<?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-6532345026687642775</id><updated>2024-08-28T10:51:04.755-04:00</updated><category term="Final Fantasy VI"/><category term="September 11"/><category term="10th anniversay"/><category term="2001"/><category term="Alfred Lord Tennyson"/><category term="Andrew Lloyd Weber"/><category term="April Fools Joke"/><category term="Belews Lake NC"/><category term="Bill of Rights"/><category term="Blondie"/><category term="Boost Mobile"/><category term="Breast Cancer"/><category term="Buck List"/><category term="Christian"/><category term="Comedy Central"/><category term="Danny Glover"/><category term="Earthquake"/><category term="Easter"/><category term="FOX"/><category term="Final Fantasy III"/><category term="Fray"/><category term="Geoffrey Rush"/><category term="Geroge Jones"/><category term="Good Boys"/><category term="Hellboy 2 the golden Army"/><category term="House"/><category term="Hugh Laurie"/><category term="IGN"/><category term="Ian McShane"/><category term="In Memoriam"/><category term="Japan"/><category term="Jeff Dunham"/><category term="John Mayer"/><category term="Johnny Depp"/><category term="Knight Shift"/><category term="Legend of Zelda"/><category term="Metroid: Other M"/><category term="Mother&#39;s Day"/><category term="Music of the Night"/><category term="Never Forget"/><category term="Nintendo Wii"/><category term="Opera"/><category term="Peanut"/><category term="Penelope Cruz"/><category term="Phantom of the Opera"/><category term="Pirates of the Caribbean"/><category term="Ron Jeremy"/><category term="Samus Aran"/><category term="Second Amendment"/><category term="Tennessee"/><category term="Tsunami"/><category term="US Constitution"/><category term="Veterans Day"/><category term="Walter"/><category term="Warhammer 40k"/><category term="Weird Al Yankovic"/><category term="firefighter"/><category term="poems"/><category term="pumpkin pie"/><category term="relationships"/><title type='text'>Gentle Giant Express</title><subtitle type='html'>This Blog is dedicated to my poetry skills that I have and my thoughts about things in this world too. I hope that my poetry speaks to you like it does to me.&#xa;I love feed back so please feel free to put in your opinion about things</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532345026687642775/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532345026687642775/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>PapaBear007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762874522708203507</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/AVvXsEjjQK2MSEmmhdfFwjCiP1x0amcRo9O_WqSAXPcIOMWng-wNkQXMwzo2IB9BGOVvbzkJ7LmB4XunMaRTc-CTf6Oag75AjnCWhY89yI02Ur8vB92sfpCqeBCPU9gMYnprVA/s220/2579_72135271082_643611082_2677523_6547090_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532345026687642775.post-4699414822912498560</id><published>2016-05-03T23:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2016-05-19T20:47:26.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Hopeless days,&lt;br&gt;
Restless nights.&lt;br&gt;
Mind plagued by memories&lt;br&gt;
Than it is with hope.&lt;br&gt;
Unwanted tears being shed.&lt;br&gt;
Happiness nothing but a fantasy,&lt;br&gt;
Heart skipping beats.&lt;br&gt;
Future unknown to mankind.&lt;/p&gt;
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I know you are there some where&lt;br&gt;
In my dreams.&lt;br&gt;
You said that you will be in my heart&lt;br&gt;
Always.&lt;br&gt;
I need you more than ever now&lt;br&gt;
And I still can not believe you are &lt;br&gt;
Gone.&lt;br&gt;
You were the one that I could always &lt;br&gt;
Come and talk to when I needed to.&lt;br&gt;
But now all I have is a picture of you.&lt;br&gt;
I am sorry for all the times when I got &lt;br&gt;
Mad and took it out on you.&lt;br&gt;
I miss you so much.&lt;br&gt;
Can not wait to see your face,&lt;br&gt;
Hear your voice,&lt;br&gt;
And your warm hugs.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
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Like a beacon in the &lt;br&gt;
Dead of night.&lt;br&gt;
Hope finding its way&lt;br&gt;
Into the hearts of others.&lt;br&gt;
Love blossoming like the wild &lt;br&gt;
Sunflowers blooming in the&lt;br&gt;
Meadows.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Is it true?&lt;br&gt;
Is this really how life goes?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Live each day as its the last day of &lt;br&gt;
Life.&lt;/p&gt;
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Than with hope.&lt;br&gt;
The past puncturing &lt;br&gt;
The present like a bunch of&lt;br&gt;
Stealing knives.&lt;br&gt;
Killing the soul with each stab,&lt;br&gt;
The blade feeling like an &lt;br&gt;
Immortal blade,&lt;br&gt;
