<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-6081284941769997421</id><updated>2024-09-05T11:15:48.652+03:00</updated><category term="Merc"/><title type='text'>Bazookey Brains</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17900792924695710655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-5620140773449860038</id><published>2012-10-24T09:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2012-10-24T09:43:26.510+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;A times i wonder, Why
I walk lonely on beach white sand&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;As the ocean waters row
Warmth of others wash up my legs
Each tide warmer than previous

i want to keep a lil scoop
Just a drop of that tide
With all the sincerity in my intentions
I seem to forget
The scoop seeps thro my hands
Back to their tide

Am left wet in my hands
Tears drench my chin
And i walk on
Hands in the pocket
Head heavy in WHYs
Until the next tide
The warmth of another couple
Washes by my feet&lt;/pre&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/5620140773449860038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2012/10/i-just-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/5620140773449860038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/5620140773449860038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2012/10/i-just-wonder.html' title='I Just Wonder'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-1583384346700763795</id><published>2012-10-22T19:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2012-10-22T19:05:33.141+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutes To Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;&quot;&gt;Sleep eludes my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;&quot;&gt;Thoughts flood my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;&quot;&gt;Who let loose the questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;&quot;&gt;Yet hid the key to the silo of answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;&quot;&gt;This will get out of hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;&quot;&gt;It will be a past heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.449999809265137px;&quot;&gt;The chiming bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.449999809265137px;&quot;&gt;The tick-tock of the cell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.449999809265137px;&quot;&gt;The count of each second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;The dawn is so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;The birds are too silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;The night is too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15.449999809265137px;&quot;&gt;Did i just hear that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;The claws of a cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;Harshly run across the ceiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;Then the rat is unwilling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;What if it was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;No way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;Could they have been watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;Whose eyes are those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;Twinkling and winking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;Are they watery or jittery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;How many are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;I blink yet i see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15.433333396911621px;&quot;&gt;Am sure you aint here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where are the crickets&lt;br /&gt;
That sung me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
The live sounds of the twigs&lt;br /&gt;
That sway my mind into dreams&lt;br /&gt;
Who silenced you&lt;br /&gt;
Who clipped your cords&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is a twitch on my leg&lt;br /&gt;
Someone is crawling my chin&lt;br /&gt;
Slithering up my duvet&lt;br /&gt;
That is not my skin&lt;br /&gt;
Nor could it be my nails&lt;br /&gt;
I know am not that cold&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{..scream in your heart...}&lt;br /&gt;
Yer cause i did&lt;br /&gt;
I clutch on to my&lt;br /&gt;
That sure should never be touched&lt;br /&gt;
Its the Light that scares&lt;br /&gt;
My night of sins is gone.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/1583384346700763795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2012/10/minutes-to-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/1583384346700763795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/1583384346700763795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2012/10/minutes-to-dawn.html' title='Minutes To Dawn'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-3392500402881114128</id><published>2012-10-22T10:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2012-10-22T10:46:42.588+03:00</updated><title type='text'>All Gone.</title><content type='html'>Its all gone&lt;br /&gt;
This faith i &amp;nbsp;had is torn&lt;br /&gt;
Though once held inside&lt;br /&gt;
In my heart it used to reside&lt;br /&gt;
Now its drenched&lt;br /&gt;
Fringed&amp;nbsp;and now lynched&lt;br /&gt;
Oh! Its all gone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its life, so i get to hear&lt;br /&gt;
Yet its poured just like beer&lt;br /&gt;
Of lethal pinching and piercing&lt;br /&gt;
Felt way below the rear ceiling&lt;br /&gt;
It just wont go away&lt;br /&gt;
No matter how much i sway&lt;br /&gt;
Now its all gone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had hope&lt;br /&gt;
