<?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-3133583611646790257</id><updated>2024-11-08T07:36:32.552-08:00</updated><category term="ne033x"/><category term="inspirational poem"/><category term="life&#39;s struggle"/><category term="life poem"/><category term="hope"/><category term="love"/><category term="love poem"/><category term="understanding"/><category term="god"/><category term="poetry about life"/><category term="overcoming obstacles"/><category term="purpose in life"/><category term="broken heart"/><category term="love poetry"/><category term="love song"/><category term="spirituality"/><category term="dara lynne martin"/><category term="life"/><category term="reflections"/><category term="spread love"/><category term="life poerty"/><category term="sad love poem"/><category term="soul mates"/><category term="struggle"/><category term="relationship poetry"/><category term="death"/><category term="spirituality poetry"/><category term="guardian angels"/><category term="peace"/><category term="timeless poem"/><category term="native american"/><category term="plight"/><category term="humanitarianism"/><category term="life poetry"/><category term="love story"/><category term="memories"/><category term="break up"/><category term="losing a lover"/><category term="positive poetry"/><category term="separation"/><category term="caring"/><category term="wisdom"/><category term="prison poetry"/><category term="christianity"/><category term="poetry"/><category term="street poetry"/><category term="angels"/><category term="reincarnation"/><category term="religeous poetry"/><category term="Daniel Lee Watson"/><category term="casualties of war"/><category term="children"/><category term="moving on"/><category term="poem"/><category term="poetry from the inside"/><category term="russell means&#39;"/><category term="sad"/><category term="sharing"/><category term="solitary confinement"/><category term="federal prison"/><category term="heidi rasmussen"/><category term="poems"/><category term="sheetwana"/><category term="addiction"/><category term="antiwar"/><category term="cherokee"/><category term="divorce"/><category term="drug abuse"/><category term="heidi watson"/><category term="military funerals"/><category term="mothers"/><category term="ruined life"/><category term="smu"/><category term="special management unit"/><category term="2012"/><category term="Alaska"/><category term="biker poem"/><category term="december 21"/><category term="freedom"/><category term="methamphetamine"/><category term="veterans"/><category term="81"/><category term="Love letter"/><category term="animals"/><category term="denmark"/><category term="dope"/><category term="hamc"/><category term="magnetic pole shift"/><category term="meth"/><category term="quotes"/><category term="the hole"/><category term="A.A. 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&lt;br /&gt;
Because I could not stop for Death&lt;br /&gt;
He kindly stopped for me&lt;br /&gt;
The Carriage held but just Ourselves&lt;br /&gt;
And Immortality.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We slowly drove, he knew no haste&lt;br /&gt;
And I had put away&lt;br /&gt;
My labor and my leisure too,&lt;br /&gt;
For his civility.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We passed the School, where Children strove&lt;br /&gt;
At recess in the ring&lt;br /&gt;
We passed the fields of gazing grain&lt;br /&gt;
We passed the setting sun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or rather, he passed us&lt;br /&gt;
The dews drew quivering and chill&lt;br /&gt;
For only Gossamer, my gown&lt;br /&gt;
My tippet only tulle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We paused before a house that seemed&lt;br /&gt;
A swelling of the GROUND&lt;br /&gt;
The roof was scarcely visible&lt;br /&gt;
The cornice in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since then &#39;tis centuries and yet&lt;br /&gt;
Feels shorter than the DAY&lt;br /&gt;
I first surmised the horses&#39; heads&lt;br /&gt;
Were toward eternity.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a
 disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique 
experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It&#39;s like 
this…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you&#39;re going to have a baby, it&#39;s like planning a fabulous 
vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your 
wonderful plans. The Coliseum, the Michelangelo David, the gondolas in 
Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It&#39;s all very 
exciting. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You 
pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The
 stewardess comes in and says, &quot;Welcome to Holland.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Holland?!&quot; you say. &quot;What do you mean, Holland?&quot; I signed up for
 Italy! I&#39;m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I&#39;ve dreamed of going 
to Italy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But there&#39;s been a change in the flight plan. They&#39;ve landed in Holland and there you must stay. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The important thing is that they haven&#39;t taken you to some 
horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and 
disease. It&#39;s just a different place. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So you must go out and buy a new guidebook. And you must learn a 
whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you 
would never have met. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s just a different place. It&#39;s slower paced than Italy, less 
flashy than Italy. But after you&#39;ve been there for a while and you catch
 your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has 
windmills, Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandts. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and 
they&#39;re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for
 the rest of your life you will say, &quot;Yes, that&#39;s where I was supposed 
to go. That&#39;s what I had planned.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The pain of that will never, ever, go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn&#39;t get 
to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very 
lovely things about Holland.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;
Written by Emily Perl Kingsley
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;
&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;
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a poem for the broken hearted.
&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;post-header&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
This is a poem for the broken hearted.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
For the abandon.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
For heavy eyelids,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
and led boots.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
This is a poem for those who wonder 
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
if they&#39;ll ever be able to shake the
thought of their ex-lover.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
But pray they never do.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
This is a poem for those who&#39;s hearts
have been broken so much,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
that it only pumps sawdust into your
veins.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
For the constantly hazy eyed,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
constantly drunk,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
constantly stomach punched&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
constantly hurt.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
Constantly changing the songs on your
ipod&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
because every single one reminds you of
her.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
Because she has branded a hole the
shape of herself into your soul.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
Left you so fucking broken,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
even God looks at you and shrugs his
shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
Somedays, you will wish your snooze
button was a noose.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
Somedays, you the only thought more
unbearable&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
than the ones about her,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
are the ones where your mother is
watching your bloody shirt&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
tumble in the dryer.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
And somedays, youre worried even that
thought won&#39;t keep you alive.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
But listen,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
you are not a human sacrifice.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
I am not a human sacrifice.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
I will no longer bleed in your name.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
I will no longer drive past your
fucking house,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
and I will no longer look for you every
time I go to a coffee shop.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
And I will no longer look at red ford
focuses 
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
hoping you&#39;re behind the steering
wheel.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
You&#39;re never behind the steering wheel.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
I will no longer cry after I have an
orgasm. 
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
I will no longer imagine that the girls
I fuck are you.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
I will no longer fuck girls.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
See, I&#39;m 24 years old and I still think
love 
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
is in the front drawer of a one night
stand.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
Every morning for me is empty,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
dwelling in a place where the sun never
rises.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
Because some days, I still think you
were the one who put the sun there&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
This is a poem for the broken hearted.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
I know that time is your friend now,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
and it seems like she even broke the
hands on your clock,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
but the crow bar she jambed up
underneath your ribcage, 
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
will rattle loose again.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
And that shit hurts even when it&#39;s
coming back out.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
And every time someone says to me “it
gets better”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
I kinda want to punch them in the
throat,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
but it gets better.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
Eventually,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
after a while.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
At least that&#39;s what I keep telling
myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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by Erica&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://ericaisabird.blogspot.com/2013/08/a-poem-for-broken-hearted.html&quot;&gt;http://ericaisabird.blogspot.com/2013/08/a-poem-for-broken-hearted.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3864156967602097902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-mountains-are-calling-and-i-must-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/3864156967602097902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/3864156967602097902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-mountains-are-calling-and-i-must-go.html' title='The mountains are calling, and I must go.'/><author><name>Ne033x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335311292798925405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4C7OnoHTEnMg-5-f2uD8FLcqjsnVSoZjVL1wzTnFnntGOpeyEpUla0dppVDNgb1h7pNrmc0PpceMMuS7GtMQT60uyiTF0QUhLv5m7nN66KHAMANV1JSWd0LmFfHAEYXs/s220/l_e7821ceac148ed8ed2fa1141467091f5_pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133583611646790257.post-3432950856379208562</id><published>2014-01-18T01:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-18T02:03:04.237-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alaska"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alaska Native"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Athabascan Indian"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daniel Lee Watson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marian Bolen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="native american"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ne033x"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflections"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ruth Hofstad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="understanding"/><title type='text'>“There Is No Word for Goodbye”</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;480&quot; src=&quot;//www.youtube.com/embed/VyTS6MrkIIQ&quot; width=&quot;640&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Sokoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;, I said, looking through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;the net of wrinkles into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;wise black pools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;of her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;What do you
say in Athabascan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in; tab-stops: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;when you leave each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in; tab-stops: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;What is the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in; tab-stops: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;for goodbye? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;A shade of