In there is no healing from.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Eyes like an endless ocean &lt;br&gt;
Of secrets and lies.&lt;br&gt;
Emotions crashing down on&lt;br&gt;
The shores of the soul.&lt;br&gt;
Feelings walking a great journey &lt;br&gt;
Throughout life.&lt;br&gt;
Love being a suicidal drug&lt;br&gt;
For lonely men,&lt;br&gt;
Who cry out. &lt;br&gt;
Wanting to be loved &lt;br&gt;
By everybody.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Women locking their&lt;br&gt;
Feelings behind &lt;br&gt;
Iron gates,&lt;br&gt;
No man can break through.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;These are the feelings&lt;br&gt;
Some people go&lt;br&gt;
Throughout life &lt;br&gt;
Feeling. &lt;br&gt;
One of life&#39;s greatest mystery&lt;br&gt;
Is how to make &lt;br&gt;
Someone love you free&lt;br&gt;
Willing.&lt;/p&gt;
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Sands of time,&lt;br&gt;
Shadows of people&#39;s legacy&lt;br&gt;
Around every corner.&lt;br&gt;
Memory is the forgotten key &lt;br&gt;
To life.&lt;br&gt;
Time is a window of the&lt;br&gt;
Soul.&lt;br&gt;
Earth trembling in sadness.&lt;br&gt;
Emotions being the mechanics &lt;br&gt;
Of life.&lt;/p&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/feeds/551637195288235139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/2015/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532345026687642775/posts/default/551637195288235139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532345026687642775/posts/default/551637195288235139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/2015/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>PapaBear007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762874522708203507</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/AVvXsEjjQK2MSEmmhdfFwjCiP1x0amcRo9O_WqSAXPcIOMWng-wNkQXMwzo2IB9BGOVvbzkJ7LmB4XunMaRTc-CTf6Oag75AjnCWhY89yI02Ur8vB92sfpCqeBCPU9gMYnprVA/s220/2579_72135271082_643611082_2677523_6547090_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532345026687642775.post-3953503467280811945</id><published>2015-03-31T19:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2015-07-05T22:30:15.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; look before me into &lt;br&gt;
The horizon. &lt;br&gt;
I see the vast emptiness &lt;br&gt;
Of ocean stretching &lt;br&gt;
As far as I can see.&lt;br&gt;
Standing on the edge,&lt;br&gt;
I hear the deafening roar&lt;br&gt;
Of the waves pound against&lt;br&gt;
The jagged edge. &lt;br&gt;
I feel the blustery wind blowing &lt;br&gt;
Across my face.&lt;br&gt;
I see the violet lightning arching &lt;br&gt;
Across the nighttime sky, &lt;br&gt;
As the malevolent storm approaches&lt;br&gt;
Me.&lt;br&gt;
The beast inside me stirs from its mighty&lt;br&gt;
Slumber.&lt;br&gt;
I feel its rage burning inside of me.&lt;br&gt;
It lusting to break free and make the&lt;br&gt;
World feel its wraith.&lt;br&gt;
Burning fire of vengeance,&lt;br&gt;
Burns like a beacon in my soul.&lt;br&gt;
Trying to hold back the devastated&lt;br&gt;
Soul.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;The storm rages on uncontrollably,&lt;br&gt;
The wind blows down anything in its sight.&lt;br&gt;
Thunder shaking the ground as&lt;br&gt;
If it was an earthquake.&lt;br&gt;
Feeling the anger of despair, &lt;br&gt;
The ocean swallows the huts that are &lt;br&gt;
Near the water&#39;s edge.&lt;br&gt;
Hearing the horrific screams of villagers,&lt;br&gt;
As they are swept out to sea.&lt;br&gt;
Other villagers look upon in disbelief &lt;br&gt;
That their brothers and sisters &lt;br&gt;
Were swept out to sea.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;The storm disperses, &lt;br&gt;
The heavenly light of the sun&lt;br&gt;
Shines on what&#39;s left of&lt;br&gt;
The tiny village.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
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And what is easy.&lt;br&gt;
How does one person &lt;br&gt;
Know what they do is &lt;br&gt;
Even right?&lt;br&gt;
We have to pay the &lt;br&gt;
Consequences for each &lt;br&gt;
Choice we have to make, &lt;br&gt;
And pay for our choices.&lt;br&gt;
Nobody can escape the fate&lt;br&gt;
Of made choices.&lt;/p&gt;
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Mind racing with thoughts,&lt;br&gt;
Memories flooding my mind,&lt;br&gt;
Voices of those who have passed&lt;br&gt;
Speaking in mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Night turning into dawn,&lt;br&gt;
Still not able to sleep,&lt;br&gt;
Today is your day.&lt;br&gt;
Today you will embark on&lt;br&gt;
A journey everyone takes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Dawn turning into day,&lt;br&gt;
People gathering for your&lt;br&gt;
Special day.&lt;br&gt;
