he asks, with a puzzled look on his face&lt;br /&gt;"It hurts every time dude", as the tears from my eyes are displaced&lt;br /&gt;I grab at my chest, and feel my heart beating a millions time over the pace&lt;br /&gt;I try to calm down, but feel like an addict who missed his turn in place&lt;br /&gt;I'm jittery, jumpy, I'm all over the room&lt;br /&gt;I'm up and I'm down, I'm just not in the mood&lt;br /&gt;I cry and I tear, I sulk and I slump&lt;br /&gt;I beg and I plead, for God to help me up&lt;br /&gt;fallen so many times, and at times I really feel that God doesn't care for me&lt;br /&gt;that I've done something to wrong him, and happiness he refuses for me, Richie&lt;br /&gt;eyes turned red, as the floodgates turn loose&lt;br /&gt;I speed and I weave, as my car throttle control will steadily smooths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark nights, filled no longer with headlights&lt;br /&gt;no light to be seen, so it's literally driving blind in fright&lt;br /&gt;feel like there are others around me, but no ambient light to be had&lt;br /&gt;so I clutch my steering wheel and I get even more mad&lt;br /&gt;Angry like the little child refused that silly toy&lt;br /&gt;so I sit and I sulk, for the world to pass by as they enjoy ..&lt;br /&gt;the things that I wish I could have, but it's seeming I can't&lt;br /&gt;so I turn to my emotions, and I post on my rant&lt;br /&gt;I've wronged God I'm sure, because he loves making me cry&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pray enough, didn't go to church enough .. I need a reason why&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be happy .. why must pain seep into my heart&lt;br /&gt;why do I sit here crying while others aren't nearly so torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I find God, why can't I enjoy your grace&lt;br /&gt;am I just entirely such a sinner, that I am no longer saved?&lt;br /&gt;Into the depths of the alley, I creep and I lay&lt;br /&gt;holding my head down without your glory, and it seems as though there I stay&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to find you Lord, I've tried to correct my wayward life&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how anymore, so I sit here with my veins and a knife&lt;br /&gt;Not a physical knife, in the shape of a blade&lt;br /&gt;but a knife in the shape of faith, because it seems the strings are now frayed&lt;br /&gt;teetering on the edge, of happiness and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;it seems I always get the latter, day after day, yesterday and tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm saved .. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm loved&lt;br /&gt;I don't know your true glory&lt;br /&gt;I need more than a shove&lt;br /&gt;my heart cries right now for your guidance, I need an Angel so much right now&lt;br /&gt;please God, I beg you .. someway .. somehow&lt;br /&gt;I'm miserable every day, I wake up and I'm cold&lt;br /&gt;I cry silently to myself, because your glory I can't behold&lt;br /&gt;I'm left behind all alone .. pondering seriously where I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I find you at times, but you don't stay with me for too long&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the crowd, I'm the 5 year old in New York City&lt;br /&gt;so many happy faces passing by, yet it feels like nobody has pity&lt;br /&gt;no kind hand to grasp, no police-man to show me the way&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen off of the righteous path, and I feel I'm drifting more each day&lt;br /&gt;Crying .. crying .. crying my eyes so pure&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do, or how to explore &lt;br /&gt;the kingdom that is yours .. I really just don't know&lt;br /&gt;I miss you .. &lt;br /&gt;I miss you ..&lt;br /&gt;but just really .. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where do I go from here?"  I think as I grab my keys&lt;br /&gt;I just need to get out .. I'm begging you please&lt;br /&gt;Wasting gas is a must .. as being in the silence is to much&lt;br /&gt;slide the key out my pocket, open the door, sit, engage the clutch&lt;br /&gt;Key in the ignition ..&lt;br /&gt;turn it to on&lt;br /&gt;hear the starter crank&lt;br /&gt;then the motors runs strong&lt;br /&gt;Watch the RPMs, as they sit at 1200&lt;br /&gt;think to myself .. "God doesn't love you, sorry, you're alone kid"&lt;br /&gt;Slowly idles drop, as the secondary air injection pump shuts down&lt;br /&gt;idle steady at 900, engage reverse, and turn up the sound&lt;br /&gt;back up a couple feet, then I open the gate&lt;br /&gt;walk back to my car, and make sure my tires are properly inflated&lt;br /&gt;back out of the gate, being mindful of traffic&lt;br /&gt;hah, even though I'm so depressed, I don't want my end to be so tragic&lt;br /&gt;park on the edge, then close the gate back&lt;br /&gt;hop back in my car, now for the plan of attack&lt;br /&gt;straight down the block ..&lt;br /&gt;a right&lt;br /&gt;then a left.&lt;br /&gt;Come to the stop sign .. look .. then dip around the cleft &lt;br /&gt;Another right, then a left .. straight to parkway in sight&lt;br /&gt;cross over the bridge, and then call it a night&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the gears engage as I let off the clutch&lt;br /&gt;pouring my heart out to my car, and feeling it's emotions in such a rush&lt;br /&gt;Having our hour long conversation, talking me through the pain&lt;br /&gt;to finally reach my destination, and finally put an end to this sudden rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to bigger things, things that reveal the true reason behind the flight&lt;br /&gt;the reasons why I'm posting this at 9 o'clock at night&lt;br /&gt;It's the happiness that is gone, and the longing for the Lord&lt;br /&gt;for God to embrace me fully, and tell me his joys I can afford&lt;br /&gt;as I sit here I cry .. I cry and grab my chest&lt;br /&gt;I love you God .. please love me&lt;br /&gt;Please .. please.  I beg you my Lord.  I want .. &lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;I need .. to be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;so I rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-168342276961010764?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/168342276961010764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality-slip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/168342276961010764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/168342276961010764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality-slip.html' title='Reality Slip'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-6506239653823748020</id><published>2010-01-08T10:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:27:11.