feeling rippled &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in; tab-stops: 27.0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;the wind-tanned skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in; tab-stops: 27.0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Ah, nothing, she said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in; tab-stops: 27.0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;watching the river flash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;She looked
at me close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in; tab-stops: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;We just say, &lt;i&gt;Tlaa&lt;/i&gt;. That means, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in; tab-stops: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;See you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in; tab-stops: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;We never leave each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in; tab-stops: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;When does your mouth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in; tab-stops: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;say goodbye to your heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;She touched
me light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;as a bluebell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;You forget when you leave us; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;you&#39;re so small then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;We don&#39;t use that word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;We always
think you&#39;re coming back, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in; tab-stops: center .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;but if you don&#39;t, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in; tab-stops: center .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;we&#39;ll see you some place else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in; tab-stops: center .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;You understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoPlainText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in; tab-stops: center .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;There is no word for goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Sokoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;: Aunt (mother&#39;s sister) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Tlaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;: See you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;From Mary
TallMountain’s volume of poems &lt;i&gt;The Light on the Wall.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Los Angeles:
University of California Press, 1990.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3432950856379208562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2014/01/there-is-no-word-for-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/3432950856379208562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/3432950856379208562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2014/01/there-is-no-word-for-goodbye.html' title='“There Is No Word for Goodbye”'/><author><name>Ne033x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335311292798925405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4C7OnoHTEnMg-5-f2uD8FLcqjsnVSoZjVL1wzTnFnntGOpeyEpUla0dppVDNgb1h7pNrmc0PpceMMuS7GtMQT60uyiTF0QUhLv5m7nN66KHAMANV1JSWd0LmFfHAEYXs/s220/l_e7821ceac148ed8ed2fa1141467091f5_pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133583611646790257.post-2330133915742637545</id><published>2014-01-17T21:51:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-17T22:00:34.643-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alaska"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daniel Lee Watson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="god"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hope"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspirational poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life&#39;s struggle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ne033x"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry about life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="purpose in life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflections"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spirituality"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spread love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wisdom"/><title type='text'>I Can’t Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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I can’t remember&lt;br /&gt;
skipping rocks on the beach&lt;br /&gt;
My childhoods forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
My childhoods lost.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Going to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;
Making mud cakes&lt;br /&gt;
Playing with friends in the street.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can’t remember&lt;br /&gt;
All the bereavement&lt;br /&gt;
My childhoods forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
My childhoods lost.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The doctor doing surgery&lt;br /&gt;
Me getting pain pills&lt;br /&gt;
I can’t remember any of it&lt;br /&gt;
None of it’s clear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still can’t remember,&lt;br /&gt;
How it’s gone&lt;br /&gt;
My childhoods forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
My childhoods lost.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
by Jamesha Willis </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2330133915742637545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2014/01/i-cant-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/2330133915742637545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/2330133915742637545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2014/01/i-cant-remember.html' title='I Can’t Remember'/><author><name>Ne033x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335311292798925405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4C7OnoHTEnMg-5-f2uD8FLcqjsnVSoZjVL1wzTnFnntGOpeyEpUla0dppVDNgb1h7pNrmc0PpceMMuS7GtMQT60uyiTF0QUhLv5m7nN66KHAMANV1JSWd0LmFfHAEYXs/s220/l_e7821ceac148ed8ed2fa1141467091f5_pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133583611646790257.post-6370725864118377008</id><published>2013-12-11T03:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-12-11T03:32:37.441-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="losing a lover"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ne033x"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad love poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="street poetry"/><title type='text'>Sugar Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sugar baby&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
plaything for daddy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
showers her in money&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she’s his honey&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fulfills her lifestyle &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
widens his smile&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
hugs and kisses &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
never his mrs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
he’s paying her college fees&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she’s often on her knees&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
has a child to feed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gives her what she needs&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it prostitution?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
or business transaction&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is either getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
is it all just sport&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sugar is nice&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
to life adds spice&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but too much can be bad for you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hope their actions they don’t rue&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
by Susan O&#39;Reilly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://hellopoetry.com/-susan-oreilly/&quot;&gt;http://hellopoetry.com/-susan-oreilly/&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6370725864118377008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/12/sugar-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/6370725864118377008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/6370725864118377008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/12/sugar-baby.html' title='Sugar Baby'/><author><name>Ne033x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335311292798925405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4C7OnoHTEnMg-5-f2uD8FLcqjsnVSoZjVL1wzTnFnntGOpeyEpUla0dppVDNgb1h7pNrmc0PpceMMuS7GtMQT60uyiTF0QUhLv5m7nN66KHAMANV1JSWd0LmFfHAEYXs/s220/l_e7821ceac148ed8ed2fa1141467091f5_pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133583611646790257.post-983045826239782460</id><published>2013-12-11T02:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-12-11T03:11:21.433-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life&#39;s struggle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ne033x"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="plight"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry about life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry from the inside"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prison poetry"/><title type='text'>Jail</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sitting in my cell&lt;br /&gt;
thinking&lt;br /&gt;
what the hell is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m going down&lt;br /&gt;
for prostitution&lt;br /&gt;
and don&#39;t know what to do next&lt;br /&gt;
waiting&lt;br /&gt;
to see what the judge&lt;br /&gt;
has in store for me&lt;br /&gt;
I am scared&lt;br /&gt;
to death&lt;br /&gt;
I let a pimp abuse me&lt;br /&gt;
and let him walk free&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
damn&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I could go back in time&lt;br /&gt;
scared to look my mom in the eye&lt;br /&gt;
scared to become judged&lt;br /&gt;
by everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How am I just going to let this ride off me?&lt;br /&gt;
So now&lt;br /&gt;
sitting where I started&lt;br /&gt;
all because I&#39;m too scared&lt;br /&gt;
to talk about what&#39;s going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In my cell&lt;br /&gt;
everyday, thinking&lt;br /&gt;
why&lt;br /&gt;
I let him walk free&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now I am doing a 6 month bid&lt;br /&gt;
for someone who doesn&#39;t even care&lt;br /&gt;
where I am&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m in jail&lt;br /&gt;
In my cell&lt;br /&gt;
aching from the pain&lt;br /&gt;
of jail.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
by Paulette Essie</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/feeds/983045826239782460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/12/jail_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/983045826239782460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/983045826239782460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/12/jail_11.html' title='Jail'/><author><name>Ne033x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335311292798925405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4C7OnoHTEnMg-5-f2uD8FLcqjsnVSoZjVL1wzTnFnntGOpeyEpUla0dppVDNgb1h7pNrmc0PpceMMuS7GtMQT60uyiTF0QUhLv5m7nN66KHAMANV1JSWd0LmFfHAEYXs/s220/l_e7821ceac148ed8ed2fa1141467091f5_pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133583611646790257.post-4374230405526903290</id><published>2013-12-11T02:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-12-11T02:12:20.531-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cherokee"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="federal prison"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freedom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspirational poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life&#39;s struggle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="native american"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ne033x"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry from the inside"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prison poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="russell means&#39;"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="solitary confinement"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wisdom"/><title type='text'>A WARRIOR IN CHAINS </title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
WHEN&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
A WARRIOR&#39;S
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
SPIRIT IS WHOLE AND STRONG&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
HE IS NOT AFRAID TO DIE&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
IT&#39;S OF NO AVAIL
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
TO THREATEN A WARRIOR WITH DEATH&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
FOR DEATH HAS LITTLE MEANING&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
TO LIVE
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
A WARRIOR NEEDS
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
FREEDOM
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
FOR IT IS THE INDIAN WAY
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
TO ENDURE
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
A WARRIOR NEEDS
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
THE RIGHT
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
TO FREEDOM OF THOUGHT
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A WARRIOR TAKES
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
CONSOLE IN THE
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
SACRED PIPE
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
FOR IT IS HIS RELIGION
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
LIKE A DIEING POOL
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
OF WATER
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
A WARRIOR BECOMES STAGNANT
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
WITHOUT FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
FOR IT IS
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
THE
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
INDIAN WAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
A WARRIOR PERISHES SILENTLY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
ALONE