Even though this time is&lt;br&gt;
Different,&lt;br&gt;
You&#39;ll always have friends,&lt;br&gt;
Near and especially far.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Still can not sleep.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
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Wandering why so many misfortunes&lt;br&gt;
Have to happen to me?&lt;br&gt;
What have I done?&lt;br&gt;
Why is this happening again?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Trying so hard to make the best &lt;br&gt;
Out of this life,&lt;br&gt;
But yet it seems like I get nowhere.&lt;br&gt;
Trying to keep calm and positive,&lt;br&gt;
But when your spirit has been &lt;br&gt;
Dealt devastating blow after blow.&lt;br&gt;
Start to wonder when will it end.&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes wonder if living life to the fullest,&lt;br&gt;
Will ever be fulfilled.&lt;br&gt;
So tired of hurting, waiting, and hoping&lt;br&gt;
One day it will ease and normal again.&lt;/p&gt;
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On the freshly fallen snow.&lt;br&gt;
Tracks too small for anybody &lt;br&gt;
To identify.&lt;br&gt;
A man struggles walking in knee deep&lt;br&gt;
Snow.&amp;#160; &lt;br&gt;
Blanket wrapped around him,&lt;br&gt;
Trying not to shiver in the cold&lt;br&gt;
And keep the wind from freezing&lt;br&gt;
Him.&lt;br&gt;
His body is colder than ice,&lt;br&gt;
He can feel his blood starting to freeze&lt;br&gt;
With each breathe.&lt;br&gt;
With each step he thinks its his last&lt;br&gt;
Step.&lt;br&gt;
He is knows death is watching him in the shadows&lt;br&gt;
Of the surrounding trees.&lt;br&gt;
He would embrace death&lt;br&gt;
Like an old friend. &lt;br&gt;
He draws what he thinks is his last breathe&lt;br&gt;
As he falls forward in the snow.&lt;br&gt;
God has other plans for the man.&lt;br&gt;
A stranger,&lt;br&gt;
Who just so happened to be nearby walking in the&lt;br&gt;
Snow,&lt;br&gt;
Sees a lump in the snow.&lt;br&gt;
The man awakes in a bed, &lt;br&gt;
In a small cottage. &lt;br&gt;
He wonders how he got &lt;br&gt;
Inside the cottage.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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Must come to an end.&lt;br&gt;
How do you pick up &lt;br&gt;
The pieces?&lt;br&gt;
Why must we suffer &lt;br&gt;
As much as we do?&lt;br&gt;
Does each new day bring &lt;br&gt;
Something new?&lt;br&gt;
Or does it not care&lt;br&gt;
Of the way we feel.&lt;br&gt;
How can a human being&lt;br&gt;
Ever get over the loss&lt;br&gt;
Of something so dear to &lt;br&gt;
Them?&lt;/p&gt;
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What&#39;s causing this? &lt;br /&gt;
I know that I am very happy but why is it &lt;br /&gt;
I can not smile?&lt;br /&gt;
Why I am struggling with myself again?&lt;br /&gt;
I thought that I had tamed the beast, but yet it is still on its rampage.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/feeds/5010799718462944430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/2012/09/why-is-that-i-feel-like-that-i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532345026687642775/posts/default/5010799718462944430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532345026687642775/posts/default/5010799718462944430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/2012/09/why-is-that-i-feel-like-that-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PapaBear007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762874522708203507</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/AVvXsEjjQK2MSEmmhdfFwjCiP1x0amcRo9O_WqSAXPcIOMWng-wNkQXMwzo2IB9BGOVvbzkJ7LmB4XunMaRTc-CTf6Oag75AjnCWhY89yI02Ur8vB92sfpCqeBCPU9gMYnprVA/s220/2579_72135271082_643611082_2677523_6547090_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532345026687642775.post-5896985042501449241</id><published>2012-09-02T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-02T23:47:06.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow </title><content type='html'>Wow can&#39;t believe its been several months since that I was last on here.&amp;nbsp; I need to get better about getting back on here and do some writing down of my thoughts that have been going through my mind lately.&amp;nbsp; I plan on doing this sometime tonight (at least get started on it).&amp;nbsp; So much has happened here since the last time I have been on.&amp;nbsp; I know that I do not have many readers, but their are some out there that do like reading my posts.