<?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: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-12979859</id><updated>2011-12-13T19:56:32.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not only what you see</title><subtitle type='html'>The poetry and songs of Adam Butram</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-6086404682265642769</id><published>2010-07-31T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T07:23:04.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Avidly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advocating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absinthe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspirations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asterisk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allocations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ailling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abruptly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aborted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-6086404682265642769?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6086404682265642769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=6086404682265642769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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point,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strip this heart to your beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands on the street corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the gas lamps heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands to feel weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel this rythm with her, for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel this in a basement bar on a monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with friends smoked to the filter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-1602312840614850956?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1602312840614850956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=1602312840614850956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/1602312840614850956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/1602312840614850956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2010/07/poor-in-spirit-strong-in-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-1638505200291071696</id><published>2010-07-31T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T07:15:02.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In not so many words say what you mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on these guitar strings, bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sax and bass devouring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throbbing drumline acquiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-1638505200291071696?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1638505200291071696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=1638505200291071696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/1638505200291071696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/1638505200291071696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;for I will rush a million pilgrims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if through their blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-4748008487945570207?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4748008487945570207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=4748008487945570207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/4748008487945570207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/4748008487945570207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-3689107935987592441</id><published>2010-05-08T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:20:54.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veneer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s to new beginnings &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To the friendships that will come&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To those now left by the wayside&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Necessarily disposed, there is no controlling&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Destiny will have its way&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time will continue its unraveling &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Precious life disintegrates&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What time do I really spend with another&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Five minutes before the movie&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Five minutes after, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;one moment of earnest interest&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once every month or so, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;do I live or simply, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Peer into the veneer of this profundity &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Which my brief existence can never touch&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-3689107935987592441?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3689107935987592441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=3689107935987592441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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forth on caged men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-6095267790475226204?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6095267790475226204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=6095267790475226204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/6095267790475226204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/6095267790475226204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2010/03/clouds-on-dismal-thrones-are-seated.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-6805035504699375051</id><published>2010-03-01T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:34:36.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To what do I owe this pleasure&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful, tonight will be a treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some make love to beautify life&lt;br /&gt;Others to prove their beauty&lt;br /&gt;I am the former not the latter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-6805035504699375051?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-2525069167148968048</id><published>2010-03-01T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:22:10.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think on which I see abounding before&lt;br /&gt;me against everything which I believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-2525069167148968048?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2525069167148968048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=2525069167148968048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2525069167148968048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2525069167148968048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-on-which-i-see-abounding-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-6547996757697278685</id><published>2010-03-01T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:14:32.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tragedy in a self pronounced failing&lt;br /&gt;choices abounding afraid of finding stability&lt;br /&gt;natural footing on the available ground&lt;br /&gt;I have not sought and never will&lt;br /&gt;which is easier by far but never will instill&lt;br /&gt;a sense of passion for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too far removed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-6547996757697278685?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6547996757697278685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=6547996757697278685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/6547996757697278685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/6547996757697278685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2010/03/tragedy-in-self-pronounced-failing.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-5727935412218559538</id><published>2010-03-01T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:11:43.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In me, In I, In roads that lead the blind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-5727935412218559538?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-8651166385585559556</id><published>2010-03-01T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:09:16.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This life is my butterfly&lt;br /&gt;It's fragile wings are my dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-8651166385585559556?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8651166385585559556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=8651166385585559556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;symptoms abound&lt;br /&gt;verdicts ring true&lt;br /&gt;from lips unhinged&lt;br /&gt;by the withering proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone, for I am not like you&lt;br /&gt;dead, for I am rotted to the core&lt;br /&gt;like the oak of a cenury or more&lt;br /&gt;dying a lone sentinel at the door&lt;br /&gt;goblin and ghost haunting the moor&lt;br /&gt;till death takes me forevermore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-706262198339210512?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/706262198339210512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=706262198339210512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/706262198339210512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/706262198339210512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-poet-lies-here-in-this-grave.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-7385806560792820971</id><published>2008-02-17T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:19:41.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I could die just a little bit older&lt;br /&gt;Live a little longer, before I grow colder&lt;br /&gt;Light a fire and fan the flames&lt;br /&gt;To change a world, remember this name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could die just a little bit older&lt;br /&gt;In the end will it matter?&lt;br /&gt;No, I’ll simply repeat my passing tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;Just growing older with more sorrows&lt;br /&gt;For if who I am has done nothing&lt;br /&gt;Then who I will be, will do the same&lt;br /&gt;And bring tomorrow, yesterday’s pain&lt;br /&gt;Remember, tomorrow is not the day&lt;br /&gt;Today is day, as if no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;live for this moment with purpose&lt;br /&gt;and no disappointment will follow&lt;br /&gt;to bite at the heels&lt;br /&gt;nip at flesh till it rips, peels away&lt;br /&gt;leaving a barren, bleached skeleton&lt;br /&gt;to face this fading sunset of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is such a wonder&lt;br /&gt;A waste for some&lt;br /&gt;As they aimlessly ponder&lt;br /&gt;Am I such as those who daily think&lt;br /&gt;And think, and think, staring at&lt;br /&gt;the well of life, never bothering to drink&lt;br /&gt;it seems so to me, for I daily sit and think&lt;br /&gt;of missed opportunities of past dreams&lt;br /&gt;that sat then on the edge, now on the brink&lt;br /&gt;of the toilet bowl that I make of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time is if anything changing&lt;br /&gt;Thus life which runs by time is changing&lt;br /&gt;And so I change and shift&lt;br /&gt;Slide from time to place to time again&lt;br /&gt;Dream and die and dream again&lt;br /&gt;Live to love and live to kill&lt;br /&gt;All in the same nightmare&lt;br /&gt;But there’s always a way out&lt;br /&gt;For those who are motivated&lt;br /&gt;But not always devout&lt;br /&gt;There’s hope for me&lt;br /&gt;If I but shake my doubt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-7385806560792820971?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-4928109160194704048</id><published>2008-02-02T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T04:42:02.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are no worlds,&lt;br /&gt;That will not drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;No thoughts, that fail to blow my mind;&lt;br /&gt;For though conscious, I’m barely breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Though living, I feel as if,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin faster and pull me into reason.&lt;br /&gt;Slow down so I can understand.&lt;br /&gt;There are no answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;There is no one to hold my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes some go bolder outward,&lt;br /&gt;And closes others deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;What makes some explore their fantasies,&lt;br /&gt;And drives others to Everest’s heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on for I hold no answer&lt;br /&gt;To why the world spins so slow&lt;br /&gt;Sink down into your only disguises&lt;br /&gt;Or learn to live within the show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-4928109160194704048?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4928109160194704048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=4928109160194704048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/4928109160194704048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/4928109160194704048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-are-no-worlds-that-will-not-drive.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-2346664999518191563</id><published>2008-02-02T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T04:40:33.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some find reasons to live&lt;br /&gt;Others reasons to die&lt;br /&gt;I found both in my short time&lt;br /&gt;Choosing between the two&lt;br /&gt;Is not a decision of mine&lt;br /&gt;I’m in no hurry to get things done&lt;br /&gt;World keeps rushing, rushing&lt;br /&gt;Till everyone’s dead and no one’s won&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-2346664999518191563?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2346664999518191563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=2346664999518191563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2346664999518191563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2346664999518191563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-find-reasons-to-live-others.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-5546190697147894036</id><published>2007-11-06T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T01:53:56.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is Going To Get Sick of Me (Aberdeen City)</title><content type='html'>Caught, caught in the way&lt;br /&gt;In the way of a bus&lt;br /&gt;The lease is up. The lease is up.&lt;br /&gt;They break our legs to prove a point&lt;br /&gt;The lease is up. The lease is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bible in one hand, he makes decisions&lt;br /&gt;The lease is up&lt;br /&gt;Ordered his gun and its done and its done and done&lt;br /&gt;An Hysteric at the top&lt;br /&gt;Saying everything is safe&lt;br /&gt;Ordered his gun and its done and its done&lt;br /&gt;Ordered his gun and its done and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Going to get sick of me&lt;br /&gt;And the accident&lt;br /&gt;That takes the beat from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Will look like it was my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend one more day backed into a corner&lt;br /&gt;The lease is up, the lease is up&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to lose support gets stronger&lt;br /&gt;Each time something frightens them&lt;br /&gt;You'll set it rightI know I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Going to get sick of me&lt;br /&gt;And the accident&lt;br /&gt;That takes the beat from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Will look like his&lt;br /&gt;You said I get it, i get it, i get it alright&lt;br /&gt;And that nothing can be taken and that nothing can be taken from me&lt;br /&gt;After I've stopped waiting for an ambulance to come and get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Going to get sick of me&lt;br /&gt;And the accident&lt;br /&gt;That takes the beat from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Will look like it was my fault&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-5546190697147894036?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5546190697147894036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=5546190697147894036' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/5546190697147894036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/5546190697147894036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-is-going-to-get-sick-of-me-aberdeen.html' title='God Is Going To Get Sick of Me (Aberdeen City)'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-4999975533641984649</id><published>2007-11-06T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T01:47:01.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LGFUAD (Motion City Soundtrack)</title><content type='html'>Let's get fucked up and die.&lt;br /&gt;I'm speaking figuratively, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Like the last time that I committed suicide,Social suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I'm already dead, on the inside,But I can still pretend.&lt;br /&gt;With my memories and photographs,I've learned to love the lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Let me in,Let me in to the club.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna belong,&lt;br /&gt;And I need to get strong.&lt;br /&gt;And if memory serves.&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to words and they're useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********(In this department)**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get fucked up and die.&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie.&lt;br /&gt;And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode,I'm about to explode.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mess, I'm a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;I am perfect and I have learned to accept:&lt;br /&gt;All my problems and short comings,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am so visceral yet deeply inept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for being a part of my Forget-Me-Nots and Marigolds,&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that don't get old.&lt;br /&gt;Is it legal to do this?&lt;br /&gt;I surely don't know.&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way I have learned to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;Through other peoples' descriptions of life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********(In this department)************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get fucked up and die.&lt;br /&gt;For the last time with feeling,We'll try not to smile.&lt;br /&gt;As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the night,&lt;br /&gt;That’s no shock and surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I can&lt;br /&gt;overcome this and beat everything in the end.