<?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-542996479834602288</id><updated>2024-09-11T09:16:59.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POETRY 4 U</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>time pass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18422849419181545355</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542996479834602288.post-6606424073416825818</id><published>2009-12-10T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:50:01.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD TIMES/BAD TIMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://th04.deviantart.net/fs15/300W/f/2007/064/8/2/alone_by_buaiansayapanomali.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://th04.deviantart.net/fs15/300W/f/2007/064/8/2/alone_by_buaiansayapanomali.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Many broken pieces&lt;br /&gt;
Shattered, now apart&lt;br /&gt;
What can I do to mend it?&lt;br /&gt;
To mend by broken heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;I walk along the beach&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving footprints cold and bare&lt;br /&gt;
How can I enjoy the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;
When there’s no one here to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;There used to be a pair,&lt;br /&gt;
Of footprints next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;
But they washed away with waves&lt;br /&gt;
And the shifting sands of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;All I can do now,&lt;br /&gt;
Is remember how things were.&lt;br /&gt;
The good times, not the bad times,&lt;br /&gt;
Which caused my heart to stir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;To live to die,&lt;br /&gt;
What does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;
While I am in this state.&lt;br /&gt;
I didn’t know how much I loved,&lt;br /&gt;
Until it was too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6606424073416825818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-timesbad-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/6606424073416825818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/6606424073416825818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-timesbad-times.html' title='GOOD TIMES/BAD TIMES'/><author><name>time pass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18422849419181545355</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-542996479834602288.post-2776816619266133790</id><published>2009-12-10T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:41:41.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOGETHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 800;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lovingwhisper.com/media/6188-real-friends.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://www.lovingwhisper.com/media/6188-real-friends.jpg&quot; width=&quot;264&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Within a smudge of blue,&lt;br /&gt;
I walk the footpath.Together,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; With only ourselves in a group,&lt;br /&gt;
We are content.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Together,&lt;br /&gt;
We talk about the important things&lt;br /&gt;
Of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Together,&lt;br /&gt;
We are somehow complete,&lt;br /&gt;
Needing no-one else.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Together,&lt;br /&gt;
We hear the voice behind us,&lt;br /&gt;
Interrupting our private world.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Together,&lt;br /&gt;
As if one person, we glance back,&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing the face that spoke.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Together,&lt;br /&gt;
We try to accommodate the person,&lt;br /&gt;
Losing the closeness we had.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Together,&lt;br /&gt;
The conversation we make&lt;br /&gt;
Is of mindless events.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Together no longer,&lt;br /&gt;
We become smatters of blue&lt;br /&gt;
That once made a beautiful smudge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2776816619266133790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/2776816619266133790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/2776816619266133790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/together.html' title='TOGETHER'/><author><name>time pass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18422849419181545355</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-542996479834602288.post-2628103837898531728</id><published>2009-12-10T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:27:59.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Were There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lh6.ggpht.com/abramsv/SAufWUkZryI/AAAAAAAAO1Q/dNB-krEGil0/345645yre.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;284&quot; src=&quot;http://lh6.ggpht.com/abramsv/SAufWUkZryI/AAAAAAAAO1Q/dNB-krEGil0/345645yre.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;When no one was there for me&lt;br /&gt;
And I thought that no one cared&lt;br /&gt;
When the whole world walked out on me&lt;br /&gt;
And I thought I was alone&lt;br /&gt;
You were there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;When the one I cared about the most&lt;br /&gt;
Could care less about me&lt;br /&gt;
When the one I gave my heart to&lt;br /&gt;
Threw it in my face&lt;br /&gt;
You were there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;When the person I trusted&lt;br /&gt;
Betrayed me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When the person I shared a lot of memories with&lt;br /&gt;
Can&#39;t even remember my birthday&lt;br /&gt;
You were there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;When all I needed was a friend&lt;br /&gt;
To listen to me whine&lt;br /&gt;
When all I needed was someone&lt;br /&gt;
To catch my tears&lt;br /&gt;
You were there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;When my heart hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn&#39;t even breath&lt;br /&gt;
When I just wanted to crawl up and die&lt;br /&gt;
You were there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;When I started to cry&lt;br /&gt;
After hearing that sad song&lt;br /&gt;
When thew tears just wouldn&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;
Stop falling down&lt;br /&gt;
You were there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;So you see I will be there until the end&lt;br /&gt;
This is a promise I can make&lt;br /&gt;
If you ever need me&lt;br /&gt;
Just give me a call&lt;br /&gt;
I will be there just as you were there for me&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2628103837898531728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-were-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/2628103837898531728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/2628103837898531728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-were-there.html' title='You Were There'/><author><name>time pass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18422849419181545355</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/abramsv/SAufWUkZryI/AAAAAAAAO1Q/dNB-krEGil0/s72-c/345645yre.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542996479834602288.post-1148111887846439753</id><published>2009-12-04T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:19:07.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you, My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://gallery.punjabijanta.com/d/11877-2/friendship-poems_1_.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://gallery.punjabijanta.com/d/11877-2/friendship-poems_1_.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;This is for you, my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;
the one person i can tell my soul too&lt;br /&gt;
Who can relate to me like no other&lt;br /&gt;
Who I can laugh with to no extents,&lt;br /&gt;
Who I can cry too when times are tough,&lt;br /&gt;
