<?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-8988749262489969462</id><updated>2024-10-06T21:06:52.044-07:00</updated><category term="HaS&#39;s Words"/><category term="HaS&#39;s poetry"/><category term="has&#39; heart"/><category term="being turtle again"/><category term="HaS&#39;s opinion"/><category term="Insight from turtle"/><category term="the true side of HaS"/><category term="has&#39; opinion"/><category term="life"/><category term="clearing my head"/><category term="love"/><category term="has&#39;s smile"/><category term="HaS&#39; Laughter"/><category term="HaS&#39;s worries"/><category term="Pececita dorada"/><category term="dreams"/><category term="gathering my thoughts"/><category term="Happiness"/><category term="being just OSO"/><category term="Dear Jessica"/><category term="fufillment"/><category term="getting a grip on my life"/><category term="hopes"/><category term="the truth"/><category term="accepting things for what they are"/><category term="deciding to make things right"/><category term="MY LOVE FOR HER"/><category term="family"/><category term="heartbreak"/><category term="pain"/><category term="Conscious thought"/><category term="Dear Mum"/><category term="HaS&#39; 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opinions"/><category term="Pececitas"/><category term="WTF"/><category term="and the lack of it all"/><category term="asking WAY too much of her"/><category term="end"/><category term="hablando con Mum"/><category term="lust"/><category term="others poetry and responses"/><category term="passion"/><category term="postsecert"/><category term="random bs"/><category term="research"/><category term="schools"/><category term="shame"/><category term="tree"/><category term="when im pissed"/><title type='text'>Palabras de la Tortuga</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>367</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-1222492222301019216</id><published>2013-04-10T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-10T18:02:15.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson learned?</title><content type='html'>So I recognize this feeling, this burning resentment and hatred, this lustful anger and borderline endearing thought. I am hurt, I am disappointed, I am angry...&lt;br /&gt;
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what I do not know how to do is move on and let it go without being angry?&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/1222492222301019216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/1222492222301019216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/1222492222301019216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/1222492222301019216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2013/04/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson learned?'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-4035118393487941811</id><published>2013-02-26T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-26T19:57:23.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear....</title><content type='html'>When I enter a room all I want is you beside me or behind me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Can I see you with me?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
yes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do I love you? yes but without full trust can there be a fulfilling love?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I need your help bcuz I don&#39;t wanna push you away. i built these walls these defense mechanisms to keep women out of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
I am afraid of you getting too close. I see why too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am afraid to trust a woman. deathly afraid! I want you, I know that I feel that in my skin but I just don&#39;t know how to trust again...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
my heart is so lonely. It&#39;s become used to be unhappy and alone. I became used to being let down. I became used to being unloved and unwanted. AND now its like all of a sudden there&#39;s this woman in front of me showing me love and calling me and texting me and making plans with me. She doesn&#39;t get it. She doesn&#39;t understand how afraid I am of her and us and our future.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My fear isn&#39;t me saying I don&#39;t want it. I WANT IT, US, YOU! I want to trust you but I don&#39;t know how. I want to trust you before its too late. My fear isn&#39;t so great that its making me run from her, idk (,_,)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am afraid of being FINALLY HAPPY...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am so afraid of it not being what I believed it to be...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just want to trust again, so that I don&#39;t push you away like the rest...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel like my heart is in love with heartbreak, God knows...I know he knows...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know you know...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Haze&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/4035118393487941811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/4035118393487941811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/4035118393487941811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/4035118393487941811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2013/02/fear.html' title='Fear....'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-4664289491351160714</id><published>2013-01-05T23:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-15T16:30:09.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing</title><content type='html'>a week of your love just isnt enough...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/4664289491351160714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/4664289491351160714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/4664289491351160714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/4664289491351160714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2013/01/amazing.html' title='amazing'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-925400652881138628</id><published>2012-12-10T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-12T06:45:44.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>relapse</title><content type='html'>I cant do this to myself&lt;br /&gt;
I cant do this to my family&lt;br /&gt;
I cant do this to my God&lt;br /&gt;
I cant do this to my friends&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m relapsing...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1 year wasnt enough to permenantly change me.&lt;br /&gt;
I am becoming weak, needy, emotional&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve lost my voice again&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t hear God here&lt;br /&gt;
WHY!?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have to change&lt;br /&gt;
I must change&lt;br /&gt;
I will change&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be the change the world needs&lt;br /&gt;
I want to bring change to this world&lt;br /&gt;