&lt;br /&gt;But I choose to abuse for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Soldier you’ve been such a positive influence on my mental frame.&lt;br /&gt;If I could ever repay you I would but I'm hard up for cash,&lt;br /&gt;And my memory lacks initiative.&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn the liquor store's closed.&lt;br /&gt;We're so close to scoring.It hurts, it destroys, 'till it kills.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired and hungry and totally useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********(In this department)***********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-4999975533641984649?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4999975533641984649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=4999975533641984649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/4999975533641984649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/4999975533641984649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/11/lgfuad-motion-city-soundtrack.html' title='LGFUAD (Motion City Soundtrack)'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-5807705671149569205</id><published>2007-11-05T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T01:43:02.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to die slowly</title><content type='html'>boredom's scathing&lt;br /&gt;while the heart&lt;br /&gt;remains beating&lt;br /&gt;an ulcer my stomach&lt;br /&gt;begins eating&lt;br /&gt;tormented tormoil&lt;br /&gt;that I do not deserve&lt;br /&gt;wishing in this moment&lt;br /&gt;to see beyond the earth's curve&lt;br /&gt;maybe there is peace in some new land&lt;br /&gt;where new faces surround and abound&lt;br /&gt;lost I might be, but lost in silence no pain&lt;br /&gt;no anger to disturb and arraign&lt;br /&gt;the subtleties which I prize above all&lt;br /&gt;whispers in the wind that always call&lt;br /&gt;saying there is a lake crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;that if you only keep swimming&lt;br /&gt;all numbness, hatred and pain disappear&lt;br /&gt;here in the pit of humanity I remain&lt;br /&gt;for only as long as this life appears gain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-5807705671149569205?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5807705671149569205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=5807705671149569205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/5807705671149569205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/5807705671149569205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-die-slowly.html' title='to die slowly'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-3719977439891476153</id><published>2007-07-16T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:31:05.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>divide and conquer&lt;br /&gt;dividing my mind&lt;br /&gt;to destroy&lt;br /&gt;the monsters&lt;br /&gt;that persistently persist&lt;br /&gt;to abide without purpose in my mind&lt;br /&gt;i wish that they could discern a reason&lt;br /&gt;and in haunting me become good or evil&lt;br /&gt;for I am simply a soul to cling on&lt;br /&gt;i despis these monsters of mine&lt;br /&gt;for leaving me in limbo simply surviving on food and wine&lt;br /&gt;simply surviving, no purpose in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;so to all those whose demons drive them to defy&lt;br /&gt;gravity and the law of life&lt;br /&gt;be pleased that you have rythm and rhyme&lt;br /&gt;for my monters are unable to define or even begin to find&lt;br /&gt;the answer to the question why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-3719977439891476153?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-5091850066846473740</id><published>2007-07-16T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:19:38.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's a strange quality&lt;br /&gt;in the deep blue, the silence adds an eerie hue&lt;br /&gt;to the depths of the ocean's blue&lt;br /&gt;chilling is the clarity&lt;br /&gt;where dazzling wonders reside&lt;br /&gt;peaceful but deadly the ocean waves lap the shoreline&lt;br /&gt;the silence soflty pondering what secrets lie beneath&lt;br /&gt;it's unbroken, yet ever breaking surface&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-5091850066846473740?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-6010305167855931853</id><published>2007-07-16T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:16:27.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am the antecedant&lt;br /&gt;of the busy worder ant&lt;br /&gt;who climbs the bark of an oak tree&lt;br /&gt;up and up for fifty feet&lt;br /&gt;and tirelessly travels down&lt;br /&gt;continuing on it's destined way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-6010305167855931853?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6010305167855931853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>if it must begin let it begin as such&lt;br /&gt;on the corner of waverly drive&lt;br /&gt;with a soft rain falling on your cheek&lt;br /&gt;wet kisses and slowdances on the wet grass beneath&lt;br /&gt;finding a quiet, beautiful moment that we both seek&lt;br /&gt;sought after but elusive, remains this chemistry&lt;br /&gt;that we mixed quite quickly, swiftly bonding&lt;br /&gt;through the look in your eyes to my heart&lt;br /&gt;my heart grasping your soul&lt;br /&gt;with no desire to let go&lt;br /&gt;so hold tightly under this blanket of rain&lt;br /&gt;release all your sorrows, this night will swallow your pain&lt;br /&gt;leaving us with only a newfound peace to gain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-4111174075506383857?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-2988616303514865067</id><published>2007-05-22T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:58:01.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>straight from the hip&lt;br /&gt;to drip from your lips&lt;br /&gt;so sweet the bang&lt;br /&gt;so deep the pain&lt;br /&gt;when you've squeezed&lt;br /&gt;the trigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, so long forgotten innocence&lt;br /&gt;they say I'm deserving of&lt;br /&gt;higher destinies then penance&lt;br /&gt;thought penance is all I desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black hearts that dance to&lt;br /&gt;a dark and pounding sound&lt;br /&gt;shaking the heartbeats into&lt;br /&gt;a disturbed oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend for me oh friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;cross no rivers to save me&lt;br /&gt;cry no tears to dissuade me&lt;br /&gt;for the nightfall falls on me with a vengeance&lt;br /&gt;and now I must begin forever my penance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-2988616303514865067?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2988616303514865067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=2988616303514865067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2988616303514865067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2988616303514865067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/05/straight-from-hip-to-drip-from-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-2649852844102250216</id><published>2007-05-04T23:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T23:29:35.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you have forward vision&lt;br /&gt;Then I’m the rearview mirror&lt;br /&gt;You never use, that’s why&lt;br /&gt;Your imperfections couldn’t be clearer&lt;br /&gt;If God listed them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your vision&lt;br /&gt;I am only your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up and tied&lt;br /&gt;With a shiny red bow&lt;br /&gt;Oh I think you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That your paranoia only draws&lt;br /&gt;You back to me, can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;The empty closet, empty locket&lt;br /&gt;Where your clothes and face used to be&lt;br /&gt;So I’ve drawn the line&lt;br /&gt;You sit and pine behind it&lt;br /&gt;Missing the feelings in&lt;br /&gt;the summer of love photographs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I am no poet&lt;br /&gt;no stage do I command&lt;br /&gt;I have a simple quest in life&lt;br /&gt;To die a shameless man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, I’ll dance alone to daybreak&lt;br /&gt;And run with the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;I’ll lie awake till daybreak&lt;br /&gt;Wishing this wasn’t how it’s done&lt;br /&gt;This is how love’s done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-2649852844102250216?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2649852844102250216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=2649852844102250216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2649852844102250216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2649852844102250216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-you-have-forward-vision-then-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-8842883930289560318</id><published>2007-05-03T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T20:59:08.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder if…&lt;br /&gt;I would cry no&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;When my veins were emptied on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if…&lt;br /&gt;The blackness fading in&lt;br /&gt;Would make me wish for life again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if…&lt;br /&gt;Half way down&lt;br /&gt;From the bridge’s edge I’d scream&lt;br /&gt;And wish that it was all a horible dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, just that weak&lt;br /&gt;But still so lonely…&lt;br /&gt;only because I choose&lt;br /&gt;To be an only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too weak to die&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to live, unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;Petrified by this aching in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That despite my efforts will never subside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had arms to hold me&lt;br /&gt;Could I go forth boldly?&lt;br /&gt;Do I deserve anything true&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I deserve you&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t have you, is the irony&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t deserve to have to suffer with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-8842883930289560318?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8842883930289560318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=8842883930289560318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/8842883930289560318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/8842883930289560318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wonder-if-i-would-cry-no-at-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-5192347046338194699</id><published>2007-04-17T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:38:45.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Young I was&lt;br /&gt;As we all once were&lt;br /&gt;Older I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;Although young I remain&lt;br /&gt;I’ve traveled so far&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like the same plane&lt;br /&gt;That face I see isn’t mine&lt;br /&gt;Recognized on the outside&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t see to the inside&lt;br /&gt;Past green eyes that dissuade&lt;br /&gt;Like a winter hailstorm&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me from venturing further&lt;br /&gt;Take a picture and look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;As a child, as a boy, an almost man&lt;br /&gt;Peer into those eyes and ponder&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who lives behind them&lt;br /&gt;In your body, do you know him&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure I know him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-5192347046338194699?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5192347046338194699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=5192347046338194699' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/5192347046338194699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/5192347046338194699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/04/young-i-was-as-we-all-once-were-older.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-1840100413385168810</id><published>2007-04-05T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:24:34.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder</title><content type='html'>can this moon be full forever&lt;br /&gt;you know I wish it would&lt;br /&gt;then we could lay like this forever&lt;br /&gt;the way we both know we should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your eyes locked in mine&lt;br /&gt;your hands caresses&lt;br /&gt;send tingles down my spine&lt;br /&gt;hands and bodies entwined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see right to your soul&lt;br /&gt;through those pretty eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see that you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I say that you're beatiful inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, can you see my soul&lt;br /&gt;right behind these eyes&lt;br /&gt;do you think I'm beautiful too&lt;br /&gt;to you, to you&lt;br /&gt;you're the one I want&lt;br /&gt; to be beautiful to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can this moon be full forever&lt;br /&gt;and this starlit darkness never fade&lt;br /&gt;to grey, pale pink, then flaming orange&lt;br /&gt;as the night sky gives way to day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your eyes locked in mine&lt;br /&gt;the world stops spinning side to side&lt;br /&gt;this is what I searched to find&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, you're beautiful inside&lt;br /&gt;your smile says I'm beautiful too&lt;br /&gt;to you, to you&lt;br /&gt;you're the only one I want&lt;br /&gt;to be beautiful to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-1840100413385168810?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1840100413385168810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=1840100413385168810' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/1840100413385168810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/1840100413385168810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-2811991722795580222</id><published>2007-04-02T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T18:31:26.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe Me</title><content type='html'>It's enough, I'll change&lt;br /&gt;for what I want is what&lt;br /&gt;lies beyond my grasp&lt;br /&gt;and my desires have flown&lt;br /&gt;out of my hand like chaff&lt;br /&gt;in the wind, a summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;blowing, blowing through&lt;br /&gt;my skin, down to the bone&lt;br /&gt;like a knife sharp from the stone&lt;br /&gt;skinning away my flesh&lt;br /&gt;leaving all of my agony exposed&lt;br /&gt;I miss you too much&lt;br /&gt;this you already know&lt;br /&gt;even though I suppose&lt;br /&gt;with time you'll grow cold&lt;br /&gt;for me and warm to another&lt;br /&gt;with time's passing I to&lt;br /&gt;will be able to discover&lt;br /&gt;love without your smile&lt;br /&gt;so I will go on and survive&lt;br /&gt;learn to live beyond my lie&lt;br /&gt;but you, you go on my darling&lt;br /&gt;please go on knowing I've changed&lt;br /&gt;you were the change in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-2811991722795580222?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2811991722795580222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=2811991722795580222' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2811991722795580222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2811991722795580222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/04/believe-me.html' title='Believe Me'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-6630295757687552550</id><published>2007-03-28T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:12:58.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Collide</title><content type='html'>where is there room to doubt&lt;br /&gt;when in purity of heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;two bodies collide, separate, fragment&lt;br /&gt;then in each other become whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a mind knows it's equal&lt;br /&gt;and a soul discerns it's twin&lt;br /&gt;the eyes seek a well of understanding&lt;br /&gt;the hands forge a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clasped together or simply resting&lt;br /&gt;his hand on her leg, her hand&lt;br /&gt;on his hand softly, simply resting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the abscence of phrases&lt;br /&gt;the abscence of sound&lt;br /&gt;when two know each other&lt;br /&gt;their essences fully surround&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A comfort in knowing she knows&lt;br /&gt;all that is within me all that I hold&lt;br /&gt;A comfort in knowing that I know&lt;br /&gt;all that is within her all that she holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strength that is born&lt;br /&gt;of the intimacy of the hearts&lt;br /&gt;that empowers a man&lt;br /&gt;to run to where the horizon starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is there room to doubt&lt;br /&gt;when in purity of heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;two bodies collide, separate, fragment&lt;br /&gt;then in each other become whole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-6630295757687552550?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6630295757687552550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=6630295757687552550' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/6630295757687552550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/6630295757687552550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/03/collide.html' title='Collide'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-690079672978443054</id><published>2007-03-22T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:39:11.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this I recovered from the archives</title><content type='html'>you dream of life&lt;br /&gt;I will dream of death&lt;br /&gt;the deepening cleft&lt;br /&gt;on the surface of my heart&lt;br /&gt;from which I was bereft&lt;br /&gt;of love and filled with hate&lt;br /&gt;a hate which i have yet to escape&lt;br /&gt;dream, I dare not, ignore I do&lt;br /&gt;the past for I wish to destroy&lt;br /&gt;any evidence of the truth&lt;br /&gt;that what I had was real&lt;br /&gt;or was it all a dream,&lt;br /&gt;wonderful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to walk in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;relax in a chair above all cares&lt;br /&gt;above the green grass below&lt;br /&gt;watching this small world spin so slow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-690079672978443054?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/690079672978443054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=690079672978443054' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/690079672978443054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/690079672978443054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-i-recovered-from-archives.html' title='this I recovered from the archives'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-1976487636764236087</id><published>2007-03-18T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:50:10.