Who can help me with the problems of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
Never have you turned your back on me&lt;br /&gt;
Or told me I wasnt good enough&lt;br /&gt;
Or let me down&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t think you know what that means to me&lt;br /&gt;
You have went through so much pain and you still have time&lt;br /&gt;
For me.&lt;br /&gt;
And I love you for listening even when inside YOU are dying&lt;br /&gt;
And I look up too you because you are strong,&lt;br /&gt;
and caring and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
Even though you don&#39;t think you are.&lt;br /&gt;
And I hope you know that I am always here&lt;br /&gt;
To listen to you laugh and cry and help&lt;br /&gt;
In all the ways that i can&lt;br /&gt;
And I will try to be at least half the friend you are&lt;br /&gt;
To me.&lt;br /&gt;
I hope you know I would not be the person I am today, with out you.&lt;br /&gt;
My best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1148111887846439753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-you-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/1148111887846439753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/1148111887846439753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-you-my-best-friend.html' title='For you, My Best Friend'/><author><name>time pass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18422849419181545355</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-542996479834602288.post-8972927174905387250</id><published>2009-12-04T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:16:20.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Dreamer a poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,&lt;br /&gt;
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;&lt;br /&gt;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,&lt;br /&gt;
Lull&#39;d by the moonlight have all pass&#39;d away!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,&lt;br /&gt;
List while I woo thee with soft melody;&lt;br /&gt;
Gone are the cares of life&#39;s busy throng.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!&lt;br /&gt;
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,&lt;br /&gt;
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;&lt;br /&gt;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,&lt;br /&gt;
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
E&#39;en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;&lt;br /&gt;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8972927174905387250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-dreamer-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/8972927174905387250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/8972927174905387250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-dreamer-poem.html' title='Beautiful Dreamer a poem'/><author><name>time pass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18422849419181545355</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-542996479834602288.post-1035434196763522779</id><published>2009-12-04T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:02:24.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wishing Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&quot;Stars are made for wishing on&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
My very best friend told me&lt;br /&gt;
So I gazed upon an October night&#39;s sky&lt;br /&gt;
And I picked the brightest star I could see&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I named my star Karen&lt;br /&gt;
A very special name&lt;br /&gt;
Now that this star had a title&lt;br /&gt;
She was all mine to claim&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I thought about what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;
Something that I could wish for&lt;br /&gt;
But as I thought about my wish I realized&lt;br /&gt;
Into this process should go much more&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Karen should know my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;
Behind each and every wish&lt;br /&gt;
So before I made my wish that night&lt;br /&gt;
I told to Karen this&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could wish for money&lt;br /&gt;
Because my family is very poor&lt;br /&gt;
However to be rich, money is not a necessity&lt;br /&gt;
A person needs so very much more&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could wish for that special boy to like me&lt;br /&gt;
And say those three little words&lt;br /&gt;
But love is a much more sacred link&lt;br /&gt;
That comes on a path with thousands of curves&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could wish to be famous&lt;br /&gt;
To be someone other than myself&lt;br /&gt;
But self worth is measured by much more than&lt;br /&gt;
Having the most trophies on your shelf&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Instead I want to be rich in spirit&lt;br /&gt;
Sound in soul and mind&lt;br /&gt;
I wish that when I see the pot at the end of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;
Character is what I will find&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Instead I wish for understanding&lt;br /&gt;
And courage in matters of love&lt;br /&gt;
I pray I&#39;ll meet the special someone&lt;br /&gt;
And through tough times we will rise above&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Most of all I wish for the ability to know and like&lt;br /&gt;
Who I am and what I have become to be&lt;br /&gt;
And I ask that you help me realize&lt;br /&gt;
That I am special even if that&#39;s not what I always see&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I thanked Karen for listening to&lt;br /&gt;
My wishes and my dreams&lt;br /&gt;
And there she is shinning bright&lt;br /&gt;
No matter how dark it seems&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Karen listens to all I say&lt;br /&gt;
Even though she live in a world so far&lt;br /&gt;
But no matter where either of us end up living&lt;br /&gt;
She will always be my wishing star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1035434196763522779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishing-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/1035434196763522779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/1035434196763522779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishing-star.html' title='The Wishing Star'/><author><name>time pass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18422849419181545355</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-542996479834602288.post-7115766401011550880</id><published>2009-12-04T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:53:45.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forever Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/8045/20477ct8.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/8045/20477ct8.jpg&quot; width=&quot;220&quot; /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;n my own, but mostly the savannah,&lt;br /&gt;
Where the tumbleweeds fade away and die,&lt;br /&gt;
Before the glassy sun burns a summer of crystals,&lt;br /&gt;
The glistering waters of the high seas&lt;br /&gt;
Of which was so far a place as of where vultures roam.&lt;br /&gt;
I looked around but you weren&#39;t anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;
You used to say that you would never die,&lt;br /&gt;
But I took the wrong meaning into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
Now the sea is wild with despair,&lt;br /&gt;
Deep blue like a prairie of flowers blue,&lt;br /&gt;
Where all children of God rest in eternal peace.&lt;br /&gt;
I saw you at the end,&lt;br /&gt;
You and I, brother and sister of nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Brother and sister of heaven and eartOn my own, but mostly the savannah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Where the tumbleweeds fade away and die,&lt;br /&gt;
Before the glassy sun burns a summer of crystals,&lt;br /&gt;
The glistering waters of the high seas&lt;br /&gt;