Sure as hell and Pope&lt;br /&gt;
Yet you crash it&lt;br /&gt;
Aint it enough to beat&lt;br /&gt;
Then on the ground you trod&lt;br /&gt;
Its cool you did prod&lt;br /&gt;
Cause now its all gone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had seen the future&lt;br /&gt;
Even tried to be its leecher&lt;br /&gt;
Every word in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;
Oh a breath i loathe&lt;br /&gt;
Kills the heaven in them&lt;br /&gt;
Mauls the life in anthem&lt;br /&gt;
That is how its all gone.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/3392500402881114128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2012/10/all-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/3392500402881114128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/3392500402881114128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2012/10/all-gone.html' title='All Gone.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-7496282322599558070</id><published>2012-08-19T11:47:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2012-08-19T11:47:31.057+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What a murmur</title><content type='html'>am tempted to destroy yee who finds favour in my dificulties. This be inspired by the loathe of frustrations and any disgust i have for those lacking in words to strengthen but destroy.&lt;br /&gt;
This be not seen as threat, be it let to caution yee stand in the path yee whom i beleive created I has drawn for i.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/7496282322599558070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2012/08/what-murmur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/7496282322599558070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/7496282322599558070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2012/08/what-murmur.html' title='What a murmur'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-7725826643296406467</id><published>2012-08-19T11:33:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2012-08-19T11:33:39.240+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How Wrong Am I</title><content type='html'>life`s lessons&lt;br /&gt;
a run through the mud&lt;br /&gt;
do it wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;
all see you as mad&lt;br /&gt;
that be the price of earthlings&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this watermelon world&lt;br /&gt;
slimy and melowy&lt;br /&gt;
never knows its needs&lt;br /&gt;
nor expectations to it&lt;br /&gt;
that way we find to leave it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
here below the sun&lt;br /&gt;
all are slaves, aint you&lt;br /&gt;
to self and the toil&lt;br /&gt;
this be our correctional facilty&lt;br /&gt;
i stand to be corrected&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/7725826643296406467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2012/08/how-wrong-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/7725826643296406467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/7725826643296406467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2012/08/how-wrong-am-i.html' title='How Wrong Am I'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-6424985516598843186</id><published>2012-04-18T10:29:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-18T10:29:44.489+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/6424985516598843186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2012/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/6424985516598843186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/6424985516598843186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2012/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-1898410189557015851</id><published>2012-04-18T10:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-18T10:11:06.517+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the world aint round anymore&lt;br /&gt;
the earth aint revolving anymore&lt;br /&gt;
we are all stuck&lt;br /&gt;
in a pile or stack&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the world paused&lt;br /&gt;
the&amp;nbsp;bourgeois&amp;nbsp;poised&lt;br /&gt;
skin burning in coast&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;poor are toast&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the earth is on a hoist&lt;br /&gt;
all are out of choice&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/1898410189557015851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2012/04/world-aint-round-anymore-earth-aint.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/1898410189557015851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/1898410189557015851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2012/04/world-aint-round-anymore-earth-aint.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-8906662268843658229</id><published>2011-09-12T11:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:32:05.214+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That be it&lt;br /&gt;
Mark where to dig a pit&lt;br /&gt;
Or do we drill it&lt;br /&gt;

Which is fast&lt;br /&gt;
The crowd beckons&lt;br /&gt;

Shouting at your last light&lt;br /&gt;

Shovels and arms up&lt;br /&gt;
Readying to have a go&lt;br /&gt;

Just the feel of your sendoff&lt;br /&gt;
To switch off your candle&lt;br /&gt;
Sign you off to the folks&lt;br /&gt;
Cause eventually, Gadhafi s gone&lt;br /&gt;

The feel of your sendoff&lt;br /&gt;
To switch off your  candle&lt;br /&gt;
Sign you off to your folks&lt;br /&gt;