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's in the mountains of above&lt;br /&gt;where we went to look for love&lt;br /&gt;the steeples climbing high&lt;br /&gt;jagged cliffs from which to fly&lt;br /&gt;a forest of green lining a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;the storm clouds chasing in above it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you in your white dress&lt;br /&gt;I in my blue jeans&lt;br /&gt;oh I remember you were laughing&lt;br /&gt;I knew that this was it&lt;br /&gt;oh I remember you were laughing&lt;br /&gt;at the raindrops falling, on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we ran lept from the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;off the end of the world in each others arms&lt;br /&gt;shooting across the sky like a comet&lt;br /&gt;past every planet, pluto you're still a planet&lt;br /&gt;if you take this hand&lt;br /&gt; and swing us around&lt;br /&gt;back to earth where we will land&lt;br /&gt;in the soft grass, the air carrying&lt;br /&gt;the scent of rain to our bodies&lt;br /&gt;and you were smiling, you were smiling&lt;br /&gt;a smile that caught me by surprise &lt;br /&gt;for it was then I realized&lt;br /&gt;that your smile was handcrafted for my eyes&lt;br /&gt;that these two lives were formed to coincide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-1976487636764236087?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-1216931681709619555</id><published>2007-03-18T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:31:36.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is it?</title><content type='html'>it's not the dance&lt;br /&gt;but the feeling right before it&lt;br /&gt;the tingling in the skin&lt;br /&gt;right before the waltz begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not quite love&lt;br /&gt;but the sensation in the air&lt;br /&gt;as your hearts gates opening&lt;br /&gt;show each a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not your smile&lt;br /&gt;but your eyes right before it&lt;br /&gt;as they begin laughing&lt;br /&gt;before your laugter's singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not your beauty&lt;br /&gt;but you sweep these feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;it is that you make this troubled boy a man&lt;br /&gt;and you make this man a boy with a wave of your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that I miss you&lt;br /&gt;but that you're not here to hold&lt;br /&gt;when my outline on the wall&lt;br /&gt;becomes faded and I feel less than tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is that I love you&lt;br /&gt;for all that is in you&lt;br /&gt;for the strength the weakness&lt;br /&gt;the depression your sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when troubles surround you&lt;br /&gt;i wish to be there&lt;br /&gt;as your shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;i will always care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for no man can harm you&lt;br /&gt;or change what God's done&lt;br /&gt;his perfection is what I'm in love with&lt;br /&gt;you are the diamond still unsung&lt;br /&gt;but only to those who look without eyes&lt;br /&gt;for those who can see, fall in love with your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-1216931681709619555?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1216931681709619555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=1216931681709619555' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/1216931681709619555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/1216931681709619555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-it.html' title='what is it?'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-3678076794828052772</id><published>2007-03-16T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:48:54.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we can make it out tonight&lt;br /&gt;everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;just take my hand and walk&lt;br /&gt;under this cloudy skied moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have tears that need to fall&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can catch them all&lt;br /&gt;all I want is to hold you&lt;br /&gt;in the dark times&lt;br /&gt;when light is fading&lt;br /&gt;on happier times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can make it out tonight&lt;br /&gt;everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;just take my hand and walk&lt;br /&gt;under this cloudy skied moonlight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-3678076794828052772?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3678076794828052772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=3678076794828052772' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/3678076794828052772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/3678076794828052772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-can-make-it-out-tonight-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-2131331643778839105</id><published>2007-03-06T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:40:42.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it the object, the objective&lt;br /&gt;or simply objectively failing&lt;br /&gt;from your viewpoint,&lt;br /&gt;that is intestinally terrifying&lt;br /&gt;to the point of freezing&lt;br /&gt;this heart made of stone.&lt;br /&gt;to the point of squeezing&lt;br /&gt;blue blood from these veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to fail or failing to try&lt;br /&gt;in this forest of clearings&lt;br /&gt;where I perceive only trees.&lt;br /&gt;isn't the answer but merely&lt;br /&gt;the idea of chasing falling leaves&lt;br /&gt;until they have all reached the ground&lt;br /&gt;and two years has passed into sound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-2131331643778839105?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2131331643778839105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=2131331643778839105' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2131331643778839105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2131331643778839105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-it-object-objective-or-simply.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-8924073554759420856</id><published>2007-02-27T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:59:54.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>speech class</title><content type='html'>shaking hands, quavering voice&lt;br /&gt;thirty pairs of eyes piercing, staring&lt;br /&gt;trembling legs, knees at the lock&lt;br /&gt;vision blurred, glances quick, darting&lt;br /&gt;from person to person, floor to ceiling&lt;br /&gt;no time now to pause time for healing&lt;br /&gt;pride on display, even if you're humble&lt;br /&gt;all ears straining for a single fumble&lt;br /&gt;of a sentence, a word, mispronounciation&lt;br /&gt;the key to falling into failures many variations&lt;br /&gt;cheeks red, throat flushed&lt;br /&gt;sweat forming on forehead, dripping from eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;the fear has consummated it's hold on you now&lt;br /&gt;and will not relinquish it's grasp&lt;br /&gt;as gasping, making another pass&lt;br /&gt;at point number two on an outline of three&lt;br /&gt;one minute three seconds into a four to six minute eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-8924073554759420856?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8924073554759420856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=8924073554759420856' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/8924073554759420856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/8924073554759420856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/02/speech-class.html' title='speech class'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-4867620518604365558</id><published>2007-02-27T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:51:07.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chasing down and down&lt;br /&gt;spinning circles into the ground&lt;br /&gt;fall away the darkness sways&lt;br /&gt;and discipline abounds in nothing&lt;br /&gt;nothing ever surfaces at all&lt;br /&gt;directionally challenged&lt;br /&gt;hopes remain unbalanced&lt;br /&gt;in the evening's fall, sunset dying&lt;br /&gt;as chasing we become the difference&lt;br /&gt;wait, now wait for all to find out&lt;br /&gt;following your fading vapor underground&lt;br /&gt;chasing down and down&lt;br /&gt;spinning circles into the ground&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-4867620518604365558?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4867620518604365558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=4867620518604365558' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/4867620518604365558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/4867620518604365558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/02/chasing-down-and-down-spinning-circles.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-5306108820865633854</id><published>2007-02-21T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T15:07:30.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best sentence ever..</title><content type='html'>"Infinite mortality in the host of humanity is the pre-ordered zenith solidly establishing our incompleteness."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-5306108820865633854?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5306108820865633854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=5306108820865633854' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/5306108820865633854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/5306108820865633854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/02/best-sentence-ever.html' title='the best sentence ever..'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-6391255635773261991</id><published>2007-02-18T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T23:13:08.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Alone</title><content type='html'>Stand alone&lt;br /&gt;Create the spine&lt;br /&gt;For others to cling to&lt;br /&gt;Forsake the supine&lt;br /&gt;Replacing defeat with victory&lt;br /&gt;And in victory find true defeat&lt;br /&gt;At the foot of a bloody cross, at His feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand alone&lt;br /&gt;Be the man, that all those others&lt;br /&gt;Say you can, amidst the turmoil&lt;br /&gt;Rise and stand, learn to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;And learn to be right, when to prepare&lt;br /&gt;and when to fight, learn to accept this dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand, Stand alone&lt;br /&gt;Be the hero&lt;br /&gt;In a story that’s your own&lt;br /&gt;There’s a world in need&lt;br /&gt;And a willing heart’s the key&lt;br /&gt;The first stanza was original&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m just cliché&lt;br /&gt;But remember to thank Him&lt;br /&gt;For this new today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-6391255635773261991?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6391255635773261991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=6391255635773261991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/6391255635773261991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/6391255635773261991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/02/stand-alone.html' title='Stand Alone'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-8593508156317420989</id><published>2007-02-18T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:50:29.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>insomniac (the world of broken dreams)</title><content type='html'>I can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;It must be my demons&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away&lt;br /&gt;But I know they’ll stay&lt;br /&gt;With me stride for stride&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think&lt;br /&gt;Clarity has since passed&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid of trying&lt;br /&gt;so I stay up all night denying&lt;br /&gt;that I am a little boy, crying&lt;br /&gt;hiding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here I am&lt;br /&gt;a demon ridden apocalypse&lt;br /&gt;with no brimstone no fire&lt;br /&gt;and why because I have no desire&lt;br /&gt;to be anything, or anyone&lt;br /&gt;who am I, I don’t even care&lt;br /&gt;this life is like grasping for the air&lt;br /&gt;pursuing never finding&lt;br /&gt;or never even trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so who am I&lt;br /&gt;why am I&lt;br /&gt;why do you care&lt;br /&gt;I’m just the air&lt;br /&gt;Blowing for another sixty years&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully crying over already spilt tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase me now&lt;br /&gt;I’ll dance with you&lt;br /&gt;Like a leaf in the wind&lt;br /&gt;The pageantry of fall&lt;br /&gt;I will be awake tonight&lt;br /&gt;The insomniac arises&lt;br /&gt;I will feel the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Behind these disguises&lt;br /&gt;And stay awake to emptily rise&lt;br /&gt;Not enough sleep for the insane&lt;br /&gt;No surprise, I’m not sane&lt;br /&gt;Not tomorrow not today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-8593508156317420989?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8593508156317420989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=8593508156317420989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/8593508156317420989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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go down, on this side&lt;br /&gt;Of a lonely one street town, when the lights&lt;br /&gt;Go down, I cannot sleep for thoughts abound&lt;br /&gt;Of my pretty little Emily, she was only sixteen&lt;br /&gt;Of my lovely wife Elena, no I never quite could tame her&lt;br /&gt;Oh the songs I cannot play, from the first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Or the matrimony day, seems like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the lights go down, I realize&lt;br /&gt;There are no lights for me, tears fall from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I lost my world in November&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my heart in December&lt;br /&gt;And now this lonely house, is all&lt;br /&gt;I have left of my home, this is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll write a song, I’ll write a sonnet&lt;br /&gt;Search for my heart and chance upon it&lt;br /&gt;In a wishing well, where the hopeful tell&lt;br /&gt;That for a penny your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;But there’s my heart at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Buried up to the top in copper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here’s a penny why not try&lt;br /&gt;To change a fortune, change a life&lt;br /&gt;Speculations all aside, if for a penny&lt;br /&gt;I can be alive, just so they know&lt;br /&gt;That they live on in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-2981404405400826084?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2981404405400826084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=2981404405400826084' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2981404405400826084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2981404405400826084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/02/cold-for-late-september.html' title='cold for late september'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-8806847763662913904</id><published>2007-02-13T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:30:52.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Bliss</title><content type='html'>Can you feel that&lt;br /&gt;The salt breeze&lt;br /&gt;Blowing through your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear that&lt;br /&gt;The soft splash&lt;br /&gt;As the waves lap at our feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;A quiet calm in your smile&lt;br /&gt;As your bright eyes look up&lt;br /&gt;To embrace the rocky coastline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there’s a heaven&lt;br /&gt;I pray it’s just like this&lt;br /&gt;And if there are angels&lt;br /&gt;Then I know one is missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my angel in this heaven&lt;br /&gt;Soft sand as our bed&lt;br /&gt;In this moonlight, this bright night&lt;br /&gt;I can’t ask for more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me&lt;br /&gt;The soft whisper&lt;br /&gt;As I speak your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me&lt;br /&gt;The heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;That’s bursting out of my veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;And I am not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of this angel right before me&lt;br /&gt;In the moon’s sultry embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there’s a heaven&lt;br /&gt;I pray it’s just like this&lt;br /&gt;And if there are angels&lt;br /&gt;Then I know that one is missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my angel in this heaven&lt;br /&gt;Soft sand as our bed&lt;br /&gt;In this moonlight, this bright night&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wish for more than this&lt;br /&gt;This is bliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-8806847763662913904?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8806847763662913904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=8806847763662913904' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/8806847763662913904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/8806847763662913904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-bliss_13.html' title='This is Bliss'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-6174798199417116302</id><published>2007-01-30T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T17:51:57.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a shakedown&lt;br /&gt;go hide your secrets&lt;br /&gt;clean out your closet&lt;br /&gt;before I find your defects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a breakdown&lt;br /&gt;you're my blownout tire&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of this ice storm&lt;br /&gt;that stole our desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna break out&lt;br /&gt;go chase that sunrise&lt;br /&gt;all through the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;till the sun's in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you see it&lt;br /&gt;the hole in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;right through my chest&lt;br /&gt;the restlessness that&lt;br /&gt;hasn't died yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shake your legs now&lt;br /&gt;run for your life now&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna chase you down&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna shake you down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-6174798199417116302?