and being insecure, emotional, pouty, and weak is unattractive...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So this morning i am going to go back to who I was before i left NEW YORK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i left a man and I never want to go back to being a boy. I saw a boy in the mirror today...i saw it...I refuse to go back...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Haze&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/925400652881138628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/925400652881138628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/925400652881138628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/925400652881138628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2012/12/relapse.html' title='relapse'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-7774327559797123053</id><published>2012-12-04T02:13:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-04T02:13:59.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don&#39;t judge me</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;This song has been plucking the strings in my soul for a month now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;I could never really understand why, but I do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;it applies to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;i have heard you will sleep with anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;i have heard you aren&#39;t really in to me like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;i have heard you have done this with alot of guys where you are just going along with whatever we say because you don&#39;t know how to say you arent interested anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;i have heard you are dangerously unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;i have heard you are a cheater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;i have heard that kissing and holding hands is nothing to you, you can do it with anybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;i have heard so much about you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;and I see everything you are capable of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;AND NOTHING I HAVE HEARD HAS CHANGED MY MIND ABOUT YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not sure if I am stupid, blinded, naive, foolish, or what.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;But none of that matters to me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Does it make my eyebrow raise? &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Does it make me question what I am doing? &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Does my judgement come into question with you? &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;HELL YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I shouldn&#39;t even be thinking about someone like you by societies standards.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;BUT I CAN NOT JUDGE YOU! I CAN NOT.&lt;/span&gt; I have gotten to know you and I have seen that God has put you through alot, alot more than many others. the path that he has lead you down is not entirely your fault. You made decisions praying and hoping for the best. I can not say that you did anything in your past that is talked about with malice in your heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I learned something tho, about myself, I am a person who gives second chances. &lt;i&gt;My job was about changing lives, &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;and let me be clear I am not trying to change you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I am trying to be the change in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I want to be that &lt;b&gt;new difference that changes&lt;/b&gt; what people &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;say&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; about &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can see it in your eyes, in your voice that I am NOT WHAT YOU are used to. You are used to being used, being the facilitator, the man in the relationship, the controller of the relationship. I want to be that change.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;h3&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;I am not perfect, but I might be what you need because I believe that you are someone I need to experience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: black; color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;-Haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Deez nutz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Its time I just admitted it to myself, I&#39;m just a big ass kid at heart. Aren&#39;t we all? I&#39;d much rather be a &lt;i&gt;goof&lt;/i&gt; than a &lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;stiff&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;TAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I mean seriously youth is a state of mind and my generation is growing up too fast. We try to be older than we are and then shun those who we deem to be too serious or worse not serious enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;My life is&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt; funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, not &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, its a &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;constant contradiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and I am finally going to embrace that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Everyone is rushing to be married, or have kids, or find a career. i understand my future is important but dammit when I&#39;m having fun is when I am the happiest and that is what is important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;I mean lets face it we rush into so many things and everything in this world is now! NOW, NOW, NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Always trying to control our destiny and determine our fate by units of measure be in it years or dollars and cents. Be it in wedded relationships or the size of your apartment! I am DONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; &lt;i&gt;I liked what I was doing in NY. Na, I loved what I was doing in NY!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Touching lives, Changing lives, trying to make a difference in the next persons life one person at a time and that is the way it should be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It took me a year to realize that the path to my success would never be found in a university dorm room. i have never been a cookie cutter person. i have never been a person that follows the beat of the drum. I have always been an Individual!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;This time away from NY has done wonders for my spirit, it was needed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;When I am 56 years old I still want laugh lines! I want to be the old man that people get offended by because I will say anything! I want to keep my sense of humor and better yet make it even better! :P Shit, i wanna be me! not Hassan from accounting, Not Mr. Omar the CEO of some major corporation that has numerous enemies. I want to be Haze! you know the man I am&lt;i&gt; today&lt;/i&gt;. The man &lt;u style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;GOD&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;intended for me to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Kay!