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>err</title><content type='html'>I'd actually wanted to post more, but I got caught up at work and lost my train of thought.  :( .. Meh .. oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-6506239653823748020?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6506239653823748020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/err.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/6506239653823748020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/6506239653823748020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/err.html' title='err'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-435814885617184738</id><published>2010-01-08T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:16:23.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Love</title><content type='html'>The way that our love feels is like ..&lt;br /&gt;that feeling you get when you see your grandmothers smile&lt;br /&gt;so deep and warm into the depth of your being&lt;br /&gt;that all seeing and never depleting feeling that's constantly reeling&lt;br /&gt;and congealing into something that's persistent in its meaning&lt;br /&gt;She makes me feel warm in the coldest of cold&lt;br /&gt;slowly caressing my body with her words, embracing me with things she says&lt;br /&gt;tenderly tracing the outline of my body with her idioms from toe to head&lt;br /&gt;And instead, I feel her heart beat slowly as we snuggle up for bed&lt;br /&gt;all my roads in life finally brought me to the one I should be led&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate skin, deep love filled eyes ..&lt;br /&gt;heart full of joy and pain, yet all we do .. to no surprise&lt;br /&gt;is speak about the future which we know we're destined for great&lt;br /&gt;slowly sit back and relate the things we know that we can't change&lt;br /&gt;God has a plan, so we let it unfold as the plot&lt;br /&gt;of that late 60's movie with the bad guy and the cop&lt;br /&gt;Deep hues of black and white, saturate the crimson night&lt;br /&gt;frame by frame motion as the plot thickens in its might&lt;br /&gt;bam, zam, kaboom, kapow!&lt;br /&gt;Our love breaks down all barriers and transcends them with ease on brow&lt;br /&gt;mmm ..&lt;br /&gt;finger lickin goood ..&lt;br /&gt;man .. I love our love with love&lt;br /&gt;this love reminds me of being hurt as a child, but getting right back up&lt;br /&gt;with my mothers tender kiss, the pain slowly eases away ..&lt;br /&gt;and entranced once more by the joy that has broken through the pain&lt;br /&gt;While we have our ups and downs, our tender kisses heal our wounds&lt;br /&gt;like the loving parents adore, by rubbing the stomach when a baby is in the womb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-435814885617184738?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/435814885617184738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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due time&lt;br /&gt;so while we shine, we step out of our older shells&lt;br /&gt;we multiply our faith and we accentuate ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Step out of your shell that you kept yourself in past&lt;br /&gt;and turn into a new being that can transcend and make it last&lt;br /&gt;Let go of the things weighing you down in 09&lt;br /&gt;and in 010 start fresh and then you'll find&lt;br /&gt;Happiness renewed, and the pains can melt away&lt;br /&gt;so long as you seek forgiveness, he loves you every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-4636183381202047681?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4636183381202047681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Society</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I sit back and look at society as a whole ..&lt;br /&gt;how it is spiraling down and how people have turned so cold&lt;br /&gt;desensitized .. to the truth in their own religion&lt;br /&gt;they've lost faith in the Word, and bring apart our division&lt;br /&gt;Now I speak this true, my depth of faith isn't as deep as should be&lt;br /&gt;but when you look around nowadays, it's non-existent in some I see&lt;br /&gt;All the wars and terror, the pain and dismay&lt;br /&gt;the hatred and venom, that people keep putting on display&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to have our children play outside during the day ..&lt;br /&gt;for fear of the "gang bangers" on the street&lt;br /&gt;We keep our kids nestled close inside&lt;br /&gt;and then wonder why they are engrossed with the t.v.&lt;br /&gt;WE need to make the environment a safe place for them to play&lt;br /&gt;so that they can spend their fun times, outside every day&lt;br /&gt;It's getting to a point though, where we fear looking at someone wrong&lt;br /&gt;for fear or retaliation, just for looking at someone too long&lt;br /&gt;Looking over our shoulders, as we are walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;in unknowing angst, for something that we can't see&lt;br /&gt;See a bunch of kids, hanging on the corner in front a store&lt;br /&gt;cross the street without realizing, and feel their motives are impure&lt;br /&gt;It's something that we are building, and tearing down at the same time&lt;br /&gt;it's a sad future without our help, this is when we all must shine&lt;br /&gt;So put our heads together, and let's stand up for the future leisure&lt;br /&gt;let's work hard for our children, so they have a place to play pleasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-6165996188085084261?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-6532985529803776711</id><published>2009-12-29T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:40:02.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>This love is deep.&lt;br /&gt;It ..&lt;br /&gt;feels ..&lt;br /&gt;ohhh .. soooo .. &lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of feelings that is something I must elate &lt;br /&gt;Can you relate?&lt;br /&gt;It's something nestled so deep down to my core&lt;br /&gt;I implore .. nayy&lt;br /&gt;I adore!&lt;br /&gt;The very way she guides my feet&lt;br /&gt;It's something so beautiful that it could never turn me sore&lt;br /&gt;She is that ..&lt;br /&gt;thing that when you wake up in the morning wants to keep you in bed&lt;br /&gt;The reason you smile when you see a child healthily being fed&lt;br /&gt;And now we're wed?