Cause eventually, Gadhafi s gone.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/8906662268843658229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/09/that-be-it-mark-whea-t-dig-pit-or-do-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/8906662268843658229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/8906662268843658229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/09/that-be-it-mark-whea-t-dig-pit-or-do-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-4943311842065465316</id><published>2011-07-11T15:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:52:05.801+03:00</updated><title type='text'>so Who Were You</title><content type='html'>With ua wads i craved u, &lt;br /&gt;
now ua actions grave me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With ua thoughts i picture u,&lt;br /&gt;
now ua images disfigure me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With ua promises i desired u, &lt;br /&gt;
now they r broken am so!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With ua dreams i saw a soulmate, &lt;br /&gt;
now from ua silence am all WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With ua messages a reality u wa, &lt;br /&gt;
now u r cold a world freezed up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just 2 ask. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
WHO WERE YOU</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/4943311842065465316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-who-were-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/4943311842065465316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/4943311842065465316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-who-were-you.html' title='so Who Were You'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-1441032667401713112</id><published>2011-07-11T15:48:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:48:34.027+03:00</updated><title type='text'>DID I.......? U KNOW.............</title><content type='html'>Did i scare u,&lt;br /&gt;
with th thunderous stamps, &lt;br /&gt;
in th path to your heart, &lt;br /&gt;
but i knocked, &lt;br /&gt;
enough times i believe,&lt;br /&gt;
n u welcomed me,&lt;br /&gt;
or so gestures showed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Did i amaze u, &lt;br /&gt;
with th long strides,&lt;br /&gt;
while i approached your life,&lt;br /&gt;
2 hold hands, &lt;br /&gt;
but you seemed at ease, &lt;br /&gt;
or so with th twirl of ua fingers in my hand, &lt;br /&gt;
pumpin confidence 2 draw my future, &lt;br /&gt;
right infront u as th background. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Did i spoil ua appetite,&lt;br /&gt;
with my gluttonous concern into ua tym, &lt;br /&gt;
to be a beta friend, &lt;br /&gt;
but i asked in every call,&lt;br /&gt;
seekin approval at evry second, &lt;br /&gt;
but you seemed 2 agree, &lt;br /&gt;
or so it seemed, &lt;br /&gt;
in th tone of ua voice, &lt;br /&gt;
th giggles tht met my concern, &lt;br /&gt;
leavin me heavily burdened,&lt;br /&gt;
with hope n faith, &lt;br /&gt;
a beautiful couple i pictured we were. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Did i worry you, &lt;br /&gt;
wit th excitement in my voice, &lt;br /&gt;
or my jeering desire to be with you, &lt;br /&gt;
but you stated ua enthusiasm, &lt;br /&gt;
a need 2 b stable,&lt;br /&gt;
or so it seemed, &lt;br /&gt;
with every word uttered,&lt;br /&gt;
makin me confidently proud, &lt;br /&gt;
of a new found belonging, &lt;br /&gt;
a sense for so long i had longed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now tel me,&lt;br /&gt;
what was it?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/1441032667401713112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/did-i-u-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/1441032667401713112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/1441032667401713112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/did-i-u-know.html' title='DID I.......? U KNOW.............'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-3142060515140383521</id><published>2011-07-11T15:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:45:32.356+03:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW COULD I</title><content type='html'>Gv evn wat i dint hv,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
without evn d smel of comtment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Trust a voice,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
without evn a hint of mutual desire.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Believ in a tone,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
without evn a taste of shared longing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bet my all,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
without evn a sign of reciprocation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All in th name of lo...,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/3142060515140383521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-could-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/3142060515140383521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/3142060515140383521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-could-i.html' title='HOW COULD I'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-1293008992305357501</id><published>2011-07-11T15:43:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:43:59.073+03:00</updated><title type='text'>i will wait to be your core</title><content type='html'>since you stopped this talk&lt;br /&gt;
sent me back to this lonely walk&lt;br /&gt;
drew th line of separation in chalk&lt;br /&gt;
wish i could feel helpless or in a lock&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
with your words my soul you chimed&lt;br /&gt;
your tongue my soul you rhymed&lt;br /&gt;
a tinder making me feel dimed&lt;br /&gt;