&amp;nbsp; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/feeds/5896985042501449241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/2012/09/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532345026687642775/posts/default/5896985042501449241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532345026687642775/posts/default/5896985042501449241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/2012/09/wow.html' title='Wow '/><author><name>PapaBear007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762874522708203507</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/AVvXsEjjQK2MSEmmhdfFwjCiP1x0amcRo9O_WqSAXPcIOMWng-wNkQXMwzo2IB9BGOVvbzkJ7LmB4XunMaRTc-CTf6Oag75AjnCWhY89yI02Ur8vB92sfpCqeBCPU9gMYnprVA/s220/2579_72135271082_643611082_2677523_6547090_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532345026687642775.post-2769278870182041930</id><published>2012-01-14T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:05:02.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Silence creeping along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;The stilled darkness of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Coming to taunt and haunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Me in the midst of slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Silence washing over me like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;A tide breaking along the shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I awake started and ringing with sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Wondering what made me awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;As I wake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I look through the rose colored glass window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I see the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;That has been taunting and haunting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Retreat into the bleakness of night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I wonder what made the silence retreat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Back into darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I guess its the swift sunrise that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Fastly approaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I pray to God that the Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Gives light to what I am feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/feeds/2769278870182041930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/2012/01/silence-creeping-along-stilled-darkness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532345026687642775/posts/default/2769278870182041930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532345026687642775/posts/default/2769278870182041930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/2012/01/silence-creeping-along-stilled-darkness.html' title=''/><author><name>PapaBear007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762874522708203507</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/AVvXsEjjQK2MSEmmhdfFwjCiP1x0amcRo9O_WqSAXPcIOMWng-wNkQXMwzo2IB9BGOVvbzkJ7LmB4XunMaRTc-CTf6Oag75AjnCWhY89yI02Ur8vB92sfpCqeBCPU9gMYnprVA/s220/2579_72135271082_643611082_2677523_6547090_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532345026687642775.post-1060828717742745120</id><published>2012-01-10T15:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:21:07.530-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alfred Lord Tennyson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hellboy 2 the golden Army"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In Memoriam"/><title type='text'>Hellboy 2 The Golden Army</title><content type='html'>This is part of the poem In Memoriam.&amp;nbsp;This part of the poem is read in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;movie Hellboy 2 The Golden Army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;This not my work.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;In Memoriam by &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts cs4-visible&quot; id=&quot;lw_1326225645_0&quot;&gt;Alfred Lord Tennyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Be near me when my light is low,&lt;br /&gt;
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick&lt;br /&gt;
And tingle; and the heart is sick,&lt;br /&gt;
And all the wheels of Being slow.&lt;br /&gt;