&lt;br /&gt;Man, life just couldn't be greater&lt;br /&gt;At this point in my life, only thing greater is the creator&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy ..&lt;br /&gt;Though at times I know I'm sad&lt;br /&gt;but the sadness can't outweigh the good&lt;br /&gt;so I smile because times are not so bad&lt;br /&gt;Dude I'm glad ..&lt;br /&gt;This woman makes me feel complete&lt;br /&gt;just .. so .. happy man&lt;br /&gt;I love her from my very core&lt;br /&gt;and it's that genuine love&lt;br /&gt;You know, that stuff that's uber pure&lt;br /&gt;for sure&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the things to come&lt;br /&gt;With the smiles that cross my face&lt;br /&gt;She has such grace&lt;br /&gt;In this place&lt;br /&gt;without haste&lt;br /&gt;she quickly lays waste&lt;br /&gt;to things out of pace&lt;br /&gt;that can't fill up the space&lt;br /&gt;and close the distance .. &lt;br /&gt;without resistance she has impacted my life in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;I love this woman, Thank You God, for all of my days&lt;br /&gt;I can ramble on and on, and just keep going on with blurbs&lt;br /&gt;She's my wife and my partner, of who there are no words&lt;br /&gt;She smiles at me in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Holds me tight during the night&lt;br /&gt;Rushes me when we're late (because of her of course)&lt;br /&gt;and is to me, always the hottest date&lt;br /&gt;The only one who can turn my mood around when I don't want it to&lt;br /&gt;when I am .. you know .. trying to stay in my grumpy mood&lt;br /&gt;When she's near she drags me out of it, and I love her for it&lt;br /&gt;Just one quick glance at her face, with the smile drawn wide&lt;br /&gt;is enough to vanquish any darkness that may have been lingering inside&lt;br /&gt;I've cried countless nights, just in thanking the good Lord&lt;br /&gt;for bringing someone in my life to bring calm to my discord &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU .. I'll say it time and time again&lt;br /&gt;you're my lover and my wife, but most importantly you're my friend.&lt;br /&gt;I love you .. I love to love to love to love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you .. I love you .. I truly sincerely do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-6532985529803776711?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6532985529803776711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/6532985529803776711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/6532985529803776711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-374071807978786559</id><published>2009-12-29T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:07:39.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tight</title><content type='html'>I just can't wait for the days to hold you ever so tight&lt;br /&gt;when I can lay in bed and you'll always be in my sight&lt;br /&gt;Our deep connection and bond, way beyond physical sense&lt;br /&gt;I love you, yes I love you .. and there is no other pretense&lt;br /&gt;You are the happiness in my day, the light when times are void&lt;br /&gt;The air that helps me breathe when I feel alone and destroyed&lt;br /&gt;Your embrace is so warm, inviting and ever so tender&lt;br /&gt;A fact that is accentuated by the fact that you're so slender&lt;br /&gt;I feel comfort in your arms, and rejuvenated by your touch&lt;br /&gt;I feel anew with your gaze, and feel alive with your love&lt;br /&gt;So I am just longing for the days, when I know I will feel right&lt;br /&gt;the time when it's every day, that I can finally hold you tight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-374071807978786559?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/374071807978786559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/tight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/374071807978786559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/374071807978786559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/tight.html' title='Tight'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-6380529951722103895</id><published>2009-12-29T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:02:26.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inVested</title><content type='html'>While time may be short .. it's really been quite long&lt;br /&gt;this inVestment we have Vested in this vessel all along&lt;br /&gt;Deeply connected, body and minds reach their peak&lt;br /&gt;of understanding for one another that transcends what words can speak&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we seek .. something further than our grasp&lt;br /&gt;but with return of initial inVestment, it's no longer a painful task&lt;br /&gt;Giving what you are getting, but then still giving so much more&lt;br /&gt;not seeking anything in return, but doing it for love in pure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-6380529951722103895?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6380529951722103895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/invested.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/6380529951722103895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/6380529951722103895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/invested.html' title='inVested'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-618477794471020806</id><published>2009-12-18T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:34:54.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifetime</title><content type='html'>Living my life, in time I guess we can finally see&lt;br /&gt;the decisions that we make and how they impact us negatively&lt;br /&gt;All that we can, is move on towards the still coming&lt;br /&gt;and glance back over our shoulders to make sure we are still running&lt;br /&gt;As certain times get nearer, I guess these tensions rise&lt;br /&gt;though I see the sadness, that still lingers in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting my want on hold, putting the future in high regard&lt;br /&gt;but that same thought of logic is what's making this so hard&lt;br /&gt;To not be near is cruel, to be far from coming much worse&lt;br /&gt;and even though it's coming, this time lost still really hurts&lt;br /&gt;I go through days without you, my beautiful Queen in life&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you so much every day, not just because you are my wife&lt;br /&gt;But because you are my heart, you give me strength when I am down&lt;br /&gt;and no matter what hard days lie ahead, it's always simple with you around&lt;br /&gt;Time is moving slowly, it's like everything is a blur&lt;br /&gt;if only we could change the flow with ease in simple words&lt;br /&gt;So I sit here with my heart wandering, my mind is in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;bursting at the seams with how much I want to scream out loud&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HER, I LOVE HER, I WANT TO BE BY HER SIDE!