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Kay?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Kay??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Kay??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;-Haze&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/1244461238448073647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/1244461238448073647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/1244461238448073647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/1244461238448073647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2012/11/haze.html' title='Haze'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-4529938641130246108</id><published>2012-11-17T23:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-17T23:21:20.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I wanna say I love your attention&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
affection&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
gives me motivation&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
less tension more direction&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
The way I feel is so much more&lt;/div&gt;
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but truthfully I see the bad news in store&lt;/div&gt;
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visualize the lies I see thru em&lt;/div&gt;
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but my heart has desires and I reach to em&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Lord teach em...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
teach me! please these dreams of what I need is guiding my every step&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
and heart break after heart break dispare is all thats left in their wake&lt;/div&gt;
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and hate to say it but is following my heart this time a mistake?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
shes there for me, she cares for me, how can you say its all fake?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
what I hear and what I see is an illusion once again&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
my teams still losing?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Damn even my son says its true&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I have to listen even though I know I don&#39;t wanna cut you loose&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
damn once again I&#39;m letting every else talk for you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
so tomorrow this is exactly what imma do&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
call you up and set the record straight&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
tell to calm down I need to know that her affection isn&#39;t fake&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
my hearts not a trampoline its not easy to bounce back&lt;/div&gt;
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but if they tell me I can do better than I guess I have to take heed of that...&lt;/div&gt;
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-Haze&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/4529938641130246108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/4529938641130246108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/4529938641130246108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/4529938641130246108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2012/11/damn.html' title='damn...'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-7250770528867393676</id><published>2012-11-17T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-17T23:04:40.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>right/wrong</title><content type='html'>You are always right...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and I am always wrong...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always give the benefit of the doubt&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and always end up hearing the same ole song&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when I thought things were going to work out&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
here you come with a bad mouth, strong&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hate when you are right&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hate even more when I am so very wrong...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Haze</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/7250770528867393676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/7250770528867393676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/7250770528867393676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/7250770528867393676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2012/11/rightwrong.html' title='right/wrong'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-7965361884983213661</id><published>2012-11-11T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-11T22:49:19.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Donna...NOT MINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;
&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Everybody has an addiction mine just happens to be you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Have ever felt like there is a relationship that you have to go thru? Like you know you will only end up getting hurt. You know they are no good for you. You know that it wont go where you would like it to go. you know for a fact that everyone has told you not but you are drawn to them. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Moth to a flame kind of ordeal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Got fucking damnit, I sure know how to pic em...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;:-/ from one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;heart break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt; when will it &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/7965361884983213661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/7965361884983213661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/7965361884983213661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/7965361884983213661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2012/11/my-donnanot-mines.html' title='My Donna...NOT MINES'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-1341799826112892855</id><published>2012-11-01T23:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-11-01T23:18:37.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hate Georgia!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;I fucking hate this fucking place. I missed it so much and to return to it after 15 months hurts. It cuts so deep that I can&#39;t sleep!