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6174798199417116302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=6174798199417116302' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/6174798199417116302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/6174798199417116302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-shakedown-go-hide-your-secrets.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-4203889822074588659</id><published>2007-01-29T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T08:49:18.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, what are you waiting on my love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;are you waiting on God to send you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a white knight, on wings from above?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, what do your dreams lead you to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a white mansion on a hilltop, you white knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;galloping up the hillside on his white steed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to sweep you off your feet making your heart fill with joy and leap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;together forever entwined in a meadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;full of daisies, protected on all sides by tall, strong oak trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I ask, what are you waiting on my love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;for I am not a white knight on a white steed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;with a mansion and future as bright as these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I have a dream for us in this quiet seaside town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;where we can raise some children, after a few years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when we've seen it all and are ready to settle down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, is this what you are dreaming of my love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a man who'll never leave your side, ready for the test of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;all I really want to know is will you be mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;for forever, we'll be together entwined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know I may not be everything in your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but you are the only thing I see in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-4203889822074588659?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4203889822074588659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=4203889822074588659' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/4203889822074588659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/4203889822074588659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-what-are-you-waiting-on-my-love-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-2992668409628764480</id><published>2007-01-29T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:22:29.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything cold, dark, and bland</title><content type='html'>Everything cold, dark and bland&lt;br /&gt;About this world is what keeps me here&lt;br /&gt;For everything else is so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes my soul begins to fly&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this body to wherever this beauty is&lt;br /&gt;It’s only the little things that bring me back&lt;br /&gt;When I become cold, and it grows dark&lt;br /&gt;When the lights go out in the park&lt;br /&gt;On this wintry evening&lt;br /&gt;All alone yet so fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could feel this&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the wind whisper&lt;br /&gt;The snow laugh as it dances&lt;br /&gt;The grass gossip about the tree&lt;br /&gt;That sings in the midday sun&lt;br /&gt;Everything cold, dark and bland&lt;br /&gt;Is what keeps me here&lt;br /&gt;And when I no longer feel these&lt;br /&gt;I’ll fly away, like a paper bag in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Tossed with the leaves, dancing with me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can see what I mean&lt;br /&gt; if you dance with me&lt;br /&gt;dance with me in the wind&lt;br /&gt;on a hilltop overlooking the valley of life&lt;br /&gt;flee to the mountaintops that oversee&lt;br /&gt;leap from them fearless&lt;br /&gt;then you'll understand what I mean&lt;br /&gt;for it is all so beautiful, yet so cold, dark, and bland&lt;br /&gt;if it wasn't for the cold, dark, and bland&lt;br /&gt;this beauty would levitate me&lt;br /&gt;I pray I never forget to see&lt;br /&gt;this beauty that encircling binds us yet frees&lt;br /&gt;in perfection lifts and in imperfection ties us down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-2992668409628764480?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2992668409628764480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=2992668409628764480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2992668409628764480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2992668409628764480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/01/everything-cold-dark-and-bland.html' title='Everything cold, dark, and bland'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-2627350766037789894</id><published>2007-01-29T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:18:13.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>doors of consequences</title><content type='html'>Gracefully inhibited by time&lt;br /&gt;Constrained solely by a mind&lt;br /&gt;Lacking the will to undermine&lt;br /&gt;The walls that line this hallway&lt;br /&gt;To the entrance of my sepulcher&lt;br /&gt;Graveyard in the making&lt;br /&gt;These bones are for breaking&lt;br /&gt;This body for the taking&lt;br /&gt;These eyes to watch the shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point a finger at him at her&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all the same to her&lt;br /&gt;All the same to him and I chose&lt;br /&gt;This hell to live, these doors to close&lt;br /&gt;Behind me as I run&lt;br /&gt;Away from you away from him&lt;br /&gt;Away from this dim vague perception&lt;br /&gt;Of the pending, converging reciprocation&lt;br /&gt;God will judge before I die&lt;br /&gt;And when I fail, I’ll fail to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body, your body now&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I have someway, somehow&lt;br /&gt;Beauty, I see it easily, I see you’re beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And it’s killing me, taking all that I believe&lt;br /&gt;I am what I was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;A machine, beautiful but heartless&lt;br /&gt;Intricate, yet brutally purposeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the leaves fall&lt;br /&gt;The winter winds bringing snow&lt;br /&gt;The soft wind’s call&lt;br /&gt;This is the beauty I know&lt;br /&gt;The warm glow of a midsummer’s sunset&lt;br /&gt;In amber painted on the wall of my world&lt;br /&gt;The stream that leaps to life in spring&lt;br /&gt;Freezing to death in the silent winter&lt;br /&gt;A mighty tree crashing down&lt;br /&gt;Impressing upon me a giant going down in splinters&lt;br /&gt;Goliath of these woods the oak falls&lt;br /&gt;And in it’s whining as it cracks&lt;br /&gt;The trunk breaks, answering beauty’s call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a warm white beach&lt;br /&gt;Blue, white foam encrusted, waves&lt;br /&gt;Crashing down on my castles in the sand&lt;br /&gt;The warm saltwater, from my hand the white sand saves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a hammock to lie down&lt;br /&gt;And forget&lt;br /&gt;Give a clear blue sky and white clouds&lt;br /&gt;To shake regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait some say for your dreams my child&lt;br /&gt;And so we wait till we’ve forgotten them&lt;br /&gt;Four walls close us in, mistake upon mistake&lt;br /&gt;Deadbolt the doors and windows, life our life takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give I pray, my nineteen years back again&lt;br /&gt;Five but five and I’ll change&lt;br /&gt;Give but one so I can dissuade my soul from leaving&lt;br /&gt;This world’s deranged plane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-2627350766037789894?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2627350766037789894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=2627350766037789894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2627350766037789894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/2627350766037789894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/01/doors-of-consequences.html' title='doors of consequences'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-116899346137221089</id><published>2007-01-16T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:24:21.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got an evening I'll share&lt;br /&gt;if you have a sunset to spare&lt;br /&gt;just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;to break the loneliness&lt;br /&gt;no, I don't mind if you smile&lt;br /&gt;I might even say it's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;you're beautifully elegant&lt;br /&gt;in a blazing july sunset&lt;br /&gt;this is my evening to spare&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the sunset we've shared&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the night and darkness&lt;br /&gt;yes it's mystical and you, you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;in the cold warmth of the silver moon&lt;br /&gt;as it plays on your cheeks rests on your lips&lt;br /&gt;I have a night to share till morning&lt;br /&gt;I have a forever to share&lt;br /&gt;if you have a life to spare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-116899346137221089?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116899346137221089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=116899346137221089' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/116899346137221089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/116899346137221089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-got-evening-ill-share-if-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-116215975283779910</id><published>2006-10-29T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T14:09:12.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate myself&lt;br /&gt;I hate this scene&lt;br /&gt;seeing, hearing&lt;br /&gt;only me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate my none existent&lt;br /&gt;dreams&lt;br /&gt;hate my self created&lt;br /&gt;tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here in the world&lt;br /&gt;I imagine&lt;br /&gt;standing in the middle&lt;br /&gt;of this mansion&lt;br /&gt;built for the dead&lt;br /&gt;right here in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself&lt;br /&gt;can't you see&lt;br /&gt;my pride causes&lt;br /&gt;this apathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep soundly&lt;br /&gt;I will now&lt;br /&gt;death is what&lt;br /&gt;life's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead already&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;this face is not&lt;br /&gt;what it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk the line of death&lt;br /&gt;with me,&lt;br /&gt;see my skeleton&lt;br /&gt;beneath&lt;br /&gt;these clothes&lt;br /&gt;this smile&lt;br /&gt;of I am death's&lt;br /&gt;living child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself&lt;br /&gt;I hate this scene&lt;br /&gt;see through me&lt;br /&gt;I beg you please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-116215975283779910?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116215975283779910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=116215975283779910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/116215975283779910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/116215975283779910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-myself-i-hate-this-scene-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-116171433705092356</id><published>2006-10-24T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:08:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>causal perceptions&lt;br /&gt;quite unperceived&lt;br /&gt;the momentary emotion&lt;br /&gt;soon begging to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you see&lt;br /&gt;from the height&lt;br /&gt;of the Redwood tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shifting landscape&lt;br /&gt;to which I've escaped&lt;br /&gt;hiding among boulders&lt;br /&gt;a weight on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved in the moment&lt;br /&gt;but failed to own it&lt;br /&gt;walked in the night&lt;br /&gt;on a pathway of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danced on a lake&lt;br /&gt;on a moonlight staircase&lt;br /&gt;leading to heaven&lt;br /&gt;toward the perfect place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started a landslide&lt;br /&gt;just to find in the end&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never inquired of, only questioned&lt;br /&gt;my two hands and feet&lt;br /&gt;the mind that in thinking&lt;br /&gt;plans it's own defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My casual perception of you&lt;br /&gt;which I never really see&lt;br /&gt;that momentary emotion of love&lt;br /&gt;quickly begging to leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-116171433705092356?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116171433705092356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=116171433705092356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/116171433705092356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/116171433705092356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/10/causal-perceptions-quite-unperceived.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-116171322848826990</id><published>2006-10-24T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:07:08.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>break me down&lt;br /&gt;brick by brick&lt;br /&gt;throw me down&lt;br /&gt;one vicious kick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my head&lt;br /&gt;then i'll be dead&lt;br /&gt;take my life&lt;br /&gt;that I failed to live&lt;br /&gt;take this world&lt;br /&gt;that I didn't give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the depth of mercy&lt;br /&gt;to those who hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now God forgive&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;nineteen without a clue&lt;br /&gt;no reason to do what I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shoot me down&lt;br /&gt;the blood's on my hands&lt;br /&gt;like a lamb without a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the slaughter&lt;br /&gt;I loved once, but not her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loved me, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;you don't know, you weren't there&lt;br /&gt;when I lied one too many times&lt;br /&gt;faking it just to get by&lt;br /&gt;oh I lied, now I die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;the heartbeats that deride&lt;br /&gt;this waning strength, faltering stride&lt;br /&gt;coursing blood through my veins&lt;br /&gt;all the pretty, pretty things&lt;br /&gt;that I see, that I need&lt;br /&gt;to make my life complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break me down&lt;br /&gt;brick by brick&lt;br /&gt;if you kill me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will that atone&lt;br /&gt;for the deeds I've done&lt;br /&gt;the evil sown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with these hands&lt;br /&gt;from my mouth&lt;br /&gt;all my plans that&lt;br /&gt;have fallen out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my grasp&lt;br /&gt;and flown away&lt;br /&gt;to far to fast&lt;br /&gt;thank God&lt;br /&gt;life doesn't last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-116171322848826990?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116171322848826990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=116171322848826990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/116171322848826990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/116171322848826990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/10/break-me-down-brick-by-brick-throw-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-116113503689655946</id><published>2006-10-17T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:31:44.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is not autobiographical....</title><content type='html'>two hearts coming together&lt;br /&gt;in the dark, then falling apart&lt;br /&gt;one of them in love for the night&lt;br /&gt;the other for the rest of their life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and me falling together in the dark&lt;br /&gt;you hated my smile&lt;br /&gt;hated how it drove you wild&lt;br /&gt;hated the way you fell for me&lt;br /&gt;knowing I wasn't falling for you&lt;br /&gt;you were just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;only the way you held me close&lt;br /&gt;why i couldn't see you&lt;br /&gt;maybe I was living, eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;you didn't leave me&lt;br /&gt;more I left you, left you with the pieces&lt;br /&gt;of the memories&lt;br /&gt;hating me, I still keep hating me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss, miss my devil&lt;br /&gt;with an angel's kiss&lt;br /&gt;miss my angel with that devil's smile&lt;br /&gt;in the picture on my dresser&lt;br /&gt;that shows me a captive to your wiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts coming together&lt;br /&gt;in the dark, then falling apart&lt;br /&gt;one of them in love for the night&lt;br /&gt;the other for the rest of their life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-116113503689655946?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116113503689655946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=116113503689655946' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/116113503689655946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/116113503689655946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-not-autobiographical.html' title='this is not autobiographical....'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-116026715555336572</id><published>2006-10-07T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T17:35:09.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a dime and a quarter</title><content type='html'>just to wait and be silent&lt;br /&gt;in the moment&lt;br /&gt;to hold everything still&lt;br /&gt;with your will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to stop the ticking of time&lt;br /&gt;with a dime&lt;br /&gt;with a quarter turn the hands&lt;br /&gt;holding time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forward or backward as you please&lt;br /&gt;memories to seize&lt;br /&gt;summers to forever relive again&lt;br /&gt;tame life's wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the dream in which I soar&lt;br /&gt;is it yours&lt;br /&gt;or do you dream of what is to come&lt;br /&gt;what is to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of past, live for the future&lt;br /&gt;just to be sure&lt;br /&gt;that I don't miss a moment of what was&lt;br /&gt;or what will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the moment give me a dime&lt;br /&gt;to stop time&lt;br /&gt;with a quarter we will find a way to fly&lt;br /&gt;to long lost summer's of day's long gone by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-116026715555336572?