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
FOR HIS PEOPLE CANNOT
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
HEAR HIS WORDS
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
WITHOUT THE FREEDOM
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
OF COMMUNICATION
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
IN PRISON THERE ARE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
FEW&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
HUMAN RIGHTS&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
MY BED HAS BEEN A CONCRETE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
FLOOR&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
MY BLANKET HAS BEEN MY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
OWN BLOOD&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
I SURVIVE
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
WHILE THOSE THAT
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
ABUSE ME ARE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
HONORED
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BUT I AM NOURISHED BY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;CENTER&quot;&gt;
THE GREAT SPIRIT&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
EVER TRUE AND UNWAVERING&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
I DO NOT FEEL LOST&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I AM NOT ALONE AND WEAK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
MY PRINCIPLES REMAIN&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
STEADFAST&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
MY BELIEFS REMAIN THE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
INDIAN WAY &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
by Bobby Garcia&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4374230405526903290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/12/a-warrior-in-chains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/4374230405526903290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/4374230405526903290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/12/a-warrior-in-chains.html' title='A WARRIOR IN CHAINS '/><author><name>Ne033x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335311292798925405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4C7OnoHTEnMg-5-f2uD8FLcqjsnVSoZjVL1wzTnFnntGOpeyEpUla0dppVDNgb1h7pNrmc0PpceMMuS7GtMQT60uyiTF0QUhLv5m7nN66KHAMANV1JSWd0LmFfHAEYXs/s220/l_e7821ceac148ed8ed2fa1141467091f5_pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133583611646790257.post-5176808700632082291</id><published>2013-12-11T01:42:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-12-11T01:46:04.547-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daniel Lee Watson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="federal prison"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life&#39;s struggle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ne033x"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry from the inside"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prison poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smu"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="solitary confinement"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="special management unit"/><title type='text'>The Bandit</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;content-poetry&quot;&gt;
Upon his way to rob a Bank&lt;br /&gt;
He paused to watch a fire;&lt;br /&gt;
Though crowds were pressing rank on rank&lt;br /&gt;
He pushed a passage nigher;&lt;br /&gt;
Then sudden heard, piercing and wild,&lt;br /&gt;
The screaming of a child.&lt;br /&gt;
A Public Enemy was he,&lt;br /&gt;
A hater of the law;&lt;br /&gt;
He looked around for bravery&lt;br /&gt;
But only fear he saw;&lt;br /&gt;
Then to the craven crowds amaze&lt;br /&gt;
He plunged into the blaze.&lt;br /&gt;
How anguished was the waiting spell&lt;br /&gt;
Of horror and of pain!&lt;br /&gt;
Then--then from out that fiery hell&lt;br /&gt;
He staggered forth again:&lt;br /&gt;
The babe was safe, in blankets wrapt,&lt;br /&gt;
The man flame lapt.&lt;br /&gt;
His record was an evil one,&lt;br /&gt;
Of violence and sin.&lt;br /&gt;
No good on earth he&#39;d ever done,&lt;br /&gt;
Yet--may he Heaven win!&lt;br /&gt;
A gangster he . . . Is it not odd?&lt;br /&gt;
--With guts of God.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
by Robert William Service&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/feeds/5176808700632082291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-bandit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/5176808700632082291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/5176808700632082291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-bandit.html' title='The Bandit'/><author><name>Ne033x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335311292798925405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4C7OnoHTEnMg-5-f2uD8FLcqjsnVSoZjVL1wzTnFnntGOpeyEpUla0dppVDNgb1h7pNrmc0PpceMMuS7GtMQT60uyiTF0QUhLv5m7nN66KHAMANV1JSWd0LmFfHAEYXs/s220/l_e7821ceac148ed8ed2fa1141467091f5_pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133583611646790257.post-8416142914492605263</id><published>2013-12-10T02:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-12-10T02:19:08.101-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="overcoming obstacles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="religeous poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sharing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spirituality"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spirituality poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spread love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="timeless poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="understanding"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wisdom"/><title type='text'>Dalai Lama - The Nobler Truths of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Dalai Lama continues to laugh&lt;br /&gt;
addressing&lt;br /&gt;
a large audience.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The interpreter is super-serious&lt;br /&gt;
has no time for laughter&lt;br /&gt;
The English was like a net&lt;br /&gt;
the Tibetan words butterflies,&lt;br /&gt;
flew from the flower-petal lips of the Dalai Lama&lt;br /&gt;
sometimes to sit on the ears of the Tibetan kids&lt;br /&gt;
sometimes on the gold-flecked robes, &lt;br /&gt;
maybe the wedding dresses&lt;br /&gt;
of the Tibetan women &lt;br /&gt;
taken out only on special occasions&lt;br /&gt;
but worn away at the hems&lt;br /&gt;
this bit of sparkle left&lt;br /&gt;
like the trace of light&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in aged eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Dalai Lama was expounding&lt;br /&gt;
the Four Noble Truths of Buddhism&lt;br /&gt;
He raised his arm and &lt;br /&gt;
like three little dots of ‘therefore’&lt;br /&gt;
there were the marks of childhood vaccination&lt;br /&gt;
peeping through his ochre robe.&lt;br /&gt;
They whispered:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aha, someone is talking about such high principles&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but is from this very world&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;this very epoch&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and he’s just a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;man.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right in front of me, rapt, a grandfather&lt;br /&gt;
on his shoulder&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a chubby little boy and his gurgling bottle&lt;br /&gt;
wiping his running nose&lt;br /&gt;
on grandpa’s sweater —&lt;br /&gt;
He must have been like that&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;—&lt;br /&gt;
the Dalai Lama&lt;br /&gt;
What do we know of Tibet&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;—&lt;br /&gt;
Rahul Sanknityayan or Rinpoches&lt;br /&gt;
monasteries and chow mein&lt;br /&gt;
cheap sweaters and sandals, China,&lt;br /&gt;
snow, lost eyes, round faces and faithful Lhasa Apso pups.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How do those noble truths&lt;br /&gt;
connect with&lt;br /&gt;
such random bits,&lt;br /&gt;
the ignoble truths of life?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Does truth too have hierarchies?&lt;br /&gt;
A caste system?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;—&lt;br /&gt;
Brahmin truths at the top &lt;br /&gt;
and then the &lt;i&gt;Shudra&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;truths at the bottom?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hunger and&lt;br /&gt;
thirst&lt;br /&gt;
heat and cold&lt;br /&gt;
attachment and cruelties&lt;br /&gt;
Love and hate&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;—&lt;br /&gt;
are these truths really lower?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dalai Lama, you tell me, please:&lt;br /&gt;
if the truth is like these mountain ranges —&lt;br /&gt;
high and low.&lt;br /&gt;
I prefer living in the deep cave of a small truth&lt;br /&gt;
occasionally coming to you&lt;br /&gt;
to learn the nobler truths of life.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/feeds/8416142914492605263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/12/dalai-lama-nobler-truths-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/8416142914492605263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/8416142914492605263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/12/dalai-lama-nobler-truths-of-life.html' title='Dalai Lama - The Nobler Truths of Life'/><author><name>Ne033x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335311292798925405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4C7OnoHTEnMg-5-f2uD8FLcqjsnVSoZjVL1wzTnFnntGOpeyEpUla0dppVDNgb1h7pNrmc0PpceMMuS7GtMQT60uyiTF0QUhLv5m7nN66KHAMANV1JSWd0LmFfHAEYXs/s220/l_e7821ceac148ed8ed2fa1141467091f5_pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133583611646790257.post-6436374215298376579</id><published>2013-11-15T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-11-15T14:17:13.951-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspirational poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love letter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love song"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soul mates"/><title type='text'>My Love Reveals Objects </title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc33; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;my love reveals objects 
                  &lt;br /&gt;silken butterflies 
                  &lt;br /&gt;concealed in his fingers 
                  &lt;br /&gt;
                  &lt;br /&gt;his words 
                  &lt;br /&gt;splash me with stars 
                  &lt;br /&gt;
                  &lt;br /&gt;night shines like lightning 
                  &lt;br /&gt;under the fingers of my love 
                  &lt;br /&gt;
                  &lt;br /&gt;my love invents worlds where 
                  &lt;br /&gt;jeweled glittering serpents live 
                  &lt;br /&gt;
                  &lt;br /&gt;worlds where music is the world 
                  &lt;br /&gt;
                  &lt;br /&gt;worlds where houses with open eyes 
                  &lt;br /&gt;contemplate the dawn 
                  &lt;br /&gt;
                  &lt;br /&gt;my love is a mad sunflower that forgets 
                  &lt;br /&gt;fragments of sun in the silence 
                  &lt;br /&gt;
                  &lt;br /&gt;
                  &lt;br /&gt;by Isabel Fraire
                  &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6436374215298376579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/11/my-love-reveals-objects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/6436374215298376579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/6436374215298376579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/11/my-love-reveals-objects.html' title='My Love Reveals Objects '/><author><name>Ne033x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335311292798925405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4C7OnoHTEnMg-5-f2uD8FLcqjsnVSoZjVL1wzTnFnntGOpeyEpUla0dppVDNgb1h7pNrmc0PpceMMuS7GtMQT60uyiTF0QUhLv5m7nN66KHAMANV1JSWd0LmFfHAEYXs/s220/l_e7821ceac148ed8ed2fa1141467091f5_pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133583611646790257.post-7702819921612493998</id><published>2013-11-15T13:59:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-11-15T14:03:15.683-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="losing a lover"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love song"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad love poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="separation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soul mates"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="timeless poem"/><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ccccff; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d rather have the thought of you
                  &lt;br /&gt;To hold against my heart,
                  &lt;br /&gt;My spirit to be taught of you
                  &lt;br /&gt;With west winds blowing,
                  &lt;br /&gt;Than all the warm caresses
                  &lt;br /&gt;Of another love&#39;s bestowing,
                  &lt;br /&gt;Or all the glories of the world
                  &lt;br /&gt;In which you had no part.
                  &lt;br /&gt;
                  &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d rather have the theme of you
                  &lt;br /&gt;To thread my nights and days,
                  &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d rather have the dream of you
                  &lt;br /&gt;With faint stars glowing,
                  &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d rather have the want of you,
                  &lt;br /&gt;The rich, elusive taunt of you
                  &lt;br /&gt;Forever and forever and forever unconfessed
                  &lt;br /&gt;Than claim the alien comfort
                  &lt;br /&gt;Of any other&#39;s breast.
                  &lt;br /&gt;
                  &lt;br /&gt;O lover! O my lover,
                  &lt;br /&gt;That this should come to me!
                  &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d rather have the hope of you,
                  &lt;br /&gt;Ah, Love, I&#39;d rather grope for you
                  &lt;br /&gt;Within the great abyss
                  &lt;br /&gt;Than claim another&#39;s kiss-
                  &lt;br /&gt;Alone I&#39;d rather go my way
                  &lt;br /&gt;Throughout eternity. 