&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THIS TAKING SO LONG, MY FEELINGS I CAN NEVER HIDE&lt;br /&gt;SHE MAKES THE TIME SEEM SPECIAL, SHE WARMS MY HEART WHEN COLD&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS THE LIGHT WHEN THERE IS DARKNESS, SHE IS THE SOIL THAT HELPS ME GROW&lt;br /&gt;To finally be together, and enjoy each joy right beside&lt;br /&gt;one another is something, that finally we won't be deprived&lt;br /&gt;So as we count down these days slowly, and make headway to the day&lt;br /&gt;we just turn to God and his greatness, and for this each night we Pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-618477794471020806?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-2524586438005369135</id><published>2009-12-07T15:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:17:02.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out</title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to go for a drive.  I'm off to brooklyn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-2524586438005369135?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2524586438005369135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/2524586438005369135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/2524586438005369135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/out.html' title='Out'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-5013389166035758898</id><published>2009-12-07T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:31:56.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" height="35" width="219" style="width:219px;height:35px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=37948030&amp;path=2009/12/12&amp;mycolor=222222&amp;mycolor2=77ADD1&amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=219&amp;oh=35"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/37948030" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Music&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painful thoughts, injected into the very core of being&lt;br /&gt;interpolated objects seemingly subjugated into the weaving&lt;br /&gt;Eyes bloated and blotted, allotted certain time for depression&lt;br /&gt;within their own regression they find the purpose of their suppression&lt;br /&gt;Teetering on the edge of sanity through moral oppression &lt;br /&gt;only to find that faith really is the most supreme weapon&lt;br /&gt;Finding it hard at times, when the times are hard&lt;br /&gt;as though you're grasping at straws and trapped while off guard&lt;br /&gt;Affecting my very being, time given no longer allowed&lt;br /&gt;distance makes for distance and again lost within the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Back-burnered, put aside and presently forgotten&lt;br /&gt;so misery allowed to amass, and turn sour .. rotten&lt;br /&gt;Degraded, regarded as another in yet a chain of remorse&lt;br /&gt;painful thoughts drudged up and set themselves a course ..&lt;br /&gt;to the epicenter, the omphalos of the struggled&lt;br /&gt;a bundle of negativity that needs to be cast aside, not juggled&lt;br /&gt;So there go the tears, at the despondency of being unable to speak&lt;br /&gt;withering away inside, as the inability to reconcile peaks&lt;br /&gt;At the spire, I aspire to do so many voluminous things&lt;br /&gt;but I feel limited, like I'm stuck inside this ring&lt;br /&gt;This thing, is a self-imposed barrier I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;yet even though I know it, outside of it I can't explore&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching as the waves break, crashing against the bow of my boat&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for the big one to make me subside, knowing I won't float&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm being cheated on, that life is favoring another&lt;br /&gt;like the cold feel when you realize that they are no longer your lover&lt;br /&gt;Again it's in my mind, and I know I need to turn to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;but at times I get lost, and fall hopelessly in my own discord&lt;br /&gt;Eyes bulging with the want, heart burning with the desire&lt;br /&gt;inflamed with the love that he deserves, so I aspire ..&lt;br /&gt;To be greater, my life is more than just for me&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes I forget that and lose sight of the we&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm destined for greatness, and this isn't me being cocky&lt;br /&gt;it's more like I feel a calling, and I'm listening for the spot to see&lt;br /&gt;Is it coming from here, or that door over there&lt;br /&gt;at the present moment, all can I do is sit and stare&lt;br /&gt;I wish for this, and then I'll wish for that&lt;br /&gt;I wish for things when I shouldn't, and put faith in his fact&lt;br /&gt;No words can explain this chill I feel at times, or why it exists&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel dead to the world, and it really persists&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I believed that I would do so many deeds&lt;br /&gt;those of whose greatness not many could supersede&lt;br /&gt;So now I plead, and I ask you for your joys&lt;br /&gt;this is filled with so many I's, like the prayers of a little boy&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help but feel alone at times, like I'm trapped in my room&lt;br /&gt;like I mentioned in a previous poem, and I'm surrounded by gloom&lt;br /&gt;Many others have done the things that I am about to do&lt;br /&gt;until experienced for one-self though, it's always going to be new&lt;br /&gt;I need to let go, and not stress so much in life&lt;br /&gt;a lesson I guess I should learn from the teachings of my wife&lt;br /&gt;Just coming from my past, to fully let go is just so hard&lt;br /&gt;it's like expecting an ant to pull an airliner for yards&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best, but it's just taking so much time&lt;br /&gt;that it puts others down around me, and makes me seem out of line&lt;br /&gt;I'm just asking for understanding, to walk by my side no matter what&lt;br /&gt;because of incidents in past I have the tendency to be considerably shut&lt;br /&gt;Now, within relation .. to my present status quo&lt;br /&gt;the balance of faith needs to categorically exponentially grow&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know .. please believe me .. I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing, believe me, it's just going type slow&lt;br /&gt;So with tears in my eyes, I type these idioms in disdain&lt;br /&gt;pleading for forgiveness .. I need an umbrella for this rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-5013389166035758898?