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116026715555336572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=116026715555336572' title='1 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/&gt;curse the ire of this bleakness&lt;br /&gt;curse the flame that won't ignite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the sparks thrown&lt;br /&gt;down before the gasoline&lt;br /&gt;death cometh soon&lt;br /&gt;even though it lies unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the ground beneath&lt;br /&gt;you can smell it can't you&lt;br /&gt;breathe in the acrid taste&lt;br /&gt;of suicide's cold embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspire me in my weakness&lt;br /&gt;to aspire to the light&lt;br /&gt;curse the imposing bleakness&lt;br /&gt;curse the will to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the deeds, that call for death&lt;br /&gt;moments of body from mind bereft&lt;br /&gt;in passion of the flesh&lt;br /&gt;this withered corpse all that's left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the dryness of my skin&lt;br /&gt;for a moment with me kneel&lt;br /&gt;take it all in, take in my sin&lt;br /&gt;forgive me Lord, let me live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired now by weakness&lt;br /&gt;to aspire to the light&lt;br /&gt;curse my shame, selfishness&lt;br /&gt;that built this pity pyre,&lt;br /&gt;on which to die tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-115993282956240553?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115993282956240553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=115993282956240553' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/115993282956240553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/115993282956240553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/10/inspire-me-in-my-weakness-to-aspire-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-115985479557102249</id><published>2006-10-02T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:53:15.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bored and lazy</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm a little bored and lazy&lt;br /&gt;But only for a while and only lately&lt;br /&gt;I think I realize I'm really crazy&lt;br /&gt;Oh so crazy, oh so crazy for you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'll sit, watch the stars&lt;br /&gt;Catch lightning bugs in a jar&lt;br /&gt;Try and find a dream to take me far&lt;br /&gt;Away from here to find you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm a little bored and lazy&lt;br /&gt;But only for a while and only lately&lt;br /&gt;I think you realize I'm really crazy&lt;br /&gt;So, So crazy for you, my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So darlin' let me take you hand&lt;br /&gt;We can walk, then run, yes we can&lt;br /&gt;Through a field of little yellow daisies&lt;br /&gt;Let's be just a little crazy, oh so crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be a little bored and lazy&lt;br /&gt;But only for a while, just tonight baby&lt;br /&gt;Now I know for sure I'm really crazy&lt;br /&gt;Oh so crazy, oh so crazy for you baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-115985479557102249?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115985479557102249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it safe, where you are?&lt;br /&gt;Is the sun shining bright?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel God smiling?&lt;br /&gt;Is the moon alive tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel God breathing?&lt;br /&gt;When the wind blows.&lt;br /&gt;Are you anxiously awaiting winter?&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the snows.&lt;br /&gt;So sit quietly and I'll smile at you,&lt;br /&gt;From the autumn colors,&lt;br /&gt;of the tree right in front of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-115985439431824560?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115985439431824560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=115985439431824560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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pondered&lt;br /&gt;my purpose, worldly clout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was transfixed by a sight&lt;br /&gt;which held me in it's power&lt;br /&gt;The sight of a pool in it's final hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stagnant it lay quiet and worn&lt;br /&gt;even though the world sped on&lt;br /&gt;I stood still, torn&lt;br /&gt;whether to praise it's peace&lt;br /&gt;of be of death be warned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in question&lt;br /&gt;I presupposed the answer&lt;br /&gt;for what is death but peace&lt;br /&gt;from life's unrelapsing cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still unsure I wandered over&lt;br /&gt;to sit on a stone peering at the water&lt;br /&gt;which quietly lay as still as death&lt;br /&gt;covering the muck in it's depth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then quickly and quietly&lt;br /&gt;the silent fountain spoke to me&lt;br /&gt;"live for the moment, die well, die young&lt;br /&gt;wait not for life to be snatched from your lungs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the corner mourner&lt;br /&gt;a fountain still trickling&lt;br /&gt;in spite of time&lt;br /&gt;life's destined ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;echoed softly what I'd heard before&lt;br /&gt;what I will remember evermore&lt;br /&gt;a lesson from a stagnant pool by the way&lt;br /&gt;a lesson for everyone, every tomorrow after today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"live for the moment, die well, die young,&lt;br /&gt;wait not for life to be snatched from your lungs."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-115895838943039747?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115895838943039747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=115895838943039747' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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resides life in fullness&lt;br /&gt;I belong to all that is real&lt;br /&gt;to the essences that i feel&lt;br /&gt;in the wind, rain, stars, moon, and sun&lt;br /&gt;to everything I have and have never done&lt;br /&gt;I am awake,I dream of being asleep&lt;br /&gt;I am alive yet drowning in the deep,&lt;br /&gt;depths of failure to live life&lt;br /&gt;this the awful, awful price&lt;br /&gt;of the lack of courage to stand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-115804245320954221?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115804245320954221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=115804245320954221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/115804245320954221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/115804245320954221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-belong-to-something-to-nothing-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-115794430438675097</id><published>2006-09-10T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:11:44.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anberlin: Paperthin Hymn</title><content type='html'>When your only friends are hotel rooms&lt;br /&gt;hands are distant lullabies&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn around I would tonight&lt;br /&gt;These roads never seemed so long&lt;br /&gt;since your paper heart stopped beating&lt;br /&gt;leaving me suddenly slone&lt;br /&gt;will daybreak ever come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's going to call on Sunday morning?&lt;br /&gt;who's going to drive you home?&lt;br /&gt;I just want one more chance&lt;br /&gt;to put my arms in fragile hands&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said forever&lt;br /&gt;over and over&lt;br /&gt;A sleepless night becomes&lt;br /&gt;bitter oblivion&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;over and over&lt;br /&gt;complaints of violins become my only friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August evenings bring solemn warnings&lt;br /&gt;to remember to kiss&lt;br /&gt;the ones you love goodnight&lt;br /&gt;you never know what temporal days may bring&lt;br /&gt;so laugh, love, live free and sing&lt;br /&gt;when life is in dischord, "Praise ye the Lord"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-115638603343410755</id><published>2006-08-23T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:20:33.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you break and you bend&lt;br /&gt;twist the beginning, end&lt;br /&gt;cut  your wrist to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;watch as blood pours like rain&lt;br /&gt;onto the carpet beneath you&lt;br /&gt;you can feel it escape through&lt;br /&gt;the slice pouring out the agony&lt;br /&gt;another still unforgiven tragedy&lt;br /&gt;being spilt out of the veins&lt;br /&gt;along with a million pains&lt;br /&gt;that remain inside to stain&lt;br /&gt;the heart, the mind, the soul&lt;br /&gt;leaving an empty aching hole&lt;br /&gt;to dim the lamp of life&lt;br /&gt;to strangle all that's right&lt;br /&gt;within the thoughts behind the eyes&lt;br /&gt;that stare aimlessly lost deep in lies&lt;br /&gt;when tomorrow is just twenty four hours to fill&lt;br /&gt;with meaningless laughs,then life's a deadly pill&lt;br /&gt;like a .45 to the face at the end of a binge&lt;br /&gt; waking up with an overdose and syringe&lt;br /&gt;in your arm, knowing you will die in an hour&lt;br /&gt;it's that moment when you wish for the power&lt;br /&gt;to live, to breathe, to run, to flee, to be&lt;br /&gt;alive for just a sunrise&lt;br /&gt;for just one more sunrise&lt;br /&gt;but you don't have one more it's over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-115638603343410755?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115638603343410755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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close, yet so far</title><content type='html'>we are just so close&lt;br /&gt;and yet so far&lt;br /&gt;the chances are&lt;br /&gt;so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like I've known you&lt;br /&gt;for a lifetime, and you were all mine&lt;br /&gt;yet I just found out yesterday&lt;br /&gt;that how I felt was just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we are just so close&lt;br /&gt;and yet so far&lt;br /&gt;that wishing on that oh so&lt;br /&gt;beautiful star&lt;br /&gt;is all I can do&lt;br /&gt;to carry me to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so come to the sky with me&lt;br /&gt;dance in the moonlight's sea of wonders&lt;br /&gt;of stars that shine for you like never before&lt;br /&gt;while God looks down on it all and ponders&lt;br /&gt;why He made us so close&lt;br /&gt;and yet so far&lt;br /&gt;to do anything but dance&lt;br /&gt;with the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all we can do&lt;br /&gt;is fly away for moonlight dances&lt;br /&gt;try not to stray from friendship glances&lt;br /&gt;desperately wishing for love's chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you in your mind&lt;br /&gt;and I in mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-115507165494289589?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115507165494289589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=115507165494289589' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/115507165494289589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/115507165494289589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-so-close-yet-so-far.html' title='just so close, yet so far'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-115386286840662834</id><published>2006-07-25T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T13:03:00.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there is a God who lives</title><content type='html'>to feel nothing, to hate the side&lt;br /&gt;that hates what is right&lt;br /&gt;to such an extent to&lt;br /&gt;internally fight&lt;br /&gt;tearing the boundaries&lt;br /&gt;of the mind and soul&lt;br /&gt;desperate for queries&lt;br /&gt;in which are answers&lt;br /&gt;no more questioning&lt;br /&gt;of the unquestionable&lt;br /&gt;as if we can ever quench&lt;br /&gt;what is unquencable&lt;br /&gt;forget for a moment&lt;br /&gt;the lies of youth&lt;br /&gt;listen softly&lt;br /&gt;to the tune of truth&lt;br /&gt;for in the moment of desperation&lt;br /&gt;lies the center that we seek&lt;br /&gt;the unveiling of&lt;br /&gt;that which lies beneath&lt;br /&gt;right before our eyes&lt;br /&gt;in the desperate moment&lt;br /&gt;when the doubts arise&lt;br /&gt;in the endless cesspool&lt;br /&gt;of hate and doubt&lt;br /&gt;rests in peace&lt;br /&gt;truth beyond redoubt&lt;br /&gt;stop now, listen in silence&lt;br /&gt;remember the moments&lt;br /&gt;of the soul's inner violence&lt;br /&gt;in the moment of strife&lt;br /&gt;wasn't peace standing there&lt;br /&gt;in the time of tribulation&lt;br /&gt;hope riding on wings in the air&lt;br /&gt;so forget all thoughts&lt;br /&gt;that have been thought before&lt;br /&gt;that life is filled with endless pain&lt;br /&gt;for in pain there is an open door&lt;br /&gt;to peace and all that is desirable&lt;br /&gt;for the body and mind&lt;br /&gt;for the heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;the devil to undermind&lt;br /&gt;for if pain is his weapon&lt;br /&gt;then only pleasure he gives&lt;br /&gt;to those who understand this truth&lt;br /&gt;that there is a God who lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-115386286840662834?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115386286840662834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=115386286840662834' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/115386286840662834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/115386286840662834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-is-god-who-lives.html' title='there is a God who lives'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-115081590618961769</id><published>2006-06-20T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:36:09.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The anomaly of sincerity&lt;br /&gt;from day to day, hour to hour&lt;br /&gt;is solely due to inconsistency&lt;br /&gt;knowingly yet pretending&lt;br /&gt;to not know&lt;br /&gt;the truth that is pending&lt;br /&gt;and impending self imposed doom&lt;br /&gt;upon the giver or the taker&lt;br /&gt;of this forever poisoned boon&lt;br /&gt;of unfaithfulness and failure&lt;br /&gt;the omnipresence of error&lt;br /&gt;that would fain pass on&lt;br /&gt;but to find a suitable song&lt;br /&gt;a note upon which to rest&lt;br /&gt;and my laurels let lie&lt;br /&gt;never again to test&lt;br /&gt;but I surmise that is destiny&lt;br /&gt;or fate rather&lt;br /&gt;that turns my eye hither and yon&lt;br /&gt;leading, coercing me with it's dawn&lt;br /&gt;every day enticingly promising&lt;br /&gt;yet always empty in the bitter twilight&lt;br /&gt;when all accomplishment is vain&lt;br /&gt;alone solely with the pain&lt;br /&gt;of the past days and years&lt;br /&gt;alone with the deepest cuts&lt;br /&gt;all the tears and the fears&lt;br /&gt;that haunt&lt;br /&gt;and will always&lt;br /&gt;that flaunt&lt;br /&gt;my despair to my face&lt;br /&gt;and laugh at my attempts&lt;br /&gt;to change time and erase&lt;br /&gt;the lies that parted our ways&lt;br /&gt;you and I&lt;br /&gt;but lonely I am&lt;br /&gt;lonely again&lt;br /&gt;yet only for the moon&lt;br /&gt;which grants comfort no more&lt;br /&gt;like it did long ago, long before&lt;br /&gt;but now is conceited and dead to me&lt;br /&gt;the moon holds no peace&lt;br /&gt;and the sky holds no destiny I can see&lt;br /&gt;drawn and pushed the tide of the sea&lt;br /&gt;by the moon and it's pulling tendency&lt;br /&gt;to draw me in then let me go&lt;br /&gt;forever and always in an ebb and flow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-115081590618961769?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115081590618961769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=115081590618961769' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/115081590618961769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/115081590618961769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/06/anomaly-of-sincerity-from-day-to-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-115013487534686238</id><published>2006-06-12T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T10:54:35.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wait for me</title><content type='html'>wait for me&lt;br /&gt;maybe I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;in the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;under the cold hearted moon&lt;br /&gt;when life seems to spring&lt;br /&gt;from nothingness&lt;br /&gt;and color no longer radiates&lt;br /&gt;in the bleakness&lt;br /&gt;forever ago I left you there&lt;br /&gt;with the sun, in the light&lt;br /&gt;happy I thought you were, where&lt;br /&gt;endless day supposedly surrounds&lt;br /&gt;in my mind with the memories&lt;br /&gt;that rush over the dam to drown&lt;br /&gt;me in the moments when&lt;br /&gt;I can bear life no longer&lt;br /&gt;when I await the torrents&lt;br /&gt;the crushing water's thunder&lt;br /&gt;sounds pleasantly in my ear&lt;br /&gt;in it's roar only peace I hear&lt;br /&gt;strangely it holds directly above my head&lt;br /&gt;held back in a chokehold, akin to the dead&lt;br /&gt;as if there's purpose still despite&lt;br /&gt;my hope to erase it and die&lt;br /&gt;beneath the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;that alone can bury my lies&lt;br /&gt;chase me, my conscience&lt;br /&gt;maybe I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;chase me, like innocence&lt;br /&gt;that I have chased hence&lt;br /&gt;for maybe in a moment of weakness&lt;br /&gt;I will pause for a moment or two&lt;br /&gt;maybe then you can save me&lt;br /&gt;before I cut short the chance to&lt;br /&gt;wait for me&lt;br /&gt;maybe I will stay and wait for you&lt;br /&gt;in the twilight hours&lt;br /&gt;beneath the cold hearted moon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-115013487534686238?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115013487534686238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=115013487534686238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/115013487534686238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/115013487534686238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/06/wait-for-me.html' title='wait for me'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-114848229862207068</id><published>2006-05-24T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T07:51:38.