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;My mother is sick, my father is blissfully ignorant, my brother is EXACTLY LIKE ME. My debt clock is running like the country&#39;s. i have stress just like the rest of the fucking country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;I MISS NEW YORK. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;I miss Donna,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #ea9999;&quot;&gt;I miss Sabrina,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;I miss Kareem&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;I miss my job,&lt;/span&gt; I miss my room in Tim&#39;s house, I miss putting money in my mother&#39;s account to help ease her mind. I miss the look of excitement that those damn kids had in their eyes about life, about just hanging out with me and Sabrina at work. I miss the fucking GYM. I miss complaining about my job! I miss the leaves. I miss the complete strangers. I miss the vast unexplored places that I had yet to step foot on. I miss being on my own and standing on my own two feet. I miss people seeing me and getting excited to see me. I miss having money.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;In short I am lacking what was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;My mother has fallen ill and if anybody understands that she needs me its me. My brother might be lying to me and have joined a gang with my stupid cousin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;All I want is for shit to go back to normal. I want my mother to get to 100% asap! I want my brother to get his head out of his fucking ass and stop fighting with every kid that opens his mouth towards him. I want my father to wake up. I want my best friend to open her fucking eyes! I want Kareem to realize that self destruction hurts the people around him just as much. I want Donna all to myself again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its so difficult to be present and effective where I am, when my heart and mind are in 2 completely different places than my body.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;I have seen some amazing things in the past year and I am sure that the next year will be far more amazing than the last but right now, I feel so far from God&#39;s presence that it scares me. I fear, I question, I doubt, my faith is shaken right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Since I have been back I have made only 1 of the same mistakes out of the numerous mistakes of the past but I think this mistake is for the best. I kissed her, I showed her that I care, that i will give her some of my time. I pray that she doesn&#39;t fall in love. I refuse to give my heart away. Danielle had it and never claimed it, Donna holds it and puts it back but keeps coming back to write her name on it again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I hate georgia.&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;I miss New York...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;-Haze&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/1341799826112892855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/1341799826112892855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/1341799826112892855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/1341799826112892855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2012/11/my-return.html' title='My Return'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-3440873423186411993</id><published>2012-08-12T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-12T20:00:25.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year later</title><content type='html'>I have been away for a while. Let me apologize right now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Would it be conceited to say i have been away doing the will of God? In the past year I have built and grown so much that I can not fully describe to you what I have gone through.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can however say,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have learned that there is no such thing as coincidences. That thinking can be just as dangerous as doing. That doubt can cripple a man to a chair. No amount of material items or interpersonal fame will ever satisfy. The desires of the flesh are insatiable. Sometimes having no plan is just fine. Most importantly God is ALWAYS there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a few months I plan to move to Chicago temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I havent written poetically in a long time...&lt;br /&gt;
I believe the reason is because I have no reason, no emotion, no pain, no joy, no sorrow, no happiness, no love to express in any form.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the past year I have fallen in love, I have dated , I have been baptized, I have made changes to my life and taken risks. I have impacted lives in a ways I could never foresee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I had more to say but I don&#39;t for now...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
take care,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When God shows up, build an ALTAR.....&lt;br /&gt;
-Hazey</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/3440873423186411993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/3440873423186411993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/3440873423186411993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/3440873423186411993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2012/08/1-year-later.html' title='1 year later'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-8860056484287710244</id><published>2012-02-04T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T01:41:21.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>primal</title><content type='html'>When I look at you I have this inner drive to act&lt;br /&gt;
but my doubts hold me back&lt;br /&gt;
from showing you my true passion&lt;br /&gt;
and all that my lifes lacking&lt;br /&gt;
is you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This raw power and force&lt;br /&gt;
makes me as stubborn as a horse&lt;br /&gt;
 she straddle me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;
but truth lies to it seems&lt;br /&gt;
im craving it too&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This primal urge to make love&lt;br /&gt;
is frowned on from above&lt;br /&gt;
but my dreams I can&#39;t control&lt;br /&gt;
and I just want to let you know&lt;br /&gt;
but you aren&#39;t blind&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you can choose to ignore it&lt;br /&gt;
or shake it off as unimportant&lt;br /&gt;
but even this can bug you&lt;br /&gt;
just say whats on your heart&lt;br /&gt;
so I won&#39;t have to hide my lonely spark&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
in these last few days I&#39;ve been trying to think less&lt;br /&gt;
but when I see you my heart falls out my chest&lt;br /&gt;
at first with excite to run and embrace you&lt;br /&gt;
but the doubt makes it stop short of the truth&lt;br /&gt;
