<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 10 Sep 2024 14:46:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>flickrinspired</category><category>poetry</category><category>philosophy</category><category>picstory</category><category>reflection</category><category>thought</category><category>addacomma</category><category>firstperson</category><category>nyc</category><category>personalphoto</category><category>question</category><category>secondperson</category><category>vacation</category><title>Words in Progress</title><description>Snippets, words, poetry, lyrics, thoughts, essays, paragraphs, articles and the like.</description><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-3714316005619293704</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2013 03:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-21T22:37:29.388-05:00</atom:updated><title>Growing Old With Me</title><atom:summary type="text">Is it a sadness then that was meant to be,
or a sadness felt for only this temporary moment
that is too focused on despair?

Will this pass into history
or become a greater part of the story
that is seemingly becoming?

If but for a thought of possibility,
of rest and relief,
of blessing and love,
of fullness and purpose,
the answers might make themselves apparent.

For by tendency or trials
this</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2013/09/growing-old-with-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-1400735549771943687</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2013 03:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-21T22:30:56.398-05:00</atom:updated><title>Mystery of When</title><atom:summary type="text">The fog hangs in the cool night air like a faint reminder
of all that could have been
Had he found himself in time.

The glow of the moon echoes atop the hills
in hope that somehow, someday He will be.

The dampness clings to lungs that want to scream,
but only manage a sigh for the helplessness that weighs on his heart
and steals his breath.

Tonight is but another mystery of when.


</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2013/09/mystery-of-when.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-3817509362429880329</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Sep 2010 03:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-20T22:26:15.312-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>Another Perspective of Paradise</title><atom:summary type="text">Stranded in this paradise,Blinded by miles of white sand,Surrounded by desperate blue skyand stale tropical bounty.Suffering beneath the weight of the golden sun, Drowning in the lush green,Shadowed by the gargantuan palmsand temperate canopy.When will I be free of this perfect desire realized?</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-perspective-of-paradise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com 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Million Questions</title><atom:summary type="text">Time again I seek the solace of silenceattempting to overcomethe crowded avenues of this mind,jammed constantly with the traffic of a million questions.</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/09/traffic-of-million-questions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-2025518575423137038</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2010 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-20T12:28:39.117-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flickrinspired</category><title>Inspired by &quot;Red Boots&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">Red Boots Originally uploaded by Krista LongDrowning in perspectivesSwallowing autumnMy reflection lies among the fallen</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/09/red-boots.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com 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was.</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/09/picture-perfect_19.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4124/5000893936_093e2967e0_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-6661565302389068521</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2010 02:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-19T21:35:24.767-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flickrinspired</category><title>Inspired by &amp;quot;Pittsburgh Tilt Shift&amp;quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">Pittsburgh Tilt Shift Originally uploaded by Write OutsideReal life as miniatureBlurred throughThe lense of our own interpretation</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/09/inspired-by-tilt-shift.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><media:thumbnail 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Originally uploaded by Z!@Angry cloudsContrast beautyAnd cast shadows of past and technology</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/09/downtown-pittsburgh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3299/3296940594_0f595ca5ed_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-4326992019418409550</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2010 01:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-19T21:01:57.392-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>The Quest and Question</title><atom:summary type="text">Among the greatest wisdom of the ages,the quest,the question,the countless searching for an answer,for the confident and unrepentant knowingof when to hold onand when to let go.</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/09/quest-and-question.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-8687340960537387098</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2010 01:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-19T20:44:45.357-05:00</atom:updated><title>Wisdom and Nostalgia</title><atom:summary type="text">It seems I&#39;ve recently fallen fast and curious into an age of my own nostalgia,of life&#39;s fresh firsts,and the promise of endless tomorrows,of brilliant possibilitiesand enigmatic idealism,my heart so often fondly longing...and only the wisdom of experience knowing better brings me back to myself, now.</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/09/wisdom-and-nostalgia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid 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type="text">So much noise and confusion   The traffic of my thoughts rushing   The tragedy of my ego crushingI sometimes fear for my own understanding.Circling concrete cloverleafs rising   I’m lost to direction wandering   Chanced with a life of squanderingI sometimes fear for the gifts I’ve been given.Blurring speed and accidents   The cost of my own being   The truth I haven’t been seeingI sometimes fear </atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/09/traffic-jam-inside-my-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-1236378087936616696</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2010 00:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-19T21:12:53.751-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>This Space I Am</title><atom:summary type="text">I lay humble beneath the majestic canopy of a million starsThe vast darkness blanketing my still and silent form, My smile a mere silhouette in the moonlight that bathes me,My eyes hopelessly lost in the eternal possibility of galaxies beyond my perceptionFeeling the smallness of this space I am.</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-space-i-am.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-4171287511246068005</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2010 00:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-19T19:24:30.896-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>Action in Kind</title><atom:summary type="text">Righteous in justiceFoolish in prayerThe only right is that which you expect with action in kind</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/09/action-in-kind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-237497692925040403</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2010 00:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-19T19:18:17.941-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>The Light that I Knew</title><atom:summary type="text">Unwillingly initiated into the knowingI awoke to the stirrings of my soul longingFire in my chest and ashen feet stumblingDirty tears blurring the darknessFrantically scraping and scratchingTrying to break free the light that I knew was there somewhere</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/09/light-that-i-knew.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-2899469726705115130</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 04:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-20T23:36:48.465-05:00</atom:updated><title>The expert</title><atom:summary type="text">What specific experience makes fast the expert on the subject of a life well lived?</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/01/expert.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-5810641560483138242</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-20T23:31:44.495-05:00</atom:updated><title>The little light</title><atom:summary type="text">The little light of my life&#39;s purpose has been sometimes dimmed by my own constant doing and not human being...</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-light.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-151547869408517329</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 04:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-19T19:53:06.382-05:00</atom:updated><title>The cost</title><atom:summary type="text">If the cost of your behavior does not exceed the account of your personality, you&#39;ll never change.</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/01/cost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-6451161951658225804</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 05:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-05T00:42:29.750-05:00</atom:updated><title>The more</title><atom:summary type="text">The more you own,The more you are owned.</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/01/more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-3257303208728092398</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 05:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-19T21:14:30.087-05:00</atom:updated><title>Live your life in means</title><atom:summary type="text">When you take more than you give, you make yourself a servant to the excess...You cannot quit,You cannot walk away,You cannot be free until your debt has been paid in full....so live your life within your own means or sacrifice the time to make amends.</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/01/live-your-life-in-means.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10590920.post-7858897009898388225</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 00:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-03T19:26:52.719-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reflection</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thought</category><title>To Do Good</title><atom:summary type="text">The only true reason to do good is because...   the only true reason to do good is to do good!</atom:summary><link>http://daryljames.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-do-good.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daryljames)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>