                  &lt;br /&gt;
                  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;
                  &lt;br /&gt;by Angela Morgan &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7702819921612493998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/11/choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/7702819921612493998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/7702819921612493998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/11/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>Ne033x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335311292798925405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4C7OnoHTEnMg-5-f2uD8FLcqjsnVSoZjVL1wzTnFnntGOpeyEpUla0dppVDNgb1h7pNrmc0PpceMMuS7GtMQT60uyiTF0QUhLv5m7nN66KHAMANV1JSWd0LmFfHAEYXs/s220/l_e7821ceac148ed8ed2fa1141467091f5_pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133583611646790257.post-8233400842467647428</id><published>2013-11-15T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-11-15T13:26:24.838-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="angels"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="broken heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caring"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="divorce"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drug abuse"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="god"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guardian angels"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hope"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life&#39;s struggle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="losing a lover"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="overcoming obstacles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflections"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="separation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="struggle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="understanding"/><title type='text'> Some Sad Facts About Suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The word “suicide” comes from two Latin roots, &lt;i&gt;sui&lt;/i&gt; (“of
      oneself”) and &lt;i&gt;cidium&lt;/i&gt; (“killing” or “slaying”).&lt;sup&gt;i &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;People have committed suicide in an endless variety of ways, including swallowing
  poisonous spiders, power-drilling holes in their heads, sticking hot pokers
  down their throats, choking on underwear, injecting peanut butter into their
  veins, crushing their necks in vices, and hurling themselves into vats of beer.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In &lt;a href=&quot;http://facts.randomhistory.com/2009/05/04_china.html&quot;&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;, someone takes his or her own life on average every two minutes.
      China accounts for nearly a quarter of the global total of suicides with
      between 250,000 and 300,000 suicides a year.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Among famous figures who committed suicide: Sigmund Freud, Cleopatra,
      Mark Antony, Brutus, Judas Iscariot, Hannibal, Nero, Virginia Wolf, Adolf
      Hitler, Ernest Hemmingway, Sylvia Plath, Vincent van Gogh, Jack London,
      Dylan Thomas, Judy Garland, Rudolph Hess, Pontius Pilate, Socrates, and
      possibly Tchaikovsky, Elvis Presley, and Marilyn Monroe.&lt;sup&gt;i&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It is more likely someone will die from suicide than from homicide. For
      every two people killed by homicide, three people die of suicide.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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            &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The suicide rate in the United States has been climbing steadily since 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;In America, someone attempts suicide once every minute, and someone completes
      a suicide once every 17 minutes. Throughout the world, approximately 2,000
      people kill themselves each day.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Suicide is the 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; leading cause of death in the United States.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The most common types of suicide include copycat, euthanasia, familicide,
      forced, honor, Internet, martyrdom, ritual, attack, and cop suicides.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The acne medication isotretinoin (Acutane) has been linked to a possible increase
      risk of suicide. The FDA requires Acutane to include a label warning that
      the product may be linked to suicide, &lt;a href=&quot;http://facts.randomhistory.com/random-facts-about-depression.html&quot;&gt;depression&lt;/a&gt;, and psychosis.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The spring months of March, April, and May have consistently shown to
      have the highest suicide rate, 4-6% higher than the average for the rest
      of the year. Christmas season is actually below average. Some studies suggest
      greater seasonality in suicides in rural rather than urban areas.&lt;sup&gt;g&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;When her husband Caecina Paetus hesitated to kill himself honorably,
      his wife Arria (d. A.D. 42) snatched the dagger from her husband, stabbed
      herself, and handed the weapon back with the words “&lt;i&gt;Paete, non
      dolet&lt;/i&gt;“ (“Paeuts, it does not hurt”).&lt;sup&gt;i&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;French philosopher Albert Camus (1913-1960) perhaps best explains the
      divergent views philosophers and theologians hold concerning suicide when
      he said, “What is called a reason for living is also an excellent
      reason for dying.”&lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;David Carradine, famous for his roles in the 1970s series &lt;i&gt;Kung Fu&lt;/i&gt; and
      the &lt;i&gt;Kill Bill&lt;/i&gt; movie trilogy, was found hanging in a hotel
      closet with a yellow nylon rope around his neck and a black rope around
      his genitals. Family members deny it was a suicide.&lt;sup&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Autoerotic asphyxiation, also know as sexual hanging, is a type of abnormal
      sexual behavior in which a person (usually a young male) tries to restrict
      the flow of oxygen to the brain (usually with a rope around the neck) while
      masturbating to enhance the sexual experience. The practice arose out of
      the observation that men executed by hanging often got an erection and
      sometimes ejaculated. The practice is mentioned in Samuel Beckett’s &lt;i&gt;Waiting
      for Godot&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A college student committed suicide by taking a drug overdose in front
      of a live Web cam while some users egged him on. There are also several
      pro-Internet sites that give detailed information on the most effective
      ways to commit suicide.&lt;sup&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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            &lt;td width=&quot;160&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;suicidal senior&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;106&quot; src=&quot;http://www.randomhistory.com/photos/2009/suicidal-senior.jpg&quot; width=&quot;160&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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            &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Older adults have the highest suicide rates, more than 50% higher than young people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;While there is a common perception that suicide rates are highest among
      the young, the elderly, in fact, have the highest suicide rates.&lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Some studies suggest a correlation between a sport team’s performance
      and fans’ suicide rates.&lt;sup&gt;f&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sylvia Plath’s (1932-1963) novel &lt;i&gt;The Bell Jar,&lt;/i&gt; about a
      gifted young woman’s mental breakdown, mirrors Plath’s own
      breakdown and is considered to be one of the best-told tales of a woman’s
      descent into insanity. It was published only weeks before Plath killed
      herself.&lt;sup&gt;g&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;One of the first defenses of suicide written in English was John Donne’s
      (1572-1631) unorthodox &lt;i&gt;Biathanos&lt;/i&gt; (1609). In his work, Donne proposed
      that suicide is not incompatible with the laws of God, reason, and nature.
      Other writers such as Voltaire (1694-1778) and Hume (1711-1776) also attacked
      suicide taboos and led the way to abandoning legal punishments of suicide
      attempters.&lt;sup&gt;i&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Many cultures have prohibited a normal burial for people who committed
      suicide, although the restrictions varied according to time and place.
      A common practice in England until 1823 was to bury a suicidal person at
      night in a crossroad with a stake driven through the heart. In France,
      the suicide’s body was dragged through the streets and then hanged
      from the public gallows. In Prussia, early laws required the victim to
      be buried under the gallows.&lt;sup&gt;j&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;One in seven Canadians has seriously considered suicide, and more than
      3,500 Canadians kill themselves each year. Canada’s suicide rate
      (currently 12.3 per 100,000) is consistently higher than the United States&#39;
      rate (currently 11.2).&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Over the last decade, the suicide rate among young children has increased
      dramatically. In 2002, suicide was the sixth leading cause of death of
      five- to 14-year olds and the third leading cause of death in preteens.
      Suicidologists are alarmed that children as young as age two are also increasingly
      attempting suicide.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Five to 10% of suicides take place in mental hospitals.&lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;There is some evidence that suicide attempts during the first week of
      the menstrual cycle may be associated with low levels of estrogen.&lt;sup&gt;g&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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            &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;American troops are committing suicide in the largest numbers since records began in the 1980s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;During 2008, 140 American soldiers committed suicide, breaking all previous
      suicide records in the military. In the first four months of 2009, 91 soldiers
      committed suicide. If this rate continues throughout 2009, by the end of
      the year more than 270 soldiers will have killed themselves, leading some
      scholars to claim there is a suicide epidemic in the military.&lt;sup&gt;h&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Caucasians tend to have higher suicide rates than African Americans.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In ancient times, sometimes groups of people would commit suicide rather
      than be taken prisoner or tortured by their captors. For example, in AD
      473, 960 Jews died in what appears to have been a mass murder/suicide on
      top of Masada rather than be enslaved by the Romans. Only two women and
      five children escaped this death.&lt;sup&gt;i&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;On November 18, 1978, the dynamic leader of a religious group called
      the People’s Temple ordered his followers to drink cyanide-laced
      juice. In all, 913 people died, including nearly 300 children. The leader,
      Jim Jones (1931-1978), shot himself in the head.&lt;sup&gt;f&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In India, a Hindu wife was expected to throw herself on her husband’s
      burning body on the funeral pyre so she could enter the next life with
      him. The practice (called &lt;i&gt;suttee)&lt;/i&gt; was abolished in 1829 by British
      India, though isolated cases of it have occurred into the twenty-first
      century. The term derived from the goddess Sati, and the term &lt;i&gt;sati&lt;/i&gt; is
      now sometimes used to describe a chaste woman.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In Japanese culture, &lt;i&gt;seppuku&lt;/i&gt; (“stomach cutting”)
      was a ritual suicide performed by warriors (usually Samurai) about to get
      captured. During the ritual, the warrior would slice up his abdomen and
      stretch out his neck, and then one of his comrades would behead him with
      one stroke. While the practice was banned in the seventeenth century, it
      has persisted to this day.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Only seven instances of suicide are reported in the Old Testament and
      one in the New Testament. Old Testament suicides include Samson, Saul,
      Saul’s armor bearer, Ahitophel, Zimri, Razis, and Abimelech. In the
      New Testament, Judas Iscariot is the only recorded suicide.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hegesias (320-280 B.C.) was known as the “Death Persuader” or
      the “Advocate of Death” and belonged to a minor school of Greek
      philosophy named Cyrenaics which advocated an early version of hedonism.