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5013389166035758898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/tears.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/5013389166035758898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/5013389166035758898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-8272515999079462592</id><published>2009-12-04T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:58:11.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Work</title><content type='html'>While I sit here at work, pondering the steps to take&lt;br /&gt;I realize just how little of my brain I use, and it sort of makes me shake&lt;br /&gt;In debate, with other portions of being&lt;br /&gt;Stepping back from faux reality to see the truth I'm seeing&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things ahead .. boggling to the mind&lt;br /&gt;I get stressed on a daily basis, though it's something I hide in kind&lt;br /&gt;Nights going to bed teary, when I know I should put in my faith&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting so much better .. it's only a little more it'll take&lt;br /&gt;Yet I sit here and feel dismal, knowing I'm capable of so much more&lt;br /&gt;Wondering when things will break, and I can see what's finally in store&lt;br /&gt;I implore, and wish to know it at present&lt;br /&gt;yet that is something I understand won't happen when I maintain the mind frame of a peasant&lt;br /&gt;Unpleasant, as the story may unfold&lt;br /&gt;I have to interject the neg, and inject it with my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with all the things I have to get ready for, I'm also planning on business ventures. &lt;br /&gt;My boys and I have a couple schemes that we have to cure, involving no more debentures.&lt;br /&gt;We sat back one day, and reflected on just about all the people we knew.&lt;br /&gt;Gasped all of a sudden, due to the fact that we had so many avenues we could accrue&lt;br /&gt;Fielding in business, finance, and health&lt;br /&gt;Science, English, Math, even more books off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Gaming and sports, Graphics and design&lt;br /&gt;Public relations to Sanitation, it's amazing at all of the things we could find&lt;br /&gt;So we slowly stockpile our knowledge, because we know we are going to make it happen&lt;br /&gt;This business model we're building is something in the past I couldn't imagine&lt;br /&gt;or fathom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-8272515999079462592?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8272515999079462592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/8272515999079462592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/8272515999079462592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-work.html' title='At Work'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-8380882217917679085</id><published>2009-12-04T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:16:24.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it'z zee aud-e-oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/694195536065b71f/"&gt;To Save&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** BELOW IS THE IMPROVED METHOD A LA KIZZY EL!!  FOLLOW HER!! ***&lt;br /&gt;**temporarily taken down .. I dislike the auto-play, lol**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a little spoken that I do from time to time ..&lt;br /&gt;a simple way of venting, an expressing issues on my mind&lt;br /&gt;don't wallow in the past, just let your sins be dead&lt;br /&gt;and don't let the continuance of your hatred still be fed&lt;br /&gt;but be forever shed&lt;br /&gt;Step out ya box man an listen&lt;br /&gt;his word is always around, so don't lock yaself in faux prisons&lt;br /&gt;now given .. situations may arise&lt;br /&gt;but if theres one thing I've learned, it's that he's always known to surprise&lt;br /&gt;people came into your life, now .. think of the reason&lt;br /&gt;maybe he's just telling you that it's finally ya season&lt;br /&gt;you're ready to bloom .. not swept up by the broom&lt;br /&gt;now YOU'RE the handle, and you're sweeping up the gloom&lt;br /&gt;Envision the room, you'd been trapped in in past&lt;br /&gt;it's withering away as you put ya praise on blast&lt;br /&gt;The devil can't win, so long as you trust&lt;br /&gt;so put ya faith in God and you'll be blown by his gust&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly flow .. the air around you is aglow&lt;br /&gt;by shining with Gods words, you can't lose, ya kno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-8380882217917679085?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8380882217917679085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/itz-zee-aud-e-oh.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/8380882217917679085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/8380882217917679085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/itz-zee-aud-e-oh.html' title='it&apos;z zee aud-e-oh'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-2403850139887466897</id><published>2009-11-30T14:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:24:39.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audio</title><content type='html'>Yeah so .. I totally did an audio compile .. and now have no idea where it saved to, lol.  I wasn't fully excited about how it sounded either, but meh.  Kizz, I know I'm a couple days late on the postings .. lol, sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-2403850139887466897?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2403850139887466897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/audio_30.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/2403850139887466897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/2403850139887466897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/audio_30.html' title='Audio'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-3274924490055049040</id><published>2009-11-30T14:17:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:23:45.