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confused and unsure of something&lt;br /&gt;maybe just of nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;is it just the high the low&lt;br /&gt;the height I reach before the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anymore&lt;br /&gt;and I wasn't sure before&lt;br /&gt;the questions still run circles round me&lt;br /&gt;I'm to slow to ever catch the answer to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am I here&lt;br /&gt;what am I supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;God will you please&lt;br /&gt;shine light through the trees&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;yes, I'll say it again&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;that's where I begin&lt;br /&gt;again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopeless no&lt;br /&gt;pointless maybe&lt;br /&gt;who really knows&lt;br /&gt;the question that I seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me&lt;br /&gt;but do you really know the future&lt;br /&gt;what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want one response&lt;br /&gt;to the questions in my head&lt;br /&gt;and upon that response&lt;br /&gt;I'll cling until I'm cold and dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here&lt;br /&gt;who am I supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;God will you please&lt;br /&gt;shine light through the trees&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;yes, I'll say it again&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;that's where I begin and end&lt;br /&gt;again and again and again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-114848229862207068?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114848229862207068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=114848229862207068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/114848229862207068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/114848229862207068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/05/confused-and-unsure-of-something-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-114381793420362758</id><published>2006-03-31T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:15:17.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lean into me&lt;br /&gt;breathe in my life&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;as we stroll in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars overhead&lt;br /&gt;and everything's just right&lt;br /&gt;I only hope&lt;br /&gt;that tomorrow's like tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-114381793420362758?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114381793420362758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=114381793420362758' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/114381793420362758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/114381793420362758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/03/lean-into-me-breathe-in-my-life-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-114174282414349890</id><published>2006-03-07T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T06:47:04.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence</title><content type='html'>what is coincidence&lt;br /&gt;but the product of&lt;br /&gt;my constant inference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drawing lines of correspondence&lt;br /&gt;to which I yield my interests&lt;br /&gt;quizzically but with deference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the lines that I draw&lt;br /&gt;that lead me through&lt;br /&gt;the slope of life, the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the accidental&lt;br /&gt;the coincidental&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-114174282414349890?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114174282414349890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=114174282414349890' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/114174282414349890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/114174282414349890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/03/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-114123361957083614</id><published>2006-03-01T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T09:20:19.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Encased</title><content type='html'>Prepare me&lt;br /&gt;for the distance&lt;br /&gt;that I surmise&lt;br /&gt;I will travel&lt;br /&gt;between sunset and sunrise&lt;br /&gt;chasing the gold encased lie&lt;br /&gt;that leads to no end&lt;br /&gt;only to another endless bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance me&lt;br /&gt;and I will survive&lt;br /&gt;the throes of the fight&lt;br /&gt;occurring in the throng&lt;br /&gt;of the masses tonight&lt;br /&gt;while I run toward the lying light&lt;br /&gt;drawing closer to escape&lt;br /&gt;and further from impending fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me&lt;br /&gt;on to my query&lt;br /&gt;on to my quest&lt;br /&gt;the road never ending&lt;br /&gt;but keep running lest&lt;br /&gt;you fail, before the last test&lt;br /&gt;and all your chasing is wasted and vain&lt;br /&gt;self reproachment all that remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stretch me&lt;br /&gt;to the breaking point&lt;br /&gt;pushing myself until I snap&lt;br /&gt;and fall down in failure&lt;br /&gt;my eyes fluttering back in relapse&lt;br /&gt;my body slamming like a thunderclap&lt;br /&gt;to the dirt and gravel beneath&lt;br /&gt;the dust crowning my bloodied head in a wreath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lay me&lt;br /&gt;in a casket&lt;br /&gt;made of iron rusted, but gold encased&lt;br /&gt;to reflect the lie&lt;br /&gt;that in life I chased&lt;br /&gt;the sunrises and sunsets embrace&lt;br /&gt;laying gold over the rusted iron of life&lt;br /&gt;that gold being what I chased in this strife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-114123361957083614?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114123361957083614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=114123361957083614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/114123361957083614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/114123361957083614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/03/gold-encased.html' title='Gold Encased'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-114045105660179209</id><published>2006-02-20T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:15:58.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you need to, Scream&lt;br /&gt;if you want to, lean&lt;br /&gt;on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;cry while I hold you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here&lt;br /&gt;for now&lt;br /&gt;maybe not forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you how&lt;br /&gt;to cry to laugh&lt;br /&gt;to throw life around&lt;br /&gt;how to forget&lt;br /&gt;what gets you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to, scream&lt;br /&gt;to the wind&lt;br /&gt;If you're lonely lean&lt;br /&gt;and I'll bend&lt;br /&gt;towards you&lt;br /&gt;take your hand&lt;br /&gt;and hold you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's full of so much&lt;br /&gt;trial and error&lt;br /&gt;it's hard whenever&lt;br /&gt;on the wrong side of failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to scream&lt;br /&gt;now I'm telling you to&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here so just lean&lt;br /&gt;on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;It'll all be over&lt;br /&gt;before you know it soon&lt;br /&gt;so just go on, go on, go on&lt;br /&gt;and scream to the full moon&lt;br /&gt;let all the feelings go&lt;br /&gt;you'll survive&lt;br /&gt;don't let the anger&lt;br /&gt;make your spirit die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to, scream&lt;br /&gt;If you want to, lean&lt;br /&gt;on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;cry, while I hold you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-114045105660179209?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114045105660179209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are&lt;br /&gt;but we are not&lt;br /&gt;I care&lt;br /&gt;but it's a long shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to forever&lt;br /&gt;from here&lt;br /&gt;from wherever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view's not clear&lt;br /&gt;even on a sunny day&lt;br /&gt;the future may not appear&lt;br /&gt;on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if I tell you,&lt;br /&gt;you're not everything to me&lt;br /&gt;don't be angry&lt;br /&gt;because I just mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just my moon&lt;br /&gt;You're just my sun&lt;br /&gt;You're only the beach&lt;br /&gt;where my waves run&lt;br /&gt;You're just like everything&lt;br /&gt;You're just like nothing&lt;br /&gt;that I've ever done&lt;br /&gt;You're only my moon&lt;br /&gt;You're only my sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113970364967486856?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-113803983174637908</id><published>2006-01-23T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:10:31.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely, what does that mean</title><content type='html'>lovely&lt;br /&gt;what does it mean&lt;br /&gt;to you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it like the fall&lt;br /&gt;bright colored leaves&lt;br /&gt;or is it the spring&lt;br /&gt;when the robin sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lovely&lt;br /&gt;what does that mean&lt;br /&gt;is it the way the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;makes the orchids lean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this way and that&lt;br /&gt;as the air rushes over&lt;br /&gt;the petals and sings&lt;br /&gt;through the clover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the earth is alive&lt;br /&gt;the bees in their hive&lt;br /&gt;everything sings&lt;br /&gt;is that what lovely means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you look so lovely&lt;br /&gt;now what do I mean&lt;br /&gt;is it that you look like&lt;br /&gt;the girl of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it your beauty&lt;br /&gt;or simply your playful smile&lt;br /&gt;that makes me free&lt;br /&gt;from pain to believe like a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lovely&lt;br /&gt;that's what you are&lt;br /&gt;that's what you'll be&lt;br /&gt;to me in a hundred years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lovely&lt;br /&gt;like the portraits of God&lt;br /&gt;in the clouds, the stars, the sea&lt;br /&gt;that's what you are&lt;br /&gt;that's what you'll be&lt;br /&gt;to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're lovely&lt;br /&gt;but that's not what it means&lt;br /&gt;I've only given you&lt;br /&gt;my fruitless schemes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;examples of what&lt;br /&gt;it might be&lt;br /&gt;but let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;you have to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your own lovely&lt;br /&gt;in your own life&lt;br /&gt;for each of us is given&lt;br /&gt;his own day and night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God's love is lovely&lt;br /&gt;and lovely we all are&lt;br /&gt;when lovely we become&lt;br /&gt;in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lovely&lt;br /&gt;what does that mean&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you&lt;br /&gt;maybe you can tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lovely&lt;br /&gt;describes what I see&lt;br /&gt;when I look past the world&lt;br /&gt;to see God in you, in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113803983174637908?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113803983174637908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113803983174637908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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premises&lt;br /&gt;upon which I stand and fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alive&lt;br /&gt;that I can prove&lt;br /&gt;I have a right to live&lt;br /&gt;that only God can remove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here may I question&lt;br /&gt;my first pressupposition&lt;br /&gt;that I have rights which are mine&lt;br /&gt;upon which my life to define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I have a right&lt;br /&gt;when purpose and origin&lt;br /&gt;escape perception's sight&lt;br /&gt;and run just beyond my mortal grasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if from whence I come&lt;br /&gt;and to whence I go&lt;br /&gt;remains in the unknown&lt;br /&gt;then what rights do I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For then I am nothing&lt;br /&gt;but earth and sod&lt;br /&gt;is this not where we are left&lt;br /&gt;without a true God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have no rights&lt;br /&gt;then let me appeal to these&lt;br /&gt;the death of Christ on the tree&lt;br /&gt;I cry out from my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I was truly nothing&lt;br /&gt;but dirt and sod&lt;br /&gt;until breath was put in my lungs&lt;br /&gt;the breath of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this day forth&lt;br /&gt;I declare no rights&lt;br /&gt;except for the sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;the blood of Christ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113771214585837264?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113771214585837264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113771214585837264' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113771214585837264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the grandfather clock&lt;br /&gt;that ticks and tocks&lt;br /&gt;as I knock&lt;br /&gt;on the stone the rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that covers the answer&lt;br /&gt;to the quest&lt;br /&gt;the answer to&lt;br /&gt;my one request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beset with doubts&lt;br /&gt;I dare not move&lt;br /&gt;the rock that covers&lt;br /&gt;what I must prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncertain I stand&lt;br /&gt;unable to run&lt;br /&gt;away&lt;br /&gt;as the receding sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly sets to the west&lt;br /&gt;and moon begins to rise&lt;br /&gt;quietly against my behest&lt;br /&gt;darkness filling my thoughts, eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silently, all silently I sit&lt;br /&gt;as the wind whispers in the air&lt;br /&gt;and in the soft moonlight&lt;br /&gt;I question the rock with a stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who placed you there I demand&lt;br /&gt;and no response&lt;br /&gt;is elicited by my command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who hid the treasure&lt;br /&gt;that lies beneath you,&lt;br /&gt;the rock to whom&lt;br /&gt;they did bequeath to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wealth beyond&lt;br /&gt;all mortal gold&lt;br /&gt;silver and jewel&lt;br /&gt;one which cannot be sold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speak to me&lt;br /&gt;I cried again&lt;br /&gt;tell me of the time&lt;br /&gt;tell me when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were you placed&lt;br /&gt;to guard this wealth&lt;br /&gt;who placed you here&lt;br /&gt;was it force or stealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that settled you over&lt;br /&gt;what I once held dear&lt;br /&gt;was it me or an enemy&lt;br /&gt;make the darkness clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet still in silence&lt;br /&gt;we sat next to the other&lt;br /&gt;one wondering why&lt;br /&gt;the other unable to utter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any explanation&lt;br /&gt;to his fortune or lack thereof&lt;br /&gt;the other to afraid&lt;br /&gt;to afraid to push back, shove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rock from where&lt;br /&gt;it stood defying him&lt;br /&gt;maybe just maybe, I thought&lt;br /&gt;it is all just a whim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is no&lt;br /&gt;treasure behind&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing&lt;br /&gt;nothing for me to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn with impatience&lt;br /&gt;to walk away&lt;br /&gt;but then the rock stirs&lt;br /&gt;stirs as if awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as faithless I walk away&lt;br /&gt;it rolls aside&lt;br /&gt;as if to say&lt;br /&gt;if only you'd believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you would have seen&lt;br /&gt;what before was unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only you'd believed&lt;br /&gt;you would have seen&lt;br /&gt;that you buried your soul&lt;br /&gt;in this world's make believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only you had believed&lt;br /&gt;then you would have known&lt;br /&gt;that you and you alone&lt;br /&gt;buried your soul behind this stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and properly arranged&lt;br /&gt;a funeral for it&lt;br /&gt;calling out the devil&lt;br /&gt;in his evil to witness it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for it was you who&lt;br /&gt;set the clock's pendulum swinging&lt;br /&gt;tick tocking your days away&lt;br /&gt;till judgement days condemning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn and the rock&lt;br /&gt;lies silent as before&lt;br /&gt;what was that sound, I listen&lt;br /&gt;the wind, nothing more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113753266214805939?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113753266214805939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113753266214805939' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113753266214805939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113753266214805939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/rock-clock.html' title='The Rock, The Clock'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-113686571066606581</id><published>2006-01-09T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:16:15.