      Hegasias&#39; lectures prompted so many listeners to commit suicide that he
      was forbidden to speak.&lt;sup&gt;i&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Aceldama (“field of blood”), where Judas killed himself
      near Jerusalem, became a pauper’s burial ground after priests bought
      it with the 30 pieces of silver flung at their feet by Judas.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Though the Bible doesn’t specifically prohibit suicide and there
      is no particular word for the act itself, Christianity general condemns
      the practice as initially stated by St. Augustine. He was concerned with
      the decimation of Christians by suicide and condemned those who committed
      suicide just so they could gain immediate entrance into heaven. He successfully
      supplanted the Roman ideal of heroic individualism with a Platonic concept
      of submission to divine authority. In A.D. 563, the Council of Braga
      officially condemned suicide.&lt;sup&gt;i&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The Qu’ran explicitly forbids suicide as the gravest sin, more
      serious even than homicide. Muslims believe that each individual has his
      or her &lt;i&gt;kismet&lt;/i&gt; or destiny, which is preordained by God and must
      not be defied. But killing oneself as an act of jihad (holy war) is not
      considered a suicide.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In the Mayan culture, hanging was the only method of suicide deemed appropriate
      and anyone who committed suicide this way was guaranteed a place in the
      afterlife. They even had a goddess of the noose and the gallows named Ixtab
      (“Rope Woman”).&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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            &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Hanging is the leading method of suicide around the world and is particularly popular in rural areas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Hanging is the leading method of suicide worldwide.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Although women attempt suicide about three times more often than men,
      men complete suicide about three times more often than women.&lt;sup&gt;f&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Four out of five people who commit suicide have attempted to kill themselves
  at least once previously.&lt;sup&gt;f&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Suicide is the leading cause of death for people with schizophrenia.&lt;sup&gt;f&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A number of suicidologists have criticized news coverage of suicides,
      citing that reading about suicide victims in the news often triggers copycat
      or “contagion” suicides.&lt;sup&gt;f&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;During the Middle Ages, suicide was often equated with murder and even
      diabolical possession in various parts of Europe. Three common penalties
      existed: confiscation of property, degradation of corpse, and refusal of
      burial in consecrated grounds. These views persisted throughout the eighteenth
      century.&lt;sup&gt;j&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Although Nero (A.D. 37-68) insisted he wanted to commit suicide honorably,
      he actually had himself killed by an attendant. During his lifetime, he
      had caused several suicides, including that of his teacher Seneca, the
      poet Lucan, and Petroniu, who is thought to be the author of &lt;i&gt;Satyricon&lt;/i&gt;.
      These were all compulsory suicides in lieu of execution.&lt;sup&gt;i&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Levels of a brain transmitter called serotonin is considered a possible
      predictor of suicide. Some researchers found that people with low levels
      of serotonin are six to 10 more times likely to commit suicide than are
      people with normal levels.&lt;sup&gt;f&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Suicide rates tend to reflect economic conditions. In the United States,
      for example, suicide rates declined during the prosperous years after WWI
      and WWII, but rose during the &lt;a href=&quot;http://facts.randomhistory.com/2009/04/12_great-depression.html&quot;&gt;Great
      Depression&lt;/a&gt;. Ironically, suicide rates
      tend to decrease during times of war.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Oregon and Washington are the only states that specifically allow physician-assisted
      suicide under certain strict guidelines. A few of these guidelines include
      being diagnosed with a terminal illness that will lead to death in six
      months, making two oral requests and one written request for assistance
      separated by 15 days, and persuading two physicians that the patient is
      sincere and is not influenced by depression.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Beliefs about suicide varied in ancient Greece. The Stoics and Epicureans,
      for example, considered that one’s destiny was a personal choice.
      Cato, Pliny, and Seneca all thought the choice of suicide was acceptable.
      On the other hand, Pythagoras, Plato, Aristotle, Virgil, Ovid, and Cicero
      opposed suicide.&lt;sup&gt;i&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Some scholars suggest that there are national preferences for modes of
      suicide. For example, the Russians prefer hanging, the English and Irish
      prefer poison, the Italians prefer firearms, and the Americans prefer firearms,
      poisons, and gas. Proclivities for certain methods tend to travel with
      immigrants wherever they go.&lt;sup&gt;g&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In &lt;a href=&quot;http://facts.randomhistory.com/2009/03/07_rome.html&quot;&gt;Rome&lt;/a&gt;, razors, scalpels, and daggers were more common methods of suicide
      than hanging (which was seen as unclean and shameful), jumping, and poisoning
      or other drugs. Less often, but not rarely, the Romans starved themselves
      to death by refusing to eat or set themselves on fire (immolation).&lt;sup&gt;i&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Martin Luther, Puritan religious leaders, and philosophers such as John
      Locke, Rousseau, and Kierkegaard were adamantly opposed to suicide.i&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In America, the most common suicide method for both men and women is
      firearms, accounting for 60% of all suicides. For women, the next most
      common method is ingesting solid and liquid poison or pills. The next most
      common method for men is hanging/strangling/suffocation.&lt;sup&gt;f&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Though there is need to practice caution in the comparison of religion
      and suicide, studies suggest that in the United States, Catholics appear
      to have suicide rates higher than Jews but lower than Protestants. Generally
      speaking, higher suicide rates are found among the multi-denominational,
      loosely federated Protestants.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Several U.S. state and national studies suggest that suicide attempts
      among gay, lesbian, and bisexual high school students are higher than their
      heterosexual peers.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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            &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Abuse in early childhood may change the genetic structure of the brain, leading to a greater susceptibility to suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Experts believe that early exposure to child abuse may disrupt the proper
      development of communication pathways within the brain and, consequently,
      abuse victims are more likely than their peers to commit suicide.&lt;sup&gt;f&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;There is increasing evidence that individuals with a family history of
      suicide are more vulnerable to becoming victims of suicide themselves.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;While some studies seem to suggest a link between the use of Prozac and
      suicide rates, the makers of Prozac minimize a correlation.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;No suicides have been reported in the several small South Sea 
Islands
      and the Hindu Kush Mountains of India. Countries that rank 
unusually high include Hungry, Denmark, Finland, Austria, Germany, 
Sweden, Switzerland, and Japan. Countries on the low end include 
Philippines, Angola, Jamaica,
      Mexico, the Bahamas, Kuwait, Jordan, Kenya, and Egypt.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;New and less stringent attitudes toward suicide emerged during the Renaissance
      as churchly taboos began to lose their power. For example, &lt;a href=&quot;http://facts.randomhistory.com/2009/01/11_shakespeare.html&quot;&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;’s
      tragedies typically present suicide in sympathetic terms, as seen in the
      suicides of Hamlet, Othello, Lear, Romeo, Juliet, Brutus, Antony, and Cleopatra.