this isn&#39;t lust...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is primal...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Hazey</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/8860056484287710244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/8860056484287710244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/8860056484287710244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/8860056484287710244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2012/02/primal.html' title='primal'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-103659493751526265</id><published>2012-01-28T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:45:07.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I fell</title><content type='html'>whoops...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;/-:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
now if you&amp;nbsp; know me, you know I need control. My job is about control, but I can not control what my heart feels. Now &lt;b style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am not saying&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I am a control freak and need to control everything!? Cuz quite frankly I don&#39;t want nor need to control everything, tho it would be nice some times. But I do however feel as though I should have some control over myself, meaning most importantly my heart, my mind, and my body. However, I think I fucked around and fell in love...I feel so fucking stupid, so fucking blind, and so naive to have let myself fall again. She hasn&#39;t done anything to make me fall in love. She hasn&#39;t even been intimate with me, she&#39;s never kissed me, she&#39;s never mentioned having any romantic feelings for me at all. &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;SO WHY THE FUCK AM I IN LOVE?&lt;/span&gt; She&#39;s been gone for a little while and has been on my mind the entire time. All I want to do is call her, text her, ask her how she is doing. She calls me and I smile, I try to hide it but I usually fail. I just had a flash back of looking her in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am so pissed off I fell in love (-__-) this isn&#39;t good. She loves me the best way that she can, but &lt;u style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;she isn&#39;t in love with me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. She has told me she finds me attractive but &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;doesn&#39;t&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; have any romantic feelings for me like that. &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;WHY AM I IN LOVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Patrice O&#39;Neal put it best this is a man in love ---&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt; /-:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
aside from the immense amount of anguish I feel for this woman I also miss her dearly. She is content with where she is, she is happy with her life right now, she feels she has everything she could ever want right now, and honestly I do not even remotely feel the same way. So what am I to do...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;
I don&#39;t want to be in love...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;but damn it I am...and shes amazing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;-Haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/103659493751526265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/103659493751526265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/103659493751526265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/103659493751526265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-think-i-fell.html' title='I think I fell'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-4544902485369425381</id><published>2012-01-24T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:35:32.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly you&#39;ve got me open &lt;br&gt;
To the thoughts of you and me &lt;br&gt;
And all that we could ever be&lt;br&gt;
I&#39;m open to the idea&lt;br&gt;
Waking up and you&#39;re here&lt;br&gt;
Of holding you when you&#39;re near&lt;br&gt;
And kissing you out of fear &lt;br&gt;
Releasing all of my doubts &lt;br&gt;
Throwing away my cares &lt;br&gt;
Starting a life with you seems fair&lt;br&gt;
I&#39;m open to the notion &lt;br&gt;
I&#39;m so open to feel your motion&lt;br&gt;
In my eyes you can see all the facts&lt;br&gt;
But my hearts open so don&#39;t you go holding back&lt;br&gt;
-Hazey&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/4544902485369425381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/4544902485369425381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/4544902485369425381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/4544902485369425381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2012/01/open.html' title='Open'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-3169197837197664751</id><published>2012-01-10T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:22:21.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been about 2 months</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;It been about 2 months, HAPPY NEW YEAR! MERRY CHIRSTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;
Christmas was awesome I was able to give so much this year and didn&#39;t expect anything in return which felt good. The new year was spent with a few friends drinking to our recent troubles..I went home for 9 days and it felt like I didn&#39;t belong in my own home. I had nightmares every night in my own house, in my own bed. When for the past 6 months Ive had 2 bad dreams sleeping in a bunk house barn.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
yesterday I had my coworker read my blog considering I forgot that I had some posts on here about her..talk about embarrassing...hopefully our relationship doesn&#39;t become awkward...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
we went to church a few days ago and ever since then my BIPOLAR II disorder has been staring me in the face...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the depressing thoughts I have just make matters worse and all I can think about much of terrible bastard i am..I mean how am I ever going to keep someone happy if my emotions are always up and down? how..no why?! would anyone put up with me...this moodiness...&lt;br /&gt;
this rolleroaster of emotions from one minute to the next is terrible...but i refuse to take lamictal to deal with this..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you know what I find hilarious?&lt;br /&gt;
the woman who loves business, the same one i cant stop thinking about, has similarities that remind me of my father...in a good way...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i sit here alone in the administration building...&lt;br /&gt;
a million things are on my mind&lt;br /&gt;
school, work, my recent trip home, moving off the ranch, the boys here, GOD, the consequences of my actions, my lack of faith in God when it comes to my love life, my immense loneliness at times, the relief that I have brought to so many people around here at the ranch, the hearts I broken and the ties that I have severed, the people I have left in the dark and those who left me at the curb, the moments where everything made sense and where my heart fits...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