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forbid it not, I pray</title><content type='html'>forbid it not I pray&lt;br /&gt;that I may pass&lt;br /&gt;and go on my way&lt;br /&gt;to the place&lt;br /&gt;that I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;to someone&lt;br /&gt;that's close and near&lt;br /&gt;to the very heart&lt;br /&gt;of who I am&lt;br /&gt;she's found out every part&lt;br /&gt;she thinks as I&lt;br /&gt;seems to feel the breeze&lt;br /&gt;the moon, the sky as I&lt;br /&gt;finding joy in the thought that holds&lt;br /&gt;her in that pale, beauteous light&lt;br /&gt;of the moon as the breeze folds&lt;br /&gt;it's gentle arms around&lt;br /&gt;and gently whispers in her ear&lt;br /&gt;as she stands and silently gazes&lt;br /&gt;at the starry night atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;and the moon that lazily glides o'er us all&lt;br /&gt;silently bringing the night to life&lt;br /&gt;gently whispering to my soul a call&lt;br /&gt;as I pass on what once was a weary way&lt;br /&gt;a path that in times past sadly I had trodden&lt;br /&gt;with a quiet step and lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;unable to quicken the hidden&lt;br /&gt;soul that guides every part&lt;br /&gt;of how I see the road&lt;br /&gt;whether each twist is a treasure&lt;br /&gt;that I will soon be shown&lt;br /&gt;or if that bend is an epitaph&lt;br /&gt;to be written on my stone&lt;br /&gt;dreams some say&lt;br /&gt;are never to become true&lt;br /&gt;beware, beware whispers&lt;br /&gt;the soothsayer, if they do&lt;br /&gt;but I feel, yes I feel as though&lt;br /&gt;she's a dream that's perfectly suited&lt;br /&gt;to me&lt;br /&gt;as if she is the most beautiful&lt;br /&gt;wonderful, delightful fantasy&lt;br /&gt;for how can someone be true&lt;br /&gt;who can steal my heart&lt;br /&gt;with every move&lt;br /&gt;with every look it starts&lt;br /&gt;over again&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts keep racing&lt;br /&gt;stampeding through my head&lt;br /&gt;it feels, yes it feels like love&lt;br /&gt;is flooding me, like a wave she's covering&lt;br /&gt;with her smile, and laughter&lt;br /&gt;and silence that pulls me closer&lt;br /&gt;eyes that like windows&lt;br /&gt;lead to her soul&lt;br /&gt;words that gently&lt;br /&gt;yet firmly pull&lt;br /&gt;me to her&lt;br /&gt;consuming my heart&lt;br /&gt;with a fire&lt;br /&gt;that cannot be quenched&lt;br /&gt;a desire&lt;br /&gt;that's deeper, far deeper&lt;br /&gt;than lust&lt;br /&gt;can you not see&lt;br /&gt;that I trust&lt;br /&gt;my heart and it says to me&lt;br /&gt;as I pass on my way to where&lt;br /&gt;she's standing in the moonlight waiting&lt;br /&gt;"there lies what I desire to hold"&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever until our love&lt;br /&gt;outlasts these earthly molds&lt;br /&gt;"so listen to me I pray"&lt;br /&gt;my heart cries to the soul&lt;br /&gt;in anguinsh to go and stay&lt;br /&gt;with this one who waits&lt;br /&gt;at my journey's end&lt;br /&gt;so my heart cries out to say&lt;br /&gt;forbid it not I pray&lt;br /&gt;that I may pass&lt;br /&gt;and go on my way&lt;br /&gt;to a place that I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;to someone who is close and near&lt;br /&gt;to my heart&lt;br /&gt;to every part that holds&lt;br /&gt;all that I am&lt;br /&gt;all that within loves boldly&lt;br /&gt;so forbid it not I pray&lt;br /&gt;and with her&lt;br /&gt;I will forever stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113686571066606581?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113686571066606581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113686571066606581' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113686571066606581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113686571066606581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/forbid-it-not-i-pray.html' title='forbid it not, I pray'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-113640271034032828</id><published>2006-01-04T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T11:27:45.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one shot deal</title><content type='html'>forget it&lt;br /&gt;forget what I said&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm bled out&lt;br /&gt;and dying on the street&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it&lt;br /&gt;all the lies that I've been&lt;br /&gt;all the times when I&lt;br /&gt;have run away from&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could sleep&lt;br /&gt;it all away I would&lt;br /&gt;If I could die and make it right&lt;br /&gt;I would&lt;br /&gt;but when you fail at life&lt;br /&gt;that's it&lt;br /&gt;it's over&lt;br /&gt;the one shot deal&lt;br /&gt;then failure&lt;br /&gt;is how life goes&lt;br /&gt;so when it rains&lt;br /&gt;it pours and pain&lt;br /&gt;divides not restores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it&lt;br /&gt;everytime I tried&lt;br /&gt;forget me and all my lies&lt;br /&gt;the past is dead&lt;br /&gt;and I wish to bury it&lt;br /&gt;bury the hatchet&lt;br /&gt;and right there end it&lt;br /&gt;but it's alive and breathing&lt;br /&gt;in the people&lt;br /&gt;who live on after the beating&lt;br /&gt;so it's alive and chasing me&lt;br /&gt;breathing down my neck&lt;br /&gt;and haunting me&lt;br /&gt;with a make it work this time&lt;br /&gt;buddy, please&lt;br /&gt;this girl's my friend&lt;br /&gt;don't make her bleed&lt;br /&gt;don't rend her heart&lt;br /&gt;in pieces, you fiend&lt;br /&gt;like I'm a monster&lt;br /&gt;can this really be me&lt;br /&gt;am I truly a monster&lt;br /&gt;deep inside&lt;br /&gt;is that what my facade&lt;br /&gt;tries in vain to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it&lt;br /&gt;anything that I said&lt;br /&gt;because it's hopeless now&lt;br /&gt;to erase it, it's dead&lt;br /&gt;with it a part of me dies&lt;br /&gt;because no matter how&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many tries&lt;br /&gt;it's hopeless to ever hope again&lt;br /&gt;on dreams that are in the past&lt;br /&gt;my one time friend&lt;br /&gt;so forget anything you felt&lt;br /&gt;and bury me with the past&lt;br /&gt;and melt&lt;br /&gt;all that remains in your life of me&lt;br /&gt;and anything that reminds you&lt;br /&gt;of what you thought we'd be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tortured by all that I never said&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness that I can never beg&lt;br /&gt;from so many that I've hurt&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should make a t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;with a warning to all who can see&lt;br /&gt;that I'm a monster&lt;br /&gt;and I kill all I see&lt;br /&gt;that I'm a monster&lt;br /&gt;who's deadly and reeks&lt;br /&gt;of betrayal and the death of love&lt;br /&gt;but that's the past&lt;br /&gt;please don't shove&lt;br /&gt;that down my throat&lt;br /&gt;and make me eat the things&lt;br /&gt;that made others choke&lt;br /&gt;and cry out in pain&lt;br /&gt;broken hearts, and tears&lt;br /&gt;of hate and love&lt;br /&gt;so many differing emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it&lt;br /&gt;they say i'm depedent&lt;br /&gt;that I need a girl to make me&lt;br /&gt;feel transcendent&lt;br /&gt;that I have to have a girl&lt;br /&gt;by my side&lt;br /&gt;to make my life&lt;br /&gt;worth while&lt;br /&gt;they say but look at&lt;br /&gt;how you cried&lt;br /&gt;when it ended last time&lt;br /&gt;well shut up&lt;br /&gt;have you ever killed love in you're life&lt;br /&gt;no,&lt;br /&gt;then who are you to judge&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see your friek show try&lt;br /&gt;at loving someone else&lt;br /&gt;c'mon coward go for the ride&lt;br /&gt;I don't need someone&lt;br /&gt;to stand by my side&lt;br /&gt;and kiss me&lt;br /&gt;tell me it's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;but what if I found someone&lt;br /&gt;who's more than that&lt;br /&gt;if I've found someone&lt;br /&gt;who is whole in herself&lt;br /&gt;and doesn't need me&lt;br /&gt;but loves me just for who I am&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;then what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;my little psychic friend&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;when I'm not playing pretend&lt;br /&gt;with her heart&lt;br /&gt;and I care&lt;br /&gt;and want to be a part&lt;br /&gt;and share&lt;br /&gt;a little piece of my life with her&lt;br /&gt;I'm not promising forever&lt;br /&gt;just every moment we share&lt;br /&gt;I'm not leading her on&lt;br /&gt;with dreams of a future&lt;br /&gt;my love is present and accounted for&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a "I'll love you forever" loser&lt;br /&gt;because it may not be true&lt;br /&gt;why promise something&lt;br /&gt;you're not sure you can do&lt;br /&gt;so don't rag on my life&lt;br /&gt;until you're me&lt;br /&gt;until you've dealt with the horribleness&lt;br /&gt;of living in deceit&lt;br /&gt;maybe then you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;why it hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;when it fell apart&lt;br /&gt;why I cried so much&lt;br /&gt;and tried to run away&lt;br /&gt;but don't judge the game&lt;br /&gt;until you've played&lt;br /&gt;because it's painful and sad&lt;br /&gt;when you make the wrong play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113640271034032828?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113640271034032828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113640271034032828' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113640271034032828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113640271034032828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-shot-deal.html' title='the one shot deal'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-113622287472157822</id><published>2006-01-02T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T09:27:54.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melt</title><content type='html'>Melt, Melt into me&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you so close&lt;br /&gt;you can hear my heart beating&lt;br /&gt;if you'll hold me too&lt;br /&gt;we'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;and become one&lt;br /&gt;together we can&lt;br /&gt;stop the sun&lt;br /&gt;from coming up&lt;br /&gt;stealing away with our lives&lt;br /&gt;so melt, melt into me&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113622287472157822?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113622287472157822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113622287472157822' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113622287472157822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113622287472157822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/melt.html' title='Melt'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-113606265413232780</id><published>2005-12-31T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T12:57:34.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>when I found you&lt;br /&gt;and you found me&lt;br /&gt;we found each other&lt;br /&gt;in the night I held you tight&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't see the future&lt;br /&gt;I don't we cared enough wonder&lt;br /&gt;about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it was you and me&lt;br /&gt;on a futon watching&lt;br /&gt; Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;and I was being&lt;br /&gt;just like a pirate&lt;br /&gt;stealing that first kiss&lt;br /&gt;oh, maybe it wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;but it felt right that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I found you&lt;br /&gt;and you found me&lt;br /&gt;we played love&lt;br /&gt;like maybe we wouldn't ever be&lt;br /&gt;us&lt;br /&gt;but it was all a foolish notion&lt;br /&gt;I should've known better than&lt;br /&gt;to play with the love potion&lt;br /&gt;but I guess it's in the blood to go stealing&lt;br /&gt;just like that night when it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and me&lt;br /&gt;on a futon watching&lt;br /&gt;pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;and I was being&lt;br /&gt;just like a pirate&lt;br /&gt;stealing that first kiss&lt;br /&gt;oh, maybe it wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;but it still feels right tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I've found you&lt;br /&gt;and you've found me&lt;br /&gt;I think I can finally be&lt;br /&gt;free in love for once in my lifetime&lt;br /&gt;not tied down by a stereotype&lt;br /&gt;so I'll be me and you be you&lt;br /&gt;we'll dance in the rain to our own tune&lt;br /&gt;lay and count the stars&lt;br /&gt;paint silly pictures&lt;br /&gt;stare at your ceiling&lt;br /&gt;laugh about life and where it's leading&lt;br /&gt;but in my mind I'll always remember&lt;br /&gt;the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was you and me&lt;br /&gt;on a futon watching&lt;br /&gt;pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;and I was being&lt;br /&gt;just like a pirate&lt;br /&gt;stealing that first kiss&lt;br /&gt;oh, maybe it wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;but then whatever is&lt;br /&gt;all I know is that it still feels right&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113606265413232780?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113606265413232780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113606265413232780' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113606265413232780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113606265413232780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-113459428498170151</id><published>2005-12-14T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:04:45.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a pain that chokes</title><content type='html'>There’s a pain that chokes&lt;br /&gt;In your throat&lt;br /&gt;And won’t come out&lt;br /&gt;It’s the feeling of doubt&lt;br /&gt;And hurt that should be gone&lt;br /&gt;But instead it’s still there&lt;br /&gt;It’s been there all along&lt;br /&gt;Even though I tried to hide it all&lt;br /&gt;Tried to run away and crawl&lt;br /&gt;Into another’s arms&lt;br /&gt;But it was all fake&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was a way to hide hate&lt;br /&gt;But I’m past the hate&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m past the fake&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel what I can never say&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a pain that’s there&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever go away&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere it chokes in my throat&lt;br /&gt;It’s almost like its something&lt;br /&gt;That can never be spoken about&lt;br /&gt;Because its real but not&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish it would rot&lt;br /&gt;And die away but somehow it stays&lt;br /&gt;Leading me on and on in ways&lt;br /&gt;That I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;How my old pain is driving&lt;br /&gt;The way I live today&lt;br /&gt;Why I choose what I choose&lt;br /&gt;How I live why I’m afraid to lose&lt;br /&gt;The new love that I’ve found&lt;br /&gt;am I alone in this crisis&lt;br /&gt;No I think maybe you’re here too&lt;br /&gt;And I’m standing here feeling&lt;br /&gt;Just like you&lt;br /&gt;Not the love that we had&lt;br /&gt;But an ache and the sad&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of what it was&lt;br /&gt;When we were we&lt;br /&gt;And we laughed at the world&lt;br /&gt;Cause we always thought we’d be&lt;br /&gt;Together to face the storms of life&lt;br /&gt;Instead we’re now facing different lights&lt;br /&gt;Two different lives that used to be one&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened doesn’t matter anymore it’s done&lt;br /&gt;So I’ve moved on finally&lt;br /&gt;Found love after my failures to find me&lt;br /&gt;So now the memories are not chasing&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not running cause I’ve defeated the pain&lt;br /&gt;The fear of it all,&lt;br /&gt;my failures&lt;br /&gt;how I caused my own fall&lt;br /&gt;so whatever I’m feeling it’s not the same&lt;br /&gt;not the same way I felt the pain&lt;br /&gt;the day that it all went down&lt;br /&gt;but that’s all over now&lt;br /&gt;I’ve found me now&lt;br /&gt;I’m not feeling the love for you anymore&lt;br /&gt;But I’m feeling something I can’t express&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stress&lt;br /&gt;That I will never be able to say&lt;br /&gt;What I want about this&lt;br /&gt;This vague pain&lt;br /&gt;But know that wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;I will still care&lt;br /&gt;And if you need me&lt;br /&gt;If I can I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Because of this pain&lt;br /&gt;That gets caught in my throat&lt;br /&gt;And makes me choke&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t get it out&lt;br /&gt;Of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;But I’m sure that these words&lt;br /&gt;Never need to be said&lt;br /&gt;But I know I’ll carry them&lt;br /&gt;With me till I’m dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113459428498170151?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113459428498170151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113459428498170151' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113459428498170151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113459428498170151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/12/theres-pain-that-chokes.html' title='There&apos;s a pain that chokes'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-113457488617591665</id><published>2005-12-14T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:48:54.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still remember</title><content type='html'>I still feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;when I see you today&lt;br /&gt;or I hear that song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;and I still think what a shame&lt;br /&gt;but I don't love you, anymore&lt;br /&gt;is just that my heart doesn't&lt;br /&gt;know any better than to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every little thing that i didn't say&lt;br /&gt;but should have&lt;br /&gt;every little time you made me cry&lt;br /&gt;and made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;It might've been me&lt;br /&gt;It might've been you&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is we are through&lt;br /&gt;somethings are better left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll never be us again&lt;br /&gt;But I still remember&lt;br /&gt;because my heart&lt;br /&gt;doesn't know any better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels there's a piece of me in you&lt;br /&gt;when you walk by I wonder&lt;br /&gt;if your piece in me calls to you, too&lt;br /&gt;I still can't erase my memories&lt;br /&gt;my mind's not a chalkboard,&lt;br /&gt;It won't erase easily&lt;br /&gt;But I'm moving on, and I think I see&lt;br /&gt;the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;well you still remember me&lt;br /&gt;well I don't love you, anymore&lt;br /&gt;it's just that my heart&lt;br /&gt;doesn't know any better&lt;br /&gt;than to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing I didn't say&lt;br /&gt;but should have&lt;br /&gt;Every little time you made me cry&lt;br /&gt;made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;It might've been me&lt;br /&gt;It might've been you&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is we are through&lt;br /&gt;somethings are better left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll never be us again&lt;br /&gt;but I still remember&lt;br /&gt;because my heart&lt;br /&gt;doesn't know any better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113457488617591665?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113457488617591665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113457488617591665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113457488617591665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113457488617591665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-still-remember.html' title='I still remember'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-113380854123369456</id><published>2005-12-05T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:47:13.