only to leave my eyes so limed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
wait a bit, my ear heard last&lt;br /&gt;
my heart beats in eager so fast&lt;br /&gt;
2 my soul,keep a promise is a must&lt;br /&gt;
but its been too long off i feel cast&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
been bending to yo a burden i am&lt;br /&gt;
my thoughts to you a chatter of monkey-mum&lt;br /&gt;
so its your style to say it in mum!&lt;br /&gt;
but th last word you&#39;ll say whether you cram&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
one time have i caused your soul war?&lt;br /&gt;
too long i&#39;ve been knocking your door&lt;br /&gt;
three much you played me to a sore&lt;br /&gt;
all in the wait to be your core</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/1293008992305357501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-will-wait-to-be-your-core.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/1293008992305357501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/1293008992305357501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-will-wait-to-be-your-core.html' title='i will wait to be your core'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-4473038285389035088</id><published>2011-07-11T15:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:42:27.440+03:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSSY miss</title><content type='html'>in humility i seek your face&lt;br /&gt;
in piety to know my fate&lt;br /&gt;
so please slow your pace&lt;br /&gt;
these feelings are not in a race&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
am on my knees so u see&lt;br /&gt;
just squat as so to pee&lt;br /&gt;
lets share to know who is we&lt;br /&gt;
from these then wd can be&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
am in pain just to say&lt;br /&gt;
in the rain, is this the say&lt;br /&gt;
still in th belief that thea&#39;s a may&lt;br /&gt;
as i seek your heart everyday&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
am out of saliva, so is time&lt;br /&gt;
my heart is dashing like am in a mine&lt;br /&gt;
am perturbed and out of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;
just hear me, my heart will shine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this love here,so deep and kind&lt;br /&gt;
this wish here,so naive in mind&lt;br /&gt;
yet your face thea,so rich and dined&lt;br /&gt;
all ask for is TO BE YOUR LAST FIND</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/4473038285389035088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/misssy-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/4473038285389035088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/4473038285389035088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/misssy-miss.html' title='MISSSY miss'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-2936445888849914562</id><published>2011-07-11T15:39:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:39:43.813+03:00</updated><title type='text'>lasT nighT</title><content type='html'>I slept a happy man&lt;br /&gt;
i lived in th coke can&lt;br /&gt;
a man so jolly&lt;br /&gt;
so proud of my folly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i vowed not to fall again&lt;br /&gt;
had had heart full of pain&lt;br /&gt;
but your chuckle on that end&lt;br /&gt;
a flesh soul you tend&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
had lost faith, oh so&lt;br /&gt;
had sunk to deep&lt;br /&gt;
awash are my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;
and sadness it follows&lt;br /&gt;
u did it in solos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i found it in you &lt;br /&gt;
a new reason not to screw&lt;br /&gt;
a passion to view&lt;br /&gt;
my life&#39;s so new&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
because i believe&lt;br /&gt;
in this feeling we seek to weave&lt;br /&gt;
as i float like a leave&lt;br /&gt;
in your heart i wish to live&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
in trust i beckon&lt;br /&gt;
a call to life they&#39;ll reckon&lt;br /&gt;
let it be fat as bacon&lt;br /&gt;
st stand out as an icon&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
all this because i have loved again&lt;br /&gt;
may th Lords be with us, D!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/2936445888849914562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/2936445888849914562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/2936445888849914562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-night.html' title='lasT nighT'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-4149239244374656207</id><published>2011-07-11T15:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:34:00.990+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BEFORE YOU CAME</title><content type='html'>I was whole&lt;br /&gt;
i was a soul&lt;br /&gt;
am now in clutters&lt;br /&gt;
you had me shuttered&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i was a mole&lt;br /&gt;
i never cared though&lt;br /&gt;
i gave you my all&lt;br /&gt;
you gave me a sore&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i was a toad&lt;br /&gt;
had my life&#39;s so broad&lt;br /&gt;
your intent so shrewd&lt;br /&gt;
my mind you screwed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i was pumped with hope&lt;br /&gt;
my patience could cope&lt;br /&gt;
my thoughts you pawn&lt;br /&gt;
in pain i shone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
in torment i curl&lt;br /&gt;
in disgust you purr&lt;br /&gt;
with smiles you plan&lt;br /&gt;
how i not be of your clan&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
in thoughts i shrink&lt;br /&gt;
my eyes could not wink&lt;br /&gt;