      Sixteenth-century essayist Michel de Montaigne argues that the right to
      die was a personal choice, and Sir Thomas More (1478-1535) justified suicide
      as a form of euthanasia in his &lt;i&gt;Utopia&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;sup&gt;i&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A provocative 1982 book titled &lt;i&gt;Suicide, mode d’emploi&lt;/i&gt; is
      both a how-to manual and a political manifesto encouraging readers to exercise
      their right to die. It contains information about those prescription drugs
      that ensure a “gentle death” along with how to calculate a
      lethal dose.&lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Famous literary suicides include Gustave Flaubert’s Madame Bovary &lt;i&gt;(Madame
        Bovary&lt;/i&gt;), Victor Hugo’s Inspector Javert (&lt;i&gt;Les Miserable&lt;/i&gt;),
        Goethe’s Werther (&lt;i&gt;The Sorrows of Young Werther&lt;/i&gt;), Ridley
        Scott’s Thelma and Louise (&lt;i&gt;Thelma and Louise&lt;/i&gt;), and Leo
        Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina (&lt;i&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Most European countries formally decriminalized suicide in the
      eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, although it remained a crime in England
      and Wales until 1961 and in Ireland until 1993.&lt;sup&gt;i&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kamikaze (“divine wind”) pilots are an example of an altruistic
      suicide. More than 2,000 young Japanese died in this manner. The number
      of ships they sank is a matter of debate, with figures as low as 34 and
      as high as 70.&lt;sup&gt;g&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Attempted suicide was once considered a felony in Kentucky.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The first suicide note is thought to have been written by an Egyptian
      four thousand years ago. In his poems, he describes the pain of his existence
      and the attractions of death.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Russian poet Sergei Esenin (1895-1925) wrote an entire poem in his own
      blood that served as suicide note.&lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In a study of genuine suicide notes versus simulated ones, the genuine
      notes are much more specific about giving directives concerning property
      distribution and insurance policies and more concerned with the pain and
      suffering of others. They are more likely to express psychological
      pain and more likely to use “&lt;a href=&quot;http://facts.randomhistory.com/2009/08/04_love.html&quot;&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;” in their texts. The simulated
      notes give greater details about the motives of suicide, mention the act
      of suicide itself, and more often use euphemistic phrases for death and
      suicide.&lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Popular suicide locations include San Francisco&#39;s Golden Gate Bridge,
      Japan’s Aokigahara Forest (“sea of trees” or “suicide
      forest”), and England’s Beachy Head. In all these places there
      are posted signs urging potential victims to seek help.&lt;sup&gt;g&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The jump from the Golden Gate Bridge is 250 feet. Trauma from the jump
      is dramatic and can cause ripped blood vessels, demolished central nervous
      systems, and a transected spinal cord. While a few have died from drowning
      and one from a shark attack, most die from the impact of the body on the
      water. Only 1% who jump survive.&lt;sup&gt;g&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The Eskimo, Norse, Samoan, and Crow Indian cultures accepted and encouraged “altruistic” suicide
      among the elderly and sick.&lt;sup&gt;f&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Roman gladiators would sometimes thrust wooden sticks or spears down
      their throats or force their heads into the spokes of moving carts so that
      they could choose their own time of death rather than another person’s
      imposed time and way of dying.&lt;sup&gt;i&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;September 10 is World Suicide Prevention Day.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The top predictors for suicide are diagnosable mental condition, co-morbid
      substance abuse, loss of social support, and access to a firearm.&lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Children of parents who commit suicide are a higher risk to committee
      suicide later in life.&lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The first suicide recorded in the Bible was Abimelech, who lived in the
      twelfth century B.C. He was the son of Giddeon (Jerubbaal) and a concubine,
      and he attempted to kill his 70 half-brothers so he could be king. In his
      final battle, a woman dropped a millstone on his head, and he ordered his
      sword bearer to kill him so it wouldn’t be said he was killed by
      a woman.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Thirty-nine members of the Heaven’s Gate cult killed themselves
      in March 1997 in a mansion near San Diego. The victims were between 18
      and 24 years old, drank a lethal mixture of Phenobarbital and vodka, and
      died over a three-day period. They believed their spirits would rendezvous
      with a UFO behind Comet Hale-Bopp.&lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dante Alighieri (1265-1321) writes about the Wood of the Suicides in
      Canto XIII of his &lt;i&gt;The Divine Comedy&lt;/i&gt;. He writes that Minos sends
      a suicide victim’s soul to the Seventh Circle of Hell (below heretics
      and murders) where it falls into the ground, grows into a sapling, and
      then into a tree. Harpies feed on the tree, causing it great pain. After
      Judgment Day, the suicide victim’s soul will hang from the thorns
      of trees.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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            &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Divorce usually leads more men than women to suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Divorced people are three times as likely to commit suicide as people
      who are married. Moreover, children of divorce are at a higher risk for
      committing suicide when they grow up. Divorced and separated men are two
      and a half times more likely to commit suicide than married men. Divorce,
      however, doesn’t seem to lead more women to commit suicide.&lt;sup&gt;f&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Though studies remain inconclusive, among the professional disciplines,
      doctors are twice as likely to kill themselves as the general population.
      And female physicians are more likely than their male counterparts. Some
      scholars have identified psychiatry, anesthesiology, and ophthalmology
      as specialties at greater risk for suicide, with pediatrics having the
      least risk.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Druids or priests of the Celtic people believed that those who killed
      themselves to accompany their dead friends will live with them in the after
      life.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Prolonged exposure to extremely low-frequency electromagnetic fields
      such as those emitted by large power lines may double the risk of suicide.
      Researchers suggest that electromagnetic fields may reduce the production
      of melatonin, a hormone that maintains daily circadian rhythms, which are
      also associated with depression.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The last time someone jumped off the Empire State Building was in 2000,
      but there have been more than 30 suicides at the 1,250 foot skyscraper since
      it opened in 1941. Most people who jump never made it the street, but landed
      on one of the building’s setbacks.&lt;sup&gt;g&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The suicide rate for Alaskan Native Indians is twice that of the U.S.
      population, and in western Alaska, the Eskimo suicide rates are even higher.
      The most common method used is hanging.&lt;sup&gt;g&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Fiji Indians have the world’s highest female suicide rates. A major
      cause of the rise of suicides has been the erosion of social structures
      and values. Additionally, early Fiji Islanders forced the many wives of
      a tribal chieftain to kill themselves when he died. The women would actually
      compete to be the first to die, believing the first would become the chieftain’s
      favorite wife in the afterworld.&lt;sup&gt;f&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The odds that potentially suicidal adolescents will kill themselves double
      when a gun is kept in the home.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In the United States, Nevada consistently leads suicide rate statistics,
      with Alaska, Arizona, California, Colorado, Florida, Montana, New Mexico,
      Oregon, Washington, and Wyoming variously falling within the top ten. Highest
      regional rates are generally those of the Rocky Mountain and West Coast
      areas, with the South showing the lowest rate, except for Florida.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Since the Golden Gate Bridge opened in 1937, more than 1,200 people have
      jumped to their deaths, making it the number one spot in the world for
      suicides.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Abel Griffiths was the last person who committed suicide in England 
to
      be dragged through the streets of London and buried at a 
crossroads. He
      was a 22-year-old law student and was buried in only his drawers, 
socks,
      and a sheet in June 1823. The usual tradition of driving a stake
      through the corpse was omitted. Crossroads represented the sign of
 the
      cross and the steady traffic over the grave was believed to help 
keep the person’s ghost down. Also, ancient sacrificial victims had been
 slain at crossroads.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In the movie &lt;i&gt;Soylent Green &lt;/i&gt;(1973) starring Charlton Heston, people
  in an overcrowded world are encouraged to enter special suicide centers. The
  corpses are later processed into Soylent Green wafers as food for the overpopulated
  world.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The first scientific study of suicide was &lt;i&gt;Le Suicide &lt;/i&gt;written by
  French sociologist Emile Durkheim (1858-1917).&lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The M*A*S*H theme song is titled “Suicide is Painless” and contains
  the lyrics “. . . cause suicide is painless/It brings on many changes/And
  I can take it or leave it if I please.”&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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            &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Most insurance policies include a suicide provision, given that the suicide took place two years after the policy issue date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;The usual modern life insurance policy will pay for death by suicide
  provided that the death occurs two years or more after the initiation of the
  policy.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Between 10% and 35% of people who commit suicide leave behind a note.&lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Publius Cornelius Tacitus (c. A.D. 55-120) reports on the ancient practice
  of pinning down the body of suicide victims in bogs. The practice predates
  Christianity among Germanic tribes and was done to prevent the spirits of the
  dead from haunting or harming the living.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Monday appears to be the day on which most suicides occur. Saturday sees
  the fewest.&lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Some experts believe that 25% of drivers who die in auto accidents cause
      them subconsciously. “Autocides” are suicides disguised as
      automobile accidents.&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Nearly 10% of fatal police shootings in the United States are a result of “suicide
  by cop.”&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Many more suicides are linked to psychiatric illness than to serious medical
  disorders such as Huntington’s disease, multiple sclerosis, or cancer.&lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Many Jews imprisoned at Treblinka, one of the most notorious World War II
  Nazi concentration camps, chose to kill themselves as an affirmation of the
  freedom to control their own destiny.&lt;sup&gt;d&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;One suicide victim who committed suicide by jumping from the Golden Gate
  Bridge left behind a note saying: “I’m going to walk to the bridge.
  If one person smiles at me on the way, I will not jump.”&lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;-- Posted July 15, 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;References&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt; 
Duke, Alan. “&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/06/05/carradine.death/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Carradine’s Body to Return Home, While Questions Remain&lt;/a&gt;.” CNN.com&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; June
5, 2009. Accessed: June 23, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt; 
Evans, Glen, et. al. 2003. &lt;i&gt;The Encyclopedia of Suicide. &lt;/i&gt;2nd ed. New
York, NY: Facts on File, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt; 
“&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nypost.com/seven/11212008/news/nationalnews/florida_teen_broadcasts_suicide_on_inter_140061.htm?page=0&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Florida
Teen Broadcasts Suicide on the Internet&lt;/a&gt;.” &lt;i&gt;New York
Post&lt;/i&gt;. November 21, 2008. Accessed: June 23, 2009. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup&gt;d&lt;/sup&gt;
Goeschel, Christian. 2009. &lt;i&gt;Suicide in Nazi Germany&lt;/i&gt;. New York, NY: Oxford
University Press.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup&gt;e&lt;/sup&gt;
Jamison, Kay Redfield. 1999. &lt;i&gt;Night Falls Fast: Understanding Suicide&lt;/i&gt;.
New York, NY: Vintage Books.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup&gt;f&lt;/sup&gt;
Joiner, Thomas. 2005. &lt;i&gt;Why People Die by Suicide&lt;/i&gt;. Cambridge, MA: Harvard
University Press.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup&gt;g&lt;/sup&gt;
Lieberman, Lisa. 2003. &lt;i&gt;Leaving You: The Cultural Meaning of Suicide&lt;/i&gt;.
Chicago, IL: Ivan R. Dee Publisher.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup&gt;h&lt;/sup&gt; 
“&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/nationworld/chi-military-suicide-rate-080529-ht,0,6105432.story&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Military
Suicide Rate&lt;/a&gt;.” ChicagoTribune.com. May 29, 2009. Accessed:
June 23, 2009. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup&gt;i&lt;/sup&gt;
Minois, Georges. 1999. &lt;i&gt;History of Suicide: Voluntary Death in Western Culture&lt;/i&gt;.