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAD</title><content type='html'>Just Another Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thought today was dreary, dark and kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;I need to rethink the possibilities of the possible, which make me glad&lt;br /&gt;With guidance from up above, we create our game strategy still&lt;br /&gt;Cleverly craft our skills, and make use of them at will&lt;br /&gt;When we really sit back and think of it, we have so many connections&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth, up and down, at times .. different directions&lt;br /&gt;But we finally can come to one, and make this venture come to fruition&lt;br /&gt;Call it luck or a guess, but I call it simply by intuition&lt;br /&gt;Given .. to me, by the man I love the most&lt;br /&gt;The man who is beyond any man, the man who made me a host&lt;br /&gt;A host to carry his sayings, his ideals, and his beliefs&lt;br /&gt;For we are all of God, so mind what you do beneath those sheets&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head high, because we are all in this together&lt;br /&gt;Land bridges, and sea expanses, can't change the world forever&lt;br /&gt;We can, if we just put our faith in him&lt;br /&gt;The creator of all creators, the one who won't let our brilliance dim&lt;br /&gt;So to all my fellow people, of this world we stand&lt;br /&gt;Though the question still remains .. will you hold on to my hand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-3274924490055049040?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3274924490055049040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/jad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/3274924490055049040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/3274924490055049040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/jad.html' title='JAD'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-1325648112642436043</id><published>2009-11-30T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:17:05.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloom</title><content type='html'>Lately, I really don't know what it is. Seems to be just a dreary and damp mood infiltrating my very core. Everyone around me is also in some sort of stupor.  I don't know if it is the changing times, or just life getting to us, but it is clearly evident that something has happened.  Now I try not to live in the negative aspects of life.  In fact, I've been doing quite well in living in the positives.  I haven't been dark and depressed as much, and have been looking to the future with much more hope and anticipation than I think I ever have in life.  There are the times though, however, when for whatever odd reason it may be, that I just can't.  When everyone around you that you know and care for are down, you can't help but be infected by it.  Well, me at least.  I really hope that this funk is over soon, as I miss laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-1325648112642436043?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1325648112642436043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/gloom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/1325648112642436043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/1325648112642436043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/gloom.html' title='Gloom'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-1255839026461600542</id><published>2009-11-23T07:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:33:31.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Hi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-1255839026461600542?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1255839026461600542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/1255839026461600542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/1255839026461600542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-4447492702068154945</id><published>2009-11-12T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:48:46.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audio</title><content type='html'>I wonder if I should do some audio spoken word to add here .. &lt;br /&gt;keep it plugged, that's something I think you should hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-4447492702068154945?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4447492702068154945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/audio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/4447492702068154945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/4447492702068154945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/audio.html' title='Audio'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-8417943232232143110</id><published>2009-11-12T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:47:51.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs a title?</title><content type='html'>Mind disturbed, but still steady on the path&lt;br /&gt;just follow God Rich, just follow God, and acknowledge his math&lt;br /&gt;It all adds up, mathematical equation in his duration&lt;br /&gt;our God who has been here and instills such inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Longevity, it's in his presence we find the equity&lt;br /&gt;Invest in the long term, short term gain is unfounded&lt;br /&gt;get a little green now but remain poor and never grounded&lt;br /&gt;Think back, to the times when it was rough&lt;br /&gt;who do you think helped you through? God .. that's enough&lt;br /&gt;of a&lt;br /&gt;reason to spark your interest, to gain your market share&lt;br /&gt;without his divine assistance life would be way too much to bear&lt;br /&gt;Trust in him, and believe in his word&lt;br /&gt;He'll move you each day, trust me .. I'm a nerd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-8417943232232143110?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8417943232232143110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-needs-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/8417943232232143110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/8417943232232143110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-needs-title.html' title='Who needs a title?'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-3245968812619713157</id><published>2009-11-06T17:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:31:23.