my hopes you drain&lt;br /&gt;
to destinyless train&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this prior to your coming&lt;br /&gt;
my life had no cumming&lt;br /&gt;
I was full of joy&lt;br /&gt;
had all lots of coy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/4149239244374656207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/before-you-came.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/4149239244374656207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/4149239244374656207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/before-you-came.html' title='BEFORE YOU CAME'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-479815169192839868</id><published>2011-07-11T15:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:29:14.059+03:00</updated><title type='text'>thE uglY onE! yoU</title><content type='html'>you th ugly one&lt;br /&gt;
despised for your complexion&lt;br /&gt;
in th preference of th fairer&lt;br /&gt;
yet deep below th colour&lt;br /&gt;
deeply runs your womanhood&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you the ugly one&lt;br /&gt;
pushed to th trenches by th chooser&lt;br /&gt;
for th one who pleases th eye&lt;br /&gt;
yet far within th attraction&lt;br /&gt;
far within is your woman&#39;s touch&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you the ugly one&lt;br /&gt;
hushed by the tones of th village divas &lt;br /&gt;
in th run for th village moran&lt;br /&gt;
yet high above th vocal pitch&lt;br /&gt;
high is th respect you&#39;ve for man&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you th ugly one&lt;br /&gt;
trampled in th mud of figure&lt;br /&gt;
in th pursuit of perfect curvature&lt;br /&gt;
yet beyond th roundness your bum&lt;br /&gt;
your thighs round my life&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you th ugly one&lt;br /&gt;
i set to discover you&lt;br /&gt;
unearth th beauty of your soul&lt;br /&gt;
yet i find myself blind&lt;br /&gt;
from th love you hold deep within&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you th ugly one&lt;br /&gt;
exhausted by th beautiful ones i pant for you&lt;br /&gt;
a beacon of trust you light in me&lt;br /&gt;
a</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/479815169192839868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/ugly-one-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/479815169192839868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/479815169192839868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/ugly-one-you.html' title='thE uglY onE! yoU'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-7645161460825473720</id><published>2011-07-11T15:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:27:01.316+03:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPsie!!!</title><content type='html'>i did it again&lt;br /&gt;
opened my heart&lt;br /&gt;
for a vulture to prey&lt;br /&gt;
tear it into shreds&lt;br /&gt;
of regret and hurt&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i did it again&lt;br /&gt;
let in an embezzler of trust&lt;br /&gt;
to rest in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;
of belief in faithfulnes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i did it again&lt;br /&gt;
admired an unquenchable desirer&lt;br /&gt;
to dim my vision&lt;br /&gt;
of affection beyond body&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i did it again&lt;br /&gt;
shared my soul with an Eve&lt;br /&gt;
oh so holy under a wig&lt;br /&gt;
of pretence and jokes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i did it again&lt;br /&gt;
i rushed into a couplenes&lt;br /&gt;
to be crashed with shame&lt;br /&gt;
more ridicule to my intentions&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i did it again&lt;br /&gt;
i loved with my heart&lt;br /&gt;
got lost in this gameOOPS, I DID IT AGAIN.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/7645161460825473720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/oopsie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/7645161460825473720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/7645161460825473720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/oopsie.html' title='OOPsie!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-4207097893115572950</id><published>2011-07-11T15:23:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:23:57.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Be Short</title><content type='html'>Life is short&lt;br /&gt;
And dreams so many&lt;br /&gt;
Raiding our life0With rungus of expectation&lt;br /&gt;
Machets of responsibility&lt;br /&gt;
Unknown to us&lt;br /&gt;
That thoughts don&#39;t build&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actions lead to trials&lt;br /&gt;
The hefty price of reason&lt;br /&gt;
An expense on short breath&lt;br /&gt;
Then we are in bondage&lt;br /&gt;
The fear we hid from&lt;br /&gt;
Engulfs us in&lt;br /&gt;
Encroaches on to our happiness&lt;br /&gt;
Choke th smile in our heart&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Just for this once&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Th soul cries out&lt;br /&gt;
In anguish so scared&lt;br /&gt;
At th beckoning future&lt;br /&gt;
That shines with burdening rays&lt;br /&gt;
Of life unforgiving&lt;br /&gt;
And heights unscaleable&lt;br /&gt;
Of expectations and duties&lt;br /&gt;
With eyes right through you&lt;br /&gt;
Piercing with desire&lt;br /&gt;
Just there staring in query&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Fulfill our you promise&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
A better life thy enquire&lt;br /&gt;
In shameless hands&lt;br /&gt;
And empty tongues&lt;br /&gt;