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The music that plays in this movie while this is being read is awesome and off the charts for person like me who likes great music. the music around 2:20 is breathe taking and it will speak anybody&#39;s heart (or at least I hope it will).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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A man&#39;s heart can be easily destroyed just as a woman&#39;s heart can be.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/feeds/1060828717742745120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-part-of-poem-in-memoriam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532345026687642775/posts/default/1060828717742745120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532345026687642775/posts/default/1060828717742745120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-part-of-poem-in-memoriam.html' title='Hellboy 2 The Golden Army'/><author><name>PapaBear007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762874522708203507</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/AVvXsEjjQK2MSEmmhdfFwjCiP1x0amcRo9O_WqSAXPcIOMWng-wNkQXMwzo2IB9BGOVvbzkJ7LmB4XunMaRTc-CTf6Oag75AjnCWhY89yI02Ur8vB92sfpCqeBCPU9gMYnprVA/s220/2579_72135271082_643611082_2677523_6547090_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/KWWTa6r1DSQ/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532345026687642775.post-7064701222403214586</id><published>2012-01-10T14:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T14:51:45.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh wow its been a while</title><content type='html'>Some new poetry coming soon...Its been awhile since that I have been here I have been dealing with writers block for quite some time...Here&amp;nbsp;in the past couple of days my mind began to come up with some poetry work.&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/feeds/7064701222403214586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-wow-its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532345026687642775/posts/default/7064701222403214586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532345026687642775/posts/default/7064701222403214586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenglaspie.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-wow-its-been-while.html' title='Oh wow its been a while'/><author><name>PapaBear007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762874522708203507</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/AVvXsEjjQK2MSEmmhdfFwjCiP1x0amcRo9O_WqSAXPcIOMWng-wNkQXMwzo2IB9BGOVvbzkJ7LmB4XunMaRTc-CTf6Oag75AjnCWhY89yI02Ur8vB92sfpCqeBCPU9gMYnprVA/s220/2579_72135271082_643611082_2677523_6547090_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532345026687642775.post-3111907970279239875</id><published>2011-09-11T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T00:03:23.901-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="10th anniversay"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="September 11"/><title type='text'>10 Years Can&#39;t believe that its been 10 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: red;&quot;&gt;September 11, 2011, 10th anniversay of the 9/11 terrorist attacks, and it only seems like it was yesterday that it happened.&amp;nbsp; I knew where I was when I heard the news of this great American tragdey. The 9/11 attacks was the modern day verison of Pearl Harbor, then we were attacked by the Japanese, and on&amp;nbsp;9/11 we were attacked by extremist.&amp;nbsp;Its scary that&amp;nbsp;our great nation has been attacked twice. &amp;nbsp;Has America changed for the best or for the worse? &amp;nbsp;What really grips my tail is that this year none of the Fire, EMS, Police were not invited to the ceremonies due to the fact that there was going to be no room for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIAPK2RuieccYHAYyM6U_zq9GHRGR-ssFw1ENc_Lsrfk3UZRMqfECPwoHmjDdcNXjvhQlAL2hXdPBvs5AK0UDbZY8fOA8_7nqE7a8Y5De7QfqVUGq6JgRBqBXjtXXtC4ITMaaPwDrGxZz/s1600/thumbnail.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIAPK2RuieccYHAYyM6U_zq9GHRGR-ssFw1ENc_Lsrfk3UZRMqfECPwoHmjDdcNXjvhQlAL2hXdPBvs5AK0UDbZY8fOA8_7nqE7a8Y5De7QfqVUGq6JgRBqBXjtXXtC4ITMaaPwDrGxZz/s1600/thumbnail.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Things have changed in a certain degree. Big brother watching everything we do. We are in a real bad recession. I am not here to talk about that.&amp;nbsp; I am here to talk about the everyday people who live on the edge of society each and everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;I am so glad that there were people who tried to over-throw the hi-jackers on Flight 93.&amp;nbsp; May God Bless them and all of the people who ran into the buildings not knowing what was going to happen. Nobody knew that the buildings were going to collaspe.&amp;nbsp; I like what they have done to where the Towers once stood and turned them into a reflecting pool.&amp;nbsp;Who knows what is going to be there around the reflecting pool.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am proud to be an American and I pray that everything turns out to be the best thing to ever happen to this country.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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