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CWL</title><content type='html'>C hurches sometimes come across as rather all about the money&lt;br /&gt;H onoring the wrong things and making religion out to be something slummy&lt;br /&gt;U psetting as this may be, not all of them are bad&lt;br /&gt;R especting true faith .. there are many that make me glad&lt;br /&gt;C oming from all walks, and never bearing the same face&lt;br /&gt;H elping others find their freedom by realizing his .. Gods grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W hen I was younger still, I thought I'd never find the one&lt;br /&gt;I  figured they were all the same, and that my faith was truly done&lt;br /&gt;T hen came a Church with reason, purpose, and desire&lt;br /&gt;H olding on to precious values, and with such uplift .. they help inspire&lt;br /&gt;O ne after another, they greet and say "What's up!"&lt;br /&gt;U nprecedented love, and they don't leave you a half empty cup&lt;br /&gt;T his is what I was searching for, a place to really belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L oving God side by side with people whose love for him is STRONG&lt;br /&gt;I 've made so many mistakes, and poor moves in my past&lt;br /&gt;M aking the move to this church though .. it's like the perfect set has now been cast&lt;br /&gt;I t's ..&lt;br /&gt;T hings like this, their love, and a place to call your own&lt;br /&gt;S triking the Devil down with their praise, and placing God in our hearts .. his home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CWL .. though I may not be there in a physical sense, my spirit rides with yall&lt;br /&gt;With Renee helping me find my faith, I feel ready to drop the ball&lt;br /&gt;It's a movement, and I'm riding the tide&lt;br /&gt;Diving in head first and letting God take me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;A journey and a script that I could never have fathomed&lt;br /&gt;and bringing people into my life who I would never imagine&lt;br /&gt;Now take the first Caps letter, of every line written above the dotted line&lt;br /&gt;And you'll have found yourself the best Church that a person could ever find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church Without Limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@reneesophia&lt;br /&gt;@joelwitton&lt;br /&gt;@brendanwitton&lt;br /&gt;@kizzyel&lt;br /&gt;@cwldevo&lt;br /&gt;@cwltweets&lt;br /&gt;@roadimusprime&lt;br /&gt;@ashlynking&lt;br /&gt;@n_antoine&lt;br /&gt;@the entire CWL crew!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-3245968812619713157?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3245968812619713157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/cwl_06.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/3245968812619713157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/3245968812619713157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/cwl_06.html' title='CWL'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-7944016058824157485</id><published>2009-11-05T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:42:31.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up</title><content type='html'>Even though I don't want to, and roll out of bed&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank the Lord for the opportunity, because I've been blessed&lt;br /&gt;Not all have the chance, so I steady my nerves&lt;br /&gt;swing out my legs, and prepare for the worst&lt;br /&gt;then I let my feet connect, with the ground so cold&lt;br /&gt;I yawn and stretch, man, this feeling never gets old&lt;br /&gt;Slowly stand on my feet, grab the wall for added measure&lt;br /&gt;even if we hate getting out of bed .. having LIFE .. is a treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-7944016058824157485?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7944016058824157485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/wake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/7944016058824157485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/7944016058824157485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/wake-up.html' title='wake up'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-7296052823462688136</id><published>2009-11-04T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:52:01.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>The love that she exudes oozes through my soul&lt;br /&gt;wraps its hands around my mind&lt;br /&gt;and tantalizes me with the stories that it's told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this woman, with all my heart and every breath&lt;br /&gt;I breathe the breath of her essence in my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I've been blessed, with someone who makes my day worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes me feel so special&lt;br /&gt;and who carries so much style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my times were troubled, there she was to save me&lt;br /&gt;and bring me to the path of God&lt;br /&gt;re-establish the love of we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She .. held my hand through my many troubled times&lt;br /&gt;guided me so gently, as if .. it was her OWN mind&lt;br /&gt;To define a dime, in the way of the hood truth&lt;br /&gt;she'd be that infinite-fold, with all the things that she could&lt;br /&gt;.. do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her .. I trust her with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;She brought me back to the path of God&lt;br /&gt;now all it takes is for me to start&lt;br /&gt;All the .. anguish inside, that bubbles and bursts&lt;br /&gt;the scabs on my knees from the prayers I thought weren't heard&lt;br /&gt;Inside her she took them, and spit them back out&lt;br /&gt;I love this Queen so much, with that, there is no doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee you're my love, you've brought meaning to my life&lt;br /&gt;And now with titles changed, I'm blessed that you're my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-7296052823462688136?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7296052823462688136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/7296052823462688136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/7296052823462688136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-2188299692974420946</id><published>2009-11-03T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:56:32.