They seek in to your pockets&lt;br /&gt;
Though emptied by this world&lt;br /&gt;
And a lover to please</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/4207097893115572950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-life-be-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/4207097893115572950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/4207097893115572950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-life-be-short.html' title='My Life Be Short'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-3608121667771389112</id><published>2011-07-11T15:21:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:21:51.558+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What s next for t Kenyan</title><content type='html'>From:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This anger in me,&lt;br /&gt;
Seconds of my life,&lt;br /&gt;
It hs written off.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This pain in me,&lt;br /&gt;
Pounds of my flesh,&lt;br /&gt;
It has chiseled me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This blurrness in me,&lt;br /&gt;
next steps of my life,&lt;br /&gt;
All wiped off. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This blindness in me, &lt;br /&gt;
In the belief me an emotion, &lt;br /&gt;
My now youth,&lt;br /&gt;
Clamped down to halt. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This anguish in me, &lt;br /&gt;
Thats makes me treble, &lt;br /&gt;
With energy to blink, &lt;br /&gt;
And desire to be found worth, &lt;br /&gt;
In eyes so cruel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, whats next?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/3608121667771389112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-s-next-for-t-kenyan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/3608121667771389112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/3608121667771389112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-s-next-for-t-kenyan.html' title='What s next for t Kenyan'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-3476304720600421189</id><published>2011-07-11T15:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:17:58.519+03:00</updated><title type='text'>beREAVED kenYA</title><content type='html'>there are clouds &lt;br /&gt;
right above her scalp&lt;br /&gt;
hanging this low&lt;br /&gt;
as to freeze her sense&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
th bright have fled &lt;br /&gt;
to the east and west&lt;br /&gt;
oh th green pastures they seek&lt;br /&gt;
a desert they leave her&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the eagles come flying &lt;br /&gt;
with banners of aid and funding&lt;br /&gt;
veils of heavy shackles&lt;br /&gt;
that burden even the unborn&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
with no one to turn to&lt;br /&gt;
she eats her own&lt;br /&gt;
just to keep up the zeal&lt;br /&gt;
devoured by their rejection&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but she holds a foetus&lt;br /&gt;
alive and bouncing&lt;br /&gt;
awaiting a midwife call&lt;br /&gt;
to arouse all around her</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/3476304720600421189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/bereaved-kenya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/3476304720600421189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/3476304720600421189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/07/bereaved-kenya.html' title='beREAVED kenYA'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-2729406931491904262</id><published>2011-04-20T12:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T12:00:12.360+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Shaved My Crotch(Tribute to Mau Forest)</title><content type='html'>yes am bald&lt;br /&gt;
its all gone &lt;br /&gt;
oh how comes &lt;br /&gt;
i never heard th slashing&lt;br /&gt;
nor a powersaw&#39;s drive&lt;br /&gt;
cutting all my bush&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
my future is all bare&lt;br /&gt;
for all to ridicule&lt;br /&gt;
on th goosebums now left&lt;br /&gt;
th stumps of fickles&lt;br /&gt;
now staring at us all&lt;br /&gt;
almost poking at us all &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but now i remember&lt;br /&gt;
sliding down in there&lt;br /&gt;
pricking one by one&lt;br /&gt;
th bush i was blessed with&lt;br /&gt;
ouch OUCH ouch ouch&lt;br /&gt;
i kept calling out&lt;br /&gt;
yet i slid back&lt;br /&gt;
and came back with a handful&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but alas &lt;br /&gt;
i cant wait for th stumps&lt;br /&gt;
i cut even thier shoots&lt;br /&gt;
pruning every chance i get&lt;br /&gt;
unaware of th hungry eyes&lt;br /&gt;
of my progeny standing aside&lt;br /&gt;
what am i teaching them&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
now my private canopy is gone&lt;br /&gt;
am all exposed to th ozone&lt;br /&gt;
my future is all frail&lt;br /&gt;
dead and drained&lt;br /&gt;
no life will ever flow &lt;br /&gt;
or wallow from this pink tributes&lt;br /&gt;
filled with gusto and zeal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you also are to blame&lt;br /&gt;
for you partook my harvest&lt;br /&gt;
from it you found warmth&lt;br /&gt;
clothed your offsprings&lt;br /&gt;
whea they got thier knowledge&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
yes MAU forest is gone&lt;br /&gt;
th source of all east african life&lt;br /&gt;
YES WE SHAVED OUR CROTCH.&lt;br /&gt;