Of which was so far a place as of where vultures roam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;I looked around but you weren&#39;t anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;
You used to say that you would never die,&lt;br /&gt;
But I took the wrong meaning into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
Now the sea is wild with despair,&lt;br /&gt;
Deep blue like a prairie of flowers blue,&lt;br /&gt;
Where all children of God rest in eternal peace.&lt;br /&gt;
I saw you at the end,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;You and I, brother and sister of nh,&lt;br /&gt;
Your usually calm and heavenly eyes full of tears,&lt;br /&gt;
Bitterly falling one after one into a river,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
T&lt;/b&gt;hen the river of life turned red in blood.&lt;br /&gt;
My eyes watched in horror.&lt;br /&gt;
Slowly and deadly your heart became poisoned,&lt;br /&gt;
You disappeared without saying good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;
Not a word came out of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
You became like desolation in its grave.&lt;br /&gt;
When once the skies were a realm of stars&lt;br /&gt;
And the sun shone brightly in summer skies,&lt;br /&gt;
You were there to share the calmness;&lt;br /&gt;
But now I stand here in midst of the tall grass&lt;br /&gt;
And only the savannah remains.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7115766401011550880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/forever-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/7115766401011550880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/7115766401011550880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/forever-friend.html' title='The Forever Friend'/><author><name>time pass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18422849419181545355</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-542996479834602288.post-6280796154991500495</id><published>2009-12-03T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T06:03:44.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://images.allposters.com/images/owp/t2088.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://images.allposters.com/images/owp/t2088.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot;  ;font-family:&#39;Times New Roman&#39;;font-size:medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;275&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:ms sans serif,arial,Helvetica, SansSerif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#FF6666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:comic sans ms, verdana,arial, helvetica,Arial Narrow;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#FF6666;&quot;&gt;My heart is what it was before,&lt;br /&gt;A house where people come and go&lt;br /&gt;But it is winter with your love,&lt;br /&gt;The sashes are beset with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I light the lamp and lay the cloth,&lt;br /&gt;I blow the coals to blaze again&lt;br /&gt;But it is winter with your love&lt;br /&gt;The frost is thick upon the pane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a winter when it comes&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are listless on the boughs;&lt;br /&gt;I watched your love a little while&lt;br /&gt;And brought my plants into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I water them and turned them south,&lt;br /&gt;I snap the dead brown from the stem&lt;br /&gt;But it is winter with your love,&lt;br /&gt;I only tend and water them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time I stood and watched&lt;br /&gt;The small ill-natured sparrows&#39; fray&lt;br /&gt;I loved the beggar that I fed,&lt;br /&gt;I cared for what he had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood and watched him out of sight;&lt;br /&gt;Today I reach around the door&lt;br /&gt;And set a bowl upon the step&lt;br /&gt;My heart is what it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is winter with your love;&lt;br /&gt;I scatter crumbs upon the sill&lt;br /&gt;And close the window - and the birds&lt;br /&gt;May take or leave them, as they will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana, arial, Helvetica, SansSerif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#FF6666;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6280796154991500495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-heart-is-what-it-was-before-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/6280796154991500495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542996479834602288/posts/default/6280796154991500495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funloverstimepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-heart-is-what-it-was-before-house.html' title=''/><author><name>time pass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18422849419181545355</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-542996479834602288.post-7633062485219177538</id><published>2009-12-03T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:05:22.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z41/starlitshores/mother_child.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z41/starlitshores/mother_child.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 450px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 360px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4e4f80; font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4e4f80; font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4e4f80; font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;Poem&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;Title&quot;&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;color: #101040; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;ByLine&quot; style=&quot;color: #303050; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;by Ericka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;PoemText&quot; style=&quot;color: #101040; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;I lived day by day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Telling myself things will get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;My life I tried to end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&#39;cause life to me seemed hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;A new beginning you gave me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;A second chance at life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Dead ends kept following me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;No matter how hard I tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Every time I tried to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;That unborn picture came to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Seeing you suck your tiny thumb&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;eeing you yawn in my sister&#39;s womb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Made me realize I need to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;I cried in fear, &quot;What should I do?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;That picture came to mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;That picture of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;A new beginning you gave to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Now you are here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;You let me taste the life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;The life I tried so hard to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Now I share my breath with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;And hold dear to the memories we&#39;ve shared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;And will continue sharing in the times ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;I thank you now for giving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;A new beginning - a better life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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