just once I would like to be able to hold someone and feel at home...and know its just for me...&lt;br /&gt;
yes there are women out there who want to be with me...yes if i am so unhappy I should just go find my happiness but none of those women make me feel at home and honestly I don&#39;t know where to begin to look...for the past 3 going on 4 years I have been focusing on making me happy to find out I cant...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the only way I can be happy is my giving, and working towards putting a smile on someone elses face...maybe thats why I am here...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just hate to know that some people have that one special person to turn to when they need a real moment of comfort and sometimes I feel like I don&#39;t...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
that sounds so selfish because I can call people, my phone works, my best friend cares...but I need more than that...and I don&#39;t know what its called but when I find it...boy when I find it, I hope I have enough strength to let it go...&lt;br /&gt;
-Haze</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/3169197837197664751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/3169197837197664751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/3169197837197664751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/3169197837197664751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-been-about-2-months.html' title='its been about 2 months'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>298 Middle Rd, Riverhead, NY 11901, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.938803982137777 -72.667350769042969</georss:point><georss:box>40.926808982137779 -72.687091769042965 40.950798982137776 -72.647609769042973</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-3288871441869238416</id><published>2011-11-27T18:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:31:14.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hear people talking but I just never listen...I keep walking towards you because I&#39;m hoping you&#39;ll be different...my hearts heavy over you and I can&#39;t quite explain it...you make me a better man even if I never say it...you ain&#39;t even my woman but in my soul I see the truth...you&#39;re a real woman that&#39;s why I feel I must pursue you...you ain&#39;t got a heart but somehow you captured mine...dumb niggas always get caught up with the same lines...your beauty isn&#39;t matched because somehow all I see is you...in a crowd of 100 people my eyes always seem to drift to you...sometimes I think you want me...but I know better than to fall for your kindness...but the man in me can&#39;t help but walk towards you in pure blindness...these words to you are empty and probably mean nothing...but you deserve better than the man who came along before...I&#39;ve said it once and I&#39;ll say it once more...I know you don&#39;t want me but I&#39;m a man that can show you what you&#39;ve been waiting for... -Haze&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/3288871441869238416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/3288871441869238416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/3288871441869238416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/3288871441869238416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-feel-like-fool.html' title='I feel like a fool'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-7411915394030499659</id><published>2011-11-24T23:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:41:44.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuing you in vain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like everyday I&#39;m getting closer But you are on a slow moving train My heart&#39;s saying keep going &lt;br&gt;
But my minds saying each step is in vain &lt;br&gt;
I&#39;ve been told more than once your wasting your time &lt;br&gt;
You&#39;re just going to get hurt don&#39;t drive yourself insane &lt;br&gt;
But as much as I want to listen I keep walking towards her &lt;br&gt;
In hopes that something will change &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Haze&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/7411915394030499659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/7411915394030499659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/7411915394030499659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/7411915394030499659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2011/11/pursuing-you-in-vain.html' title='Pursuing you in vain'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-1353924505575883643</id><published>2011-11-17T22:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T22:08:50.647-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HaS&#39;s poetry"/><title type='text'>Killing me softly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;She is the sum of what my sights see&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
The totality of what might be &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
The essence of beauty regardless of what you might think &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
The phrase you are what I want is could make my heart sink &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
Rejection is so common so numbing its a shame &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
The killing of what could have been your exes are to blame &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
I&#39;m not man of fancy phrases to draw you in &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
Sadly I&#39;m the man you look past calling him just a friend &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
Telling the world you can&#39;t see us, is an answer &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
But to my ears the repetitive tone is like a cancer &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
Killing without reason or even a early warning sign &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
You killed the thought of us before you even tried &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
I&#39;m grateful for the thought but fuck it I&#39;ll move on &lt;br&gt;
It just sucks to keep hearing that same damn sad song... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Haze&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/1353924505575883643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/1353924505575883643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/1353924505575883643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/1353924505575883643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2011/11/killing-me-softly.html' title='Killing me softly'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-7626735545612347515</id><published>2011-11-17T21:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:41:00.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;They&#39;ve told me to wait for her &lt;br&gt;
Just wait be patient &lt;br&gt;
She&#39;ll come when she&#39;s ready &lt;br&gt;
Arrive when my heart doesn&#39;t feel so heavy &lt;br&gt;