we all did</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/2729406931491904262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-shaved-my-crotchtribute-to-mau.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/2729406931491904262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/2729406931491904262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-shaved-my-crotchtribute-to-mau.html' title='Who Shaved My Crotch(Tribute to Mau Forest)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-7071264288014729050</id><published>2011-04-20T11:56:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T11:56:33.471+03:00</updated><title type='text'>miss Anopheles</title><content type='html'>One night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wrapped in your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With nothing but de skin for a blanket&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Listening to your hot breatnhs&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As they whizz my ear robes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your hard ni_ _ps piercing my chest&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Our hearts competing to shutter th ribs&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Feel your thighs restin on mine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hour torso heaving slowly yet steadily&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fingers running down the spine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Palm pressing the goosebums&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Letting the steamy scratchrun down to th ( , )&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In just one night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
by Miss Anopheles</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/7071264288014729050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/04/miss-anopheles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/7071264288014729050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/7071264288014729050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/04/miss-anopheles.html' title='miss Anopheles'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-5824347952900191611</id><published>2011-04-20T11:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T11:53:12.065+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Were You</title><content type='html'>With ua wads i craved u, &lt;br /&gt;
now ua actions grave me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With ua thoughts i picture u,&lt;br /&gt;
now ua images disfigure me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With ua promises i desired u, &lt;br /&gt;
now they r broken am so!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With ua dreams i saw a soulmate, &lt;br /&gt;
now from ua silence am all WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With ua messages a reality u wa, &lt;br /&gt;
now u r cold a world freezed up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just 2 ask. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
WHO WERE YOU</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/5824347952900191611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-were-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/5824347952900191611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/5824347952900191611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-were-you.html' title='Who Were You'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-155797875613993928</id><published>2011-04-04T11:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:47:58.193+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ungechinjika wewe</title><content type='html'>its th irony of life&lt;br /&gt;
tht u r beautyfu&lt;br /&gt;
n&lt;br /&gt;
i admire u&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
tht u hv dreams&lt;br /&gt;
n&lt;br /&gt;
ua lyf is a heaven 2 me(already)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
th u r perfect&lt;br /&gt;
n&lt;br /&gt;
i hv nathin 2 woo u&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
tht u r in real&lt;br /&gt;
n&lt;br /&gt;
i could see th genuine heart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
tht u r&lt;br /&gt;
n&lt;br /&gt;
i am happy to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;
cheers</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/155797875613993928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/04/ungechinjika-wewe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/155797875613993928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/155797875613993928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/04/ungechinjika-wewe.html' title='ungechinjika wewe'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081284941769997421.post-5419838592999116576</id><published>2011-04-01T11:04:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T11:04:14.204+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Killed Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;font-size:14pt&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;in all views &lt;br&gt;we were more than ewes&lt;br&gt;always in the news&lt;br&gt;heaped with woos&lt;br&gt;who knew&lt;br&gt;it was just a noose&lt;br&gt;so tight we cont get loose&lt;br&gt;just coughing with Whooz!!&lt;br&gt;grinding us into booze&lt;br&gt;and &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/feeds/5419838592999116576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-killed-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/5419838592999116576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081284941769997421/posts/default/5419838592999116576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwamweag.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-killed-us.html' title='Who Killed Us'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>