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today was just another day, a day like any other day&lt;br /&gt;except in the way that today happened to unfold and play&lt;br /&gt;frustrations with work constantly becoming a buzz&lt;br /&gt;to quit reaches my mind while it's lost in its fuzz&lt;br /&gt;Static, rational thought waves subdued&lt;br /&gt;in comes the calamity with more idiocy in pursuit&lt;br /&gt;I reach for my hair to try and pluck it from my head&lt;br /&gt;yet I have none to pull, so I start to pick at my nails instead&lt;br /&gt;Frustrations released, this job makes me nuts&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be grateful, but geez, this job really sucks&lt;br /&gt;Only a short time longer, bear it, I must endure&lt;br /&gt;because I'm reaching for a better future, with my wifes presence constantly in store&lt;br /&gt;So I rant and I rave, and I fume out the top&lt;br /&gt;it's one way to release, and helps the foolishness stop&lt;br /&gt;I look back on the years, and time vested is true&lt;br /&gt;so when finally I leave, the frustrations will have paid due&lt;br /&gt;With Gods words I am calmed, and can now address my day&lt;br /&gt;His arms embrace my soul, and calm it in only HIS way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-2188299692974420946?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2188299692974420946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/2188299692974420946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/2188299692974420946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-6685104841587233218</id><published>2009-11-02T19:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:05:17.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>I want to.&amp;nbsp; I shall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-6685104841587233218?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6685104841587233218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/6685104841587233218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/6685104841587233218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-5006703625629517699</id><published>2009-11-02T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:23:39.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>While I don't know you like I know I should know you&lt;br /&gt;just know that I want to get to know you how I should know you&lt;br /&gt;You exist, I know you do, and you know that I know you do&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I just don't do what I know I should do when it comes to knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;You have given me so much, and I know that you have done it&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just find it so rough, need to find the time to really sit&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;this is your intermission&lt;br /&gt;you've told me to believe&lt;br /&gt;and you've sent me on a mission&lt;br /&gt;I've struggled so much, with all my pains of the past&lt;br /&gt;and you know of my struggles and why I've held on to this wrath&lt;br /&gt;I've cried so many nights, and asked if you were real&lt;br /&gt;because of all the lies and complex emotions that I would feel&lt;br /&gt;The deception of so many churches, the guise of their agendas&lt;br /&gt;all beckoning me to join and to indulge in their haciendas&lt;br /&gt;With my adventures of the past, I thought you'd never forgive&lt;br /&gt;that you hated me, you loathed me, that I had to live with my sins&lt;br /&gt;That you'd turned your back on me, because I didn't do as I was told&lt;br /&gt;that because I took my time, that my soul had really been sold&lt;br /&gt;Cried so many nights, tears streaking down my face&lt;br /&gt;felt like a fallen angel, living my life in such disgrace&lt;br /&gt;I rejected you so much, because it just didn't make sense&lt;br /&gt;I wanted your grace so bad, but felt you'd already taken offense&lt;br /&gt;So I sat and I pondered, and lived my life in painful thought&lt;br /&gt;but deep in my heart, I'd known I'd already been bought&lt;br /&gt;Sold my soul to the worldly things, when it doesn't belong&lt;br /&gt;It was yours, and yours only .. I've known it all along&lt;br /&gt;And now there she sat, yes, with her own struggles too&lt;br /&gt;but you brought us together .. I guess you knew we were fools&lt;br /&gt;Hah, you make me laugh with your constant way of showing&lt;br /&gt;but us two fools took so long to see .. without even knowing&lt;br /&gt;You brought her around, and gave her your shine&lt;br /&gt;and now with her so bright .. I'm slowly regaining mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love God .. Love life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-5006703625629517699?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5006703625629517699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/5006703625629517699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/5006703625629517699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/god.html' 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leaves me awed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-1830321388059633224?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1830321388059633224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/1830321388059633224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/1830321388059633224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-is.html' title='She is'/><author><name>swim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00873172736250509264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5005461511376359840.post-295872772006498221</id><published>2009-11-02T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:26:35.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her</title><content type='html'>The way she took me from the darkness and brought me to the light&lt;br /&gt;simple random blurbs that she spoke to me at night&lt;br /&gt;As I .. thought that I would be alone and wander around in the dark&lt;br /&gt;she came out of her slumber and in the stillness became my spark&lt;br /&gt;She is love&lt;br /&gt;My faith in mankind finally renewed&lt;br /&gt;within her small delicate frame I found that my angers were subdued&lt;br /&gt;Like the waves crashing against the shore, so did she confront my wall of fears&lt;br /&gt;and just as the water erodes the land, she wore away at my pains and took away the tears&lt;br /&gt;Who .. else .. can .. make me feel the way that she does&lt;br /&gt;Beyond God, nobody, and that's why she is the bearer of my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5005461511376359840-295872772006498221?l=thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/295872772006498221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thispoetsramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/her.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5005461511376359840/posts/default/295872772006498221'/><link rel='self' 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