The barrier of my soul and keeper of my spark &lt;br&gt;
Will my heart fall and drop into the dark &lt;br&gt;
The blinding sight of heartbreak can make a man see&lt;br&gt;
The terrible scars of loves battle can make a man weak &lt;br&gt;
And the memories of what was can silence a man speech &lt;br&gt;
She can make him strong like the mountians or feed off him like a leech &lt;br&gt;
She can be my love bird or the hateful bat of deceit Loves a war won by few who ever cast a stone &lt;br&gt;
The goal isn&#39;t be triumphant as sit upon the throne &lt;br&gt;
Because the victor is a killer and victim is a martyr &lt;br&gt;
The flame engulfed everything who cares who&#39;s the starter &lt;br&gt;
The winners are the ones who travel the thin line &lt;br&gt;
Balancing each others weight with a thin twine &lt;br&gt;
With God as the center everything should be fine &lt;br&gt;
A true man with true strength is very hard to find &lt;br&gt;
A real woman with raw beauty not just on the outside &lt;br&gt;
So here I am impatiently waiting for the bus &lt;br&gt;
The bus is a metaphor for us &lt;br&gt;
The issue with us is it requires you to be here &lt;br&gt;
I&#39;m a man of one number and its always the same &lt;br&gt;
I&#39;m waiting for your move, show me you are more than a name...&lt;br&gt;
-Haze &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/7626735545612347515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/7626735545612347515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/7626735545612347515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/7626735545612347515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2011/11/theyve-told-me-to-wait-for-her-just.html' title='Wait'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-4020902452254269927</id><published>2011-11-03T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:59:05.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Timothy 6:8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;His words to me is learn contentment...because I have been given everything, everything and I&#39;m still ungrateful for all he has given me. The blessings I&#39;ve been given are truly Blessings and my ungratefulness: Over being so far from home, thinking i dont have any friends, saying that all I look forward to is sleep, over being single, thinking that I am ready for this and that; this thinking is what is causing this discontentment. I look around and see all these happy people in relationships or with children, they have cars, and homes, they go out and party with there friends and I ask myself where&#39;s mine?? Where&#39;s my joy and contentment that show that I am blessed? And ungrateful and envious me took for granted the blessings that God had planted in my life...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The roof over my head, the bed I sleep in at night, having 2 jobs in a terrible economy, the clothes on my back, the food and water I have everyday, the loving people around me who don&#39;t know me but love me anyway. Its time I took a good look in the mirror and saw that when God is ready, not when I think I am ready, but when God is ready will he bless me in ways unforeseen. I mean take a look at what he&#39;s already done...I never saw any of what is happening now coming... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I understand, now it&#39;s time to show what I have learned.... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Haze&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/4020902452254269927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/4020902452254269927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/4020902452254269927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/4020902452254269927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2011/11/1-timothy-68.html' title='1 Timothy 6:8'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-9078620954113805147</id><published>2011-10-26T02:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T20:44:38.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons that need to be unlearned and one new lesson to learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My father never showed me my inner strength, partly because he wasn&#39;t taught his inner strength existed. My father taught me fear, mostly because he grew up scared himself. I always wondered why my dog was so fearful, I understand now, her master was fearful. I was never validated as a man by my father. In all actuality I was emasculated by him, verbally. I have so much anger and shame towards him mostly because of my constant unanswered questions about myself, my abilities, my manhood. Well they were answered...just every answer was always that I wasn&#39;t strong enough, that I didn&#39;t belong with the rest of strong men of the world, that I wasn&#39;t dangerous, that I wasn&#39;t powerful, that in the worlds eyes I was prey. The older I became the more I began to recognize that he was more fearful and defeated than I ever felt. I began to feel like he had failed me as father, I began to shun and disown him. Not once did he ever show me how to face my fears. Never did he ever praise me for my power or skill. I heard that he was proud of me but never believed him. After writing this I feel as though I have much to discuss with God.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First lesson is forgiveness...&lt;br&gt;
Second lesson is unlearning all the painful lessons that he taught me....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;with love&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Haze&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/9078620954113805147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/9078620954113805147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/9078620954113805147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/9078620954113805147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2011/10/lessons-that-need-to-be-unlearned-and.html' title='Lessons that need to be unlearned and one new lesson to learned'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-5937845749157105533</id><published>2011-10-18T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T20:44:22.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully this will do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I hope he makes you the happiest woman on earth...&lt;br&gt;
you deserve it...&lt;br&gt;
I hope you actually have an anniversary now...&lt;br&gt;
you deserve one&lt;br&gt;
I hope the very best for the both you...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Haze&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/5937845749157105533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/5937845749157105533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/5937845749157105533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/5937845749157105533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2011/10/hopefully-this-will-do.html' title='Hopefully this will do'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-7386189589434691530</id><published>2011-10-18T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:46:49.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been meaning to say this for the longest...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m inaffatuated with her, a coworker, well two coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;