Trans. Lydia G. Cochrane. Baltimore, MD: The John Hopkins University Press.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup&gt;j&lt;/sup&gt;
Murray, Alexander. 2000. &lt;i&gt;Suicide in the Middle Ages: The Curse on Self-Murder.&lt;/i&gt; New
York, NY: Oxford University Press.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://facts.randomhistory.com/2009/07/15_suicide.html&quot;&gt;http://facts.randomhistory.com/2009/07/15_suicide.html&lt;/a&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/feeds/8233400842467647428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/11/99-little-known-facts-about-suicide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/8233400842467647428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/8233400842467647428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/11/99-little-known-facts-about-suicide.html' title=' Some Sad Facts About Suicide'/><author><name>Ne033x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335311292798925405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4C7OnoHTEnMg-5-f2uD8FLcqjsnVSoZjVL1wzTnFnntGOpeyEpUla0dppVDNgb1h7pNrmc0PpceMMuS7GtMQT60uyiTF0QUhLv5m7nN66KHAMANV1JSWd0LmFfHAEYXs/s220/l_e7821ceac148ed8ed2fa1141467091f5_pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133583611646790257.post-9218505328488389500</id><published>2013-07-16T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-16T11:02:12.546-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="antiwar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caring"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hope"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humanitarianism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspirational poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ne033x"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="overcoming obstacles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sharing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spirituality"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spread love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="timeless poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="understanding"/><title type='text'>Far Away In The Near Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;480&quot; src=&quot;//www.youtube.com/embed/oOGIAbKqSHE?rel=0&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Far away in the near distance.&lt;br /&gt;
Stands a dream with no signs of resistance.&lt;br /&gt;
This dream exists in each and every one of us.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet we look back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;
Truly trying to understand.&lt;br /&gt;
Who is this weird man.&lt;br /&gt;
Talking of dreams and man.&lt;br /&gt;
I speak of happiness and peace.&lt;br /&gt;
If we all could understand.&lt;br /&gt;
We kill one another.&lt;br /&gt;
Then ask the question why we struggle.&lt;br /&gt;
If life is given.&lt;br /&gt;
Why not give it a chance.&lt;br /&gt;
Love and forgiveness a dream we all can agree.&lt;br /&gt;
Is something you and me can see.&lt;br /&gt;
Far away in the near distance. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;1. Ernest Hemingway to Marlene Dietrich
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I can&#39;t say how every time I ever put my arms around you I felt that I was home.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;2. Napoleon to Josephine&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&quot;Since I left you, I have been constantly depressed. My happiness is to 
be near you. Incessantly I live over in my memory your caresses, your 
tears, your affectionate solicitude. The charms of the incomparable 
Josephine kindle continually a burning and a glowing flame in my heart. 
When, free from all solicitude, all harassing care, shall I be able to 
pass all my time with you, having only to love you, and to think only of
 the happiness of so saying, and of proving it to you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3. Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your 
eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. You are the mirror 
of the night. The violent flash of lightning. The dampness of the earth.
 The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. my fingers touch your blood. 
All my joy is to feel life spring from your flower-fountain that mine 
keeps to fill all the paths of my nerves which are yours.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4. Georgia O&#39;Keefe to Alfred Stieglitz&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&quot;Dearest - my body is simply crazy with wanting you - If you don&#39;t come 
tomorrow - I don&#39;t see how I can wait for you - I wonder if your body 
wants mine the way mine wants yours - the kisses - the hotness - the 
wetness - all melting together - the being held so tight that it hurts -
 the strangle and the struggle.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Beethoven to his &#39;Immortal Beloved&#39;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&quot;Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, Be
 calm-love me-today-yesterday-what tearful longings for you-you-you-my 
life-my all-farewell. Oh continue to love me-never misjudge the most 
faithful heart of your beloved. Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Oscar Wilde to Lord Alfred Douglas
&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&quot;Everyone is furious with me for going back to you, but they don&#39;t 
understand us. I feel that it is only with you that I can do anything at
 all. Do remake my ruined life for me, and then our friendship and love 
will have a different meaning to the world. I wish that when we met at 
Rouen we had not parted at all. There are such wide abysses now of space
 and land between us. But we love each other.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Henry VII to Anne Boleyn&lt;/b&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&quot;But if you please to do the office of a true loyal mistress and friend,
 and to give up yourself body and heart to me, who will be, and have 
been, your most loyal servant, (if your rigour does not forbid me) I 
promise you that not only the name shall be given you, but also that I 
will take you for my only mistress, casting off all others besides you 
out of my thoughts and affections, and serve you only. I beseech you to 
give an entire answer to this my rude letter, that I may know on what 
and how far I may depend. And if it does not please you to answer me in 
writing, appoint some place where I may have it by word of mouth, and I 
will go thither with all my heart. No more, for fear of tiring you.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7693583976621331199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/07/seven-great-love-letters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/7693583976621331199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/7693583976621331199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/07/seven-great-love-letters.html' title='Seven Great Love Letters'/><author><name>Ne033x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335311292798925405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4C7OnoHTEnMg-5-f2uD8FLcqjsnVSoZjVL1wzTnFnntGOpeyEpUla0dppVDNgb1h7pNrmc0PpceMMuS7GtMQT60uyiTF0QUhLv5m7nN66KHAMANV1JSWd0LmFfHAEYXs/s220/l_e7821ceac148ed8ed2fa1141467091f5_pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133583611646790257.post-3013597578287547494</id><published>2013-06-22T07:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-22T07:42:13.158-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="god"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspirational poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ne033x"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry about life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="purpose in life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflections"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reincarnation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soul mates"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spirituality"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spirituality poetry"/><title type='text'>You Have A History</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;480&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/9xxBl00mlw4&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You were only six&lt;br /&gt;
But your eyes seemed hundreds of years older&lt;br /&gt;
And when you asked me if the lines on your palm told your future&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn&#39;t help but laugh&lt;br /&gt;
Because, babe, you had it backwards.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The curvy one growing up from your wrist is the stem&lt;br /&gt;
You were once a flower&lt;br /&gt;
And the zigzag striking across your palm is the path&lt;br /&gt;
You were lightning&lt;br /&gt;
The squiggly one that dances from the base of your thumb to the pinky &lt;br /&gt;
Isn&#39;t it beautiful to know how to fly?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Remember you were a bird&lt;br /&gt;
And the ebbing lines running across it all &lt;br /&gt;
Waves, you were the most wonderful sea &lt;br /&gt;
The ones slowly sliding down from your first finger&lt;br /&gt;
Paint. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You were god&#39;s masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;
Then, finally the short, straight, horizontal &lt;br /&gt;
Lines rushing all too quickly across your fingers&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, isn&#39;t it obvious?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Human.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3013597578287547494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/06/you-have-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/3013597578287547494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/3013597578287547494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/06/you-have-history.html' title='You Have A History'/><author><name>Ne033x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335311292798925405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4C7OnoHTEnMg-5-f2uD8FLcqjsnVSoZjVL1wzTnFnntGOpeyEpUla0dppVDNgb1h7pNrmc0PpceMMuS7GtMQT60uyiTF0QUhLv5m7nN66KHAMANV1JSWd0LmFfHAEYXs/s220/l_e7821ceac148ed8ed2fa1141467091f5_pp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/9xxBl00mlw4/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133583611646790257.post-8180707612370788125</id><published>2013-06-07T20:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-07T20:30:18.672-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="broken heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mothers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ne033x"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="overcoming obstacles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="plight"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prison poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad love poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="struggle"/><title type='text'>What I Have Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;480&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZnO_50FlUGg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lost my mother to a gun&lt;br /&gt;
Ever since then I’ve been on the run&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On Mother’s Day I cannot phone&lt;br /&gt;
She’s not here I’m all alone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After she was killed I heard her voice&lt;br /&gt;
She said, “I’m sorry I left, but I had no choice.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man who killed her never did time&lt;br /&gt;
It never cost him one thin dime&lt;br /&gt;
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by Betty Phillips</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/feeds/8180707612370788125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/06/what-i-have-lost_7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/8180707612370788125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/8180707612370788125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/06/what-i-have-lost_7.html' title='What I Have Lost'/><author><name>Ne033x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335311292798925405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4C7OnoHTEnMg-5-f2uD8FLcqjsnVSoZjVL1wzTnFnntGOpeyEpUla0dppVDNgb1h7pNrmc0PpceMMuS7GtMQT60uyiTF0QUhLv5m7nN66KHAMANV1JSWd0LmFfHAEYXs/s220/l_e7821ceac148ed8ed2fa1141467091f5_pp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/ZnO_50FlUGg/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133583611646790257.post-2384916254404827767</id><published>2013-06-07T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-07T20:16:56.342-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="broken heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mothers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ne033x"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry about life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prison poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad love poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="struggle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wisdom"/><title type='text'>Cynthia Leigh Waters</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;480&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/oiJrvQauGe8&quot; width=&quot;640&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;

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Child&lt;/div&gt;
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Never-never Land&lt;/div&gt;
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Hurt&lt;/div&gt;
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Instant Love&lt;/div&gt;
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All Mine&lt;br /&gt;
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Loving and Lovable&lt;/div&gt;
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Emotional&lt;/div&gt;
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Intricate&lt;/div&gt;
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God’s Child&lt;/div&gt;
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Hard Life&lt;br /&gt;
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Wondrous&lt;/div&gt;
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Admirable&lt;/div&gt;
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Trusting&lt;/div&gt;
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Eclectic&lt;/div&gt;
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Sunny&lt;br /&gt;
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You were my joy and my life, &lt;/div&gt;
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My everything, my all&lt;/div&gt;
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You were an answer to prayer&lt;/div&gt;
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I loved you so much&lt;/div&gt;
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I had to give you away&lt;/div&gt;
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You weren’t a toy&lt;/div&gt;
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I would have broken you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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You were my sunshine&lt;/div&gt;
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After you were gone&lt;/div&gt;
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I lived in perpetual darkness.&lt;/div&gt;
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I became an underground animal&lt;/div&gt;
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Never seeking the sun&lt;/div&gt;
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You are my sun&lt;br /&gt;
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by Betty Phillips&lt;/div&gt;
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I know through the years&lt;/div&gt;
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There were good times and bad&lt;/div&gt;
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Unfortunately what hurts&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember the bad&lt;br /&gt;
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I’ve disappointed you&lt;/div&gt;
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In so many ways&lt;/div&gt;
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The drinking, the drugging&lt;/div&gt;
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Almost forgetting your special day&lt;br /&gt;
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I know you’ve lost trust&lt;/div&gt;
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Today is a new day&lt;/div&gt;
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I’m sobering up&lt;/div&gt;
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While missing you the same&lt;br /&gt;
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The days are getting better&lt;/div&gt;
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I’m recalling the good days&lt;/div&gt;
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I know that this year&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ll remember your special day&lt;br /&gt;
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by Jill Smith&lt;/div&gt;
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Though you can&#39;t see me, I am always around...&lt;br /&gt;
Though you can&#39;t hear me, I am speaking to you...&lt;br /&gt;
Though you can&#39;t touch me, I am reaching for you...&lt;br /&gt;
The images you see, but cannot explain...&lt;br /&gt;
The energy you feel, but cannot see...&lt;br /&gt;
The love that you feel, when thinking of me...&lt;br /&gt;
My presence you feel, when walking outside...&lt;br /&gt;
My hugs remembered, never let go...&lt;br /&gt;
My heart that I gave you, that you now wear...&lt;br /&gt;
The things you are seeing, that no one can explain...&lt;br /&gt;
And the things that you hear, with no one around...&lt;br /&gt;
These gifts that I give you, are my Paw Prints from Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Grieving a Soulmate&quot; is unlike any book you&#39;ve ever read, even though 
the story is universal. It&#39;s about the death of a lover. This book takes
 on a difficult and very personal topic with courage, out-of-the-box 
thinking, and deep love. Ranging from the practical to the emotional - 
and frequently blending the two - Orfali&#39;s style of writing makes a 
difficult topic easier to manage. He writes in an easy style that is 
analytical, yet speaks from the heart. The content is thought-provoking,
 unique and original. It&#39;s your gentle and informed guide to the deep 
grieving that accompanies the death of a soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;
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This book 
should help you quickly overcome the red-hot pain of grief. It also 
tells you how to reconstruct your life, find meaning, and deal with the 
big existential issues from a secular perspective. It&#39;s a survival guide
 for the last stages in a soulmate relationship. Above all, however, 
&quot;Grieving a Soulmate&quot; is a love story.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Grieving a Soulmate&quot; by 
Robert Orfali is available in paperback and e-book  from Amazon, Barnes 
&amp;amp; Noble, Apple, and others. &lt;br /&gt;
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ISBN-13: 978-1936400669&lt;br /&gt;
Paperback list price: $14.95&lt;br /&gt;
E-book list price: $ 6.99&lt;br /&gt;
Book&#39;s website: GrievingaSoulmate &lt;br /&gt;
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Bio:
 Robert Orfali and his soulmate of thirty years, Jeri, were both in the 
computer software field in the early days of Silicon Valley. They 
co-authored three best-selling software books and went together on 
several world tours to promote their technology. Jeri was diagnosed with
 ovarian cancer, in 1999, shortly after they moved to Hawaii.  Jeri and 
Robert spent the next 10 years fighting Jeri&#39;s cancer and learning how 
to live with it. Jeri even learned how to surf during her chemo years. 
She went from &quot;Silicon Valley Executive Woman of the Year&quot; to &quot;Waikiki 
Surfer Chick.&quot; Jeri received one of the most moving surfer funerals 
ever. Her ashes are in the ocean at Waikiki.&lt;br /&gt;
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High above in the trees.&lt;br /&gt;
Nestled among the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;
The songbird sings.&lt;br /&gt;
Her voice is heard on the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;
Sweet melodies floating across the seas.&lt;br /&gt;
The songbird sings of love, joy, and sweet romance.&lt;br /&gt;
A forever lover’s slow dance.&lt;br /&gt;
Whether at night or break of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;
Like a fairy with a magic wand.&lt;br /&gt;
Her voice can be heard across the skies.&lt;br /&gt;
This songbird so fair.&lt;br /&gt;
Touching the hearts and souls of lovers everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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by Lamar Cole.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/feeds/1756096570374802723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/05/songbird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/1756096570374802723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133583611646790257/posts/default/1756096570374802723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diliggaq.blogspot.com/2013/05/songbird.html' title='Songbird'/><author><name>Ne033x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335311292798925405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4C7OnoHTEnMg-5-f2uD8FLcqjsnVSoZjVL1wzTnFnntGOpeyEpUla0dppVDNgb1h7pNrmc0PpceMMuS7GtMQT60uyiTF0QUhLv5m7nN66KHAMANV1JSWd0LmFfHAEYXs/s220/l_e7821ceac148ed8ed2fa1141467091f5_pp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/8H97hKxLZoo/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133583611646790257.post-2493207624313186527</id><published>2013-05-22T18:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-22T18:38:52.983-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="antiwar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="casualties of war"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humanitarianism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspirational poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life poerty"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life&#39;s struggle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="military funerals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ne033x"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="overcoming obstacles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry about life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wisdom"/><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;480&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/06laXkoJeyE&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
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Hoping for peace on Earth;&lt;br /&gt;
Wishing upon shooting stars;&lt;br /&gt;
Taking chances to make things right;&lt;br /&gt;
Helping others, and listening well;&lt;br /&gt;
Making problems disappear;&lt;br /&gt;
Giving heart in all we do;&lt;br /&gt;
To give love, and never take;&lt;br /&gt;
Will give us hope; and one day peace.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;I take a feather from my heart and I want you to take it with you&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;Then I will know forever more that you will always carry my love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;deep inside your heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;May this feather of my heart always illuminate and help you to rise&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;I pray that on the wings of our love our hearts will be guided,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;so that our spirits are one&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;When we are apart, I will try to be strong&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;When I wish to see your face, I close my eyes, and you appear&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;I hear the words you speak and placed inside my heart;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;That my heart will be the greatest feather you could ever earn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;My heart is in gentle touch of your hands, like a feather;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;as you speak, you call me your loving heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;I am anxious for us to be together once again, my great love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;I will comfort your heart by placing my hand over it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;For it is within your heart that I will always call home&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;I take a feather from my heart and I want you to take it with you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;By taking this feather from my heart,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;our spirits will never be apart,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;for I will always be with you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style=&quot;-ms-word-wrap: sWrap; overflow: hidden; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 580px; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;For all eternity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
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One lone ember stares off yearning for heaven brothers 
As I watch its simple battle for survival from dust of ashes gray
To tombs that lie stone in forever twilight slumbers

In my sleepy hollow head like a saddened tune on flute play
I hear further, farther days ahead and think them some great enemy
But, louder are the years which shall follow as if it’s greater dread
So I return to thoughts outward of the plains lullaby instead

Outside the winds lost are moaning singing a sacred song
Warning, crawling like shadows long, carry astral visions rolling in
Caught like prey dancing in the trees by guardian dream catchers
Shamans of the din, their medicine cleansing, sweeping away village sin

The ember grows brighter as I feel the warmth on my Ojibwe people all around
Sounds of the old man elder still breathing, rhythms of the ceremonial drum
Hearst beating over silence of the coming whites waiting to steal away the clouds
And their cold tracks of steel lying like death dividing up the rivers run

Still I listen, to the plains that speak in nightless lullabies
So the cricket’s lie dormant the buffalo’s wintry song is a bolder snore
Like clouds upon the desert floor, beneath the watchful eye of the snowy goddess moon
Ghosts of warriors galloping across the plains looking for their home

So, I call out whispers to them “here we are” adding to the Algonquin tune
Smiling with eyes closing, I watch the ember stronger glowing hearth
Empowered by life, the gift of the Great Spirit, mountain coyote serenading love of light
And mother lays her hand across the plains tucking in all her children of this Earth

With this I sleep sounder for awhile longer
Although, knowing all things must end with death
But, the spirit will live on and on
Across the plains in its lullabying song, like the winter&#39;s breath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
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