One I can not wait to see or hear from or just talk to.&lt;br /&gt;
The other i wish the time existed for us&lt;br /&gt;
The 1st does so much for me its hard not to love her, well be inaffatuated with lol&lt;br /&gt;
The 2nd I just crave a what I can not have, sounds all too familiar.&lt;br /&gt;
The 1st is 6 1/2 years older than me yet we see eye to eye on almost everything&lt;br /&gt;
The 2nd is 2 months younger than me ,95% just like me, except that 5% percent I do not know yet&lt;br /&gt;
I want the 1st but I question whether I want her because I am incredibly lonely in NY or if I geniuely want her&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve wanted the 2nd for 10 months and am starting to believe the people around me were right about her...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Women...they arent the center of my universe...but what is Adam without Eve?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1 Love&lt;br /&gt;
-Hazee</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/7386189589434691530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/7386189589434691530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/7386189589434691530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/7386189589434691530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2011/10/ive-been-meaning-to-say-this-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-7275687922673967949</id><published>2011-10-15T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T14:39:35.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild At Heart</title><content type='html'>So Ive been reading this book...its so painful to know that somebody out there knows my problems, knows my pain, knows my struggles and doesn&#39;t even know me at all...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
can tell me what ive been looking for all along...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
its indescribable...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but the following people deserve and apology and my forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. Jessica Aybar&lt;br /&gt;
2. Hassan Omar Sr&lt;br /&gt;
3. Sabrina Bamberger&lt;br /&gt;
4. Christena Hylton&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
check out this book&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wild at Heart or Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love&lt;br /&gt;
-Haze&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
PS: I wasn&#39;t able to finish this post because someone was rushing me. This book is&amp;nbsp; strong, powerful and dangerous to read. If you don&#39;t approach this book the correct way it could possibly do more damage...I guess what I am trying to say is if you have ever read a single post by me on here go back to the post el roto hero after reading the first 7 chapters of Wild at Heart and it will all make sense...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/7275687922673967949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8988749262489969462/7275687922673967949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/7275687922673967949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8988749262489969462/posts/default/7275687922673967949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasdaturtle.blogspot.com/2011/10/wild-at-heart.html' title='Wild At Heart'/><author><name>Hazey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265622909086253324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988749262489969462.post-8034825784678625213</id><published>2011-10-09T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T20:49:32.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months, 2 Jobs, and 1 Black out drunk night</title><content type='html'>So as many of you may know I am in NY duh right!?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well as of today I have been in New York for 2 months and what do I have to show for all my efforts at beginning life a New (York)? well I figured it goes soemthing like this...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have been here for 2 months I have 2 jobs both pay but one is about to triple in pay assuming that I actuualy get some shifts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I live at the Timothy Hill Children&#39;s Ranch in Riverhead. They want me to work for them as a Per Diem Monitoring Specialist, basically watch over and mentor the boys at the ranch during my shift. This job is gonna pay very well. 12.54 AN HOUR...nice right!? Well the job is very stressful and Im not dealing with one child I am dealing with about 8-12 unruly teenage boys. I feel like this may be to much for me but I know that God never puts you in a situation you can not handle. So I&#39;ve been on the ropes about this whole thing. I know the whole ordeal will always workout in my favor but I am just not sure what to make of this just yet. For now its an opportunity that I&#39;d be retarded to not jump on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now I also work at Skechers at Tanger out here. Skechers is fufilling believe it or not. Very much so fufilling. But only&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On thursday I decided to mix my beer with my liquors...I went to some house out somewhere on this damned island. It was this guys birthday, I supposedly did all of the following.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I won seven games of beer pong with a partner nice right but I was drinking all the beer...so thats how many cups of beer if each game was 10 cups???&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I got this chicks number and didnt remember the next day&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I ran through someones yard, thru a wall of bushes across a field and back to the house to get my hoodie which was left at the party&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I pissed this guy off cuz I kept playing in his girl friends hair lmao&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I had a mixed drink that tasted like birthday cake&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I apparently had a few shots of captain morgan&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I had like three beers before I played beer pong, this i remember!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I couldn&#39;t pee all night, but was throwing my brains out in a bag with the handles around my ears at 7-11&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I woke up in sabrinas room on the floor in clothes I didnt recognize&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I was told all of the things above once I woke up&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
just a slight recap of this past week&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
yeah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
much love&lt;br /&gt;
-Haze&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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