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>are all lives really the same&lt;br /&gt;or does happiness revolve around fame&lt;br /&gt;or money or maybe just both&lt;br /&gt;but what if the green is just a big hoax&lt;br /&gt;and the happy ones aren't on mtv&lt;br /&gt;or the top ten bachelors weekly&lt;br /&gt;then what happens to the worlds twist&lt;br /&gt;on life when what every child's wish&lt;br /&gt;is really a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;of having the press follow you and stare&lt;br /&gt;at every move you make&lt;br /&gt;and it's all so fake&lt;br /&gt;because money can get anything that you want&lt;br /&gt;but it's really a battle field and you bear the brunt&lt;br /&gt;of it all because you're losing yourself to the crowds calls&lt;br /&gt;and who you really are just crumbles and falls&lt;br /&gt;short of all the dreams of perfect humanity&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly you wake up and scream&lt;br /&gt;because you're further now then you thought you'd be&lt;br /&gt;from anything you wanted from life and sanity&lt;br /&gt;you've got no real friends no family life&lt;br /&gt;take that back, you don't even have a wife&lt;br /&gt;and you're child's in daycare while you're pursuing&lt;br /&gt;this career and the fame while life you are losing&lt;br /&gt;it all to the cries of the people who want more&lt;br /&gt;and you just keep stretching your hands for awards&lt;br /&gt;when all you ever wanted was a family&lt;br /&gt;with a couple of kids and a ranch house in the country&lt;br /&gt;but maybe money was more important than that&lt;br /&gt;than you'd ever imagined if that was me I'd give it all back&lt;br /&gt;for a shot at raising my kids with a dad who comes home every night&lt;br /&gt;to play tag and football or stay up and talk till morning light&lt;br /&gt;and show them how to live when everything's falling apart&lt;br /&gt;tell them that life requires a heart&lt;br /&gt;that's gentle and kind&lt;br /&gt;and love requires a caring mind&lt;br /&gt;but if all that you want is the money and fame&lt;br /&gt;then take it because you can have all that pain&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather break my back&lt;br /&gt;rather then watch my kids grow up on crack&lt;br /&gt;without a father to show them what life's all about&lt;br /&gt;even though I may never have political clout&lt;br /&gt;in the world, what's the point anyway&lt;br /&gt;of spending so much time dancing in someone else's play&lt;br /&gt;why not build what you want and keep it&lt;br /&gt;raise a couple of kids and have a wonderful wife,&lt;br /&gt;somebody please tell me to preach it&lt;br /&gt;preach that beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;even though I may end up below the upper&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be above the below and not a sucker&lt;br /&gt;to the temptations of monetary gain&lt;br /&gt;and the big rat race game&lt;br /&gt;of the world as it turns and churns my life away&lt;br /&gt;to the tune of 24 hours, or you can call it a day&lt;br /&gt;get down to the basics&lt;br /&gt;the minutes the seconds&lt;br /&gt;and man our live's are flying faster than we can reckon with&lt;br /&gt;we've only got the moment that we're in and then it's gone with the wish&lt;br /&gt;that it could return&lt;br /&gt;but it never will as long as the earth turns&lt;br /&gt;so what will I do with the time I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;well I know one thing for sure I'm never again going to cry&lt;br /&gt;about how my life is flying to fast&lt;br /&gt;because what a waste when you can't go back&lt;br /&gt;just live for now and don't chase the things in this world so far&lt;br /&gt;that you can't hop in a car&lt;br /&gt;and drive home to the ones you really love in life&lt;br /&gt;your kids and family your parents your wife&lt;br /&gt;because no matter how much you want to change the world&lt;br /&gt;it's never worth the price of that one special girl&lt;br /&gt;who can love you more than money could ever afford&lt;br /&gt;so even though we need the ones who want to rise above the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I think some times they blow the "be famous" horn to loud&lt;br /&gt;because you're famous to the ones who adore you&lt;br /&gt;when you're there for them and in a crisis you're the one to run too&lt;br /&gt;so if riches and fame can be obtained&lt;br /&gt;without sacrificing people for the gain&lt;br /&gt;then go for it and make your dreams happen&lt;br /&gt;but remember that fame doesn't make a man&lt;br /&gt;it's the blood and the sweat&lt;br /&gt;of fighting the fight&lt;br /&gt;of everyday life&lt;br /&gt;and if that leads to glory&lt;br /&gt;then don't worry&lt;br /&gt;because we all have a purpose&lt;br /&gt;yeah we all have a story&lt;br /&gt;and a purpose to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;just make sure that you do it within God's will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113380854123369456?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113380854123369456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113380854123369456' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113380854123369456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113380854123369456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-113328092788789566</id><published>2005-11-29T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T15:58:20.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the river ends...</title><content type='html'>You'll find me where the river ends&lt;br /&gt;where the sun stands still&lt;br /&gt;and time begins to slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into eternal day&lt;br /&gt;and I'm lost beneath the spray&lt;br /&gt;of a waterfall of infinite beauty&lt;br /&gt;depth and passion&lt;br /&gt;pooling in one the will of all&lt;br /&gt;and gathering together&lt;br /&gt;all in it's never ending fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find me on the rock&lt;br /&gt;which overlooks the edge&lt;br /&gt;of the waterfalll that will take you&lt;br /&gt;to where time began and for us will end&lt;br /&gt;at the bottom in the pool&lt;br /&gt;of the river of life, where it rushes over the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;from this rock I prepare to jump&lt;br /&gt;following the call&lt;br /&gt;of the river as it falls and seduces with it's calls&lt;br /&gt;of life that will never end&lt;br /&gt;of the thrill of the fall&lt;br /&gt;the lie that to fall is to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find me as I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;as I leap from the rock overlooking the edge&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallling but if feels like I'm soaring&lt;br /&gt;like an eagle above the waterfall with spray&lt;br /&gt;gleaming in the sunlight the river thunders down&lt;br /&gt;so this is freedom of mind body and soul&lt;br /&gt;freedom from fear, inhibition, and even life itself&lt;br /&gt;but as much as I feel that I'm soaring&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm falling as the pool is growing&lt;br /&gt;and it entrances me with the whirlpool&lt;br /&gt;that spins like a cyclone in it's center&lt;br /&gt;Intrinsic forces tell me that I am here&lt;br /&gt;almost at the middle of it all&lt;br /&gt;as I breach the water and end my fall&lt;br /&gt;as calmly I allow the whirlpool to win&lt;br /&gt;and whirl me into the cyclone of life, death, and timelessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll find me as I'm sucked under the surface&lt;br /&gt;pulled down into utter darkness&lt;br /&gt;life, breath, all that I thought I was, rush from me&lt;br /&gt;and for a moment I'm in oblivion&lt;br /&gt;between hell's fires and heaven's songs&lt;br /&gt;until from the murky depths below a drop of blood&lt;br /&gt;arises, and diffuse around my body and covers my soul&lt;br /&gt;instantly freeing me from myself, from the body that had held&lt;br /&gt;my soul down, out in an instant my soul arose from the whirlpool&lt;br /&gt;that still churned out of control&lt;br /&gt;leaping from the tumultuous waters&lt;br /&gt;and flying truly flying above it all&lt;br /&gt;above the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;there I see as my soul flies upward&lt;br /&gt;toward somewhere; many like myself&lt;br /&gt;following the call of the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;taking the fall at the river's end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll find me beyond where you never thought you'd be&lt;br /&gt;beyond the clouds and the stars we can see&lt;br /&gt;my soul has finally found it's home&lt;br /&gt;in peace I rest and from this place&lt;br /&gt;I descry the river of life in which&lt;br /&gt;we all once lived and the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;where the river ends&lt;br /&gt;and time begins to slow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113328092788789566?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113328092788789566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113328092788789566' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113328092788789566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113328092788789566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-river-ends.html' title='Where the river ends...'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-113111722579971647</id><published>2005-11-04T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T18:33:08.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If today was tomorrow</title><content type='html'>If today was tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;then tomorrow'd be the weekend&lt;br /&gt;I'd be standing next to you&lt;br /&gt;one more week would be over&lt;br /&gt;just one more week older&lt;br /&gt;and I would be holding you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave two arms to me&lt;br /&gt;I know what to do with these&lt;br /&gt;they're here to hold you baby &lt;br /&gt;whenever the world's upside down&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you on solid ground&lt;br /&gt;and when everything's just fine&lt;br /&gt;when life is a ride&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to hold you&lt;br /&gt;in the forever of tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113111722579971647?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113111722579971647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113111722579971647' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113111722579971647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113111722579971647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-today-was-tomorrow.html' title='If today was tomorrow'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-113095634893316560</id><published>2005-11-02T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:32:28.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling for Soup: Ridiculous (looking up)  - I really love this song-</title><content type='html'>Try not to talk when there's nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;Kept bottled up, we get carried away.&lt;br /&gt;Then I fall, then I fall down.&lt;br /&gt;Then we fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know that it makes me feel so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;A pocket full of posies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fall down on the inside; pretty on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Turn it around, can we turn it around?&lt;br /&gt;Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.&lt;br /&gt;But it's looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second chance, a much better day.&lt;br /&gt;A sunset that just won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;Then I fall, then I fall down.&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know that it makes me feel so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;A pocket full of posies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fall down on the inside; pretty on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Turn it around, can we turn it around?&lt;br /&gt;Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.&lt;br /&gt;But it's looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know you said you'd never end up this way.&lt;br /&gt;Close the door behind you, i just wanna stay for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down, we all fall down, we all fall..&lt;br /&gt;Down on the inside; pretty on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Turn it around, can we turn it around?&lt;br /&gt;Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.&lt;br /&gt;But it's looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on the inside; pretty on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Turn it around, can we turn it around?&lt;br /&gt;Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.&lt;br /&gt;But it's looking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113095634893316560?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113095634893316560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113095634893316560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113095634893316560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113095634893316560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/11/bowling-for-soup-ridiculous-looking-up_02.html' title='Bowling for Soup: Ridiculous (looking up)  - I really love this song-'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-113095615031053205</id><published>2005-11-02T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:29:10.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling for Soup : Ridiculous (looking up)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113095615031053205?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113095615031053205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113095615031053205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113095615031053205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113095615031053205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/11/bowling-for-soup-ridiculous-looking-up.html' title='Bowling for Soup : Ridiculous (looking up)'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-113078986526569855</id><published>2005-10-31T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:17:45.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Me</title><content type='html'>Finding me&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of me&lt;br /&gt;but still so far&lt;br /&gt;from who I should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look to the sky&lt;br /&gt;but fail to fly&lt;br /&gt;to the stars above&lt;br /&gt;in the pale moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to think if I was me&lt;br /&gt;where would i hide, where would I be&lt;br /&gt;to escape what i don't want to face&lt;br /&gt;hiding inside in the middle of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I derive from the life others see&lt;br /&gt;that something is living, living in me&lt;br /&gt;so I'm alive and that's for sure&lt;br /&gt;but if purpose I have, why the insecurity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the insecurity&lt;br /&gt;that if i must be more than just me&lt;br /&gt;why the impatience with it all&lt;br /&gt;When this is who I am framed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i move on finding me&lt;br /&gt;in Christ more than inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding he is the answer to the end&lt;br /&gt;of making what's inside of me complete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113078986526569855?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113078986526569855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113078986526569855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113078986526569855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113078986526569855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/finding-me.html' title='Finding Me'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-113053344998073825</id><published>2005-10-28T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:06:08.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just love me</title><content type='html'>Am I the boy&lt;br /&gt;or the man&lt;br /&gt;or just a kid&lt;br /&gt;who thinks he can&lt;br /&gt;be what some think he should be&lt;br /&gt;but who doesnt' feel their heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I try&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't mean I can&lt;br /&gt;become a man&lt;br /&gt;on demand&lt;br /&gt;I need some time to reevaluate&lt;br /&gt;what will be my elusive fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as the boy&lt;br /&gt;or as the man&lt;br /&gt;or as the kid&lt;br /&gt;who thinks he can&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry on till I'm carried on&lt;br /&gt;I'll move along till I've moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you love the boy&lt;br /&gt;or do you love the man&lt;br /&gt;or is it the kid&lt;br /&gt;who you think can&lt;br /&gt;be what you think he can be&lt;br /&gt;although the future you can't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't love the boy&lt;br /&gt;don't love the man&lt;br /&gt;don't love the kid&lt;br /&gt;who you think can&lt;br /&gt;because what you see just may not be&lt;br /&gt;who I'm designed by my creator to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be&lt;br /&gt;just what you see&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know&lt;br /&gt;so just love me&lt;br /&gt;for who I am&lt;br /&gt;not for what I'll be&lt;br /&gt;for who you see&lt;br /&gt;when you stand beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the boy&lt;br /&gt;Am I the man&lt;br /&gt;or just the kid&lt;br /&gt;who thinks he can&lt;br /&gt;I think I know becuase know I see&lt;br /&gt;I see that who I am is just all three&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113053344998073825?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113053344998073825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113053344998073825' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113053344998073825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113053344998073825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-love-me.html' title='Just love me'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-113004632798692076</id><published>2005-10-22T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T22:45:28.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If there are tears in my eyes</title><content type='html'>I’ve tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;What I knew was still inside&lt;br /&gt;And I tried run into another’s arms&lt;br /&gt;But it didn’t fill the hole inside&lt;br /&gt;Only she could ever hold me&lt;br /&gt;In a way that made me happy&lt;br /&gt;And seeing her again has hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Helped me, cut me, healed me&lt;br /&gt;Saved me, so gracefully&lt;br /&gt;But then the cut opened up again&lt;br /&gt;As she walked away and then&lt;br /&gt;I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess if there are tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because I’ve loved maybe it’s because I’ve lost&lt;br /&gt;The one that I thought I would hold for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;But in the end she loved somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And she was just a beautiful, a wonderful space of lost time&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want to change what happened&lt;br /&gt;I’d take her back in an instant&lt;br /&gt;If she ever changed her mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know both searching for something else in life&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that when she finds it I’ll be by her side&lt;br /&gt;But for know I guess I’ll live with tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so wrong to still love her&lt;br /&gt;When she’s heading off to her world again&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not sure if she’ll think of me&lt;br /&gt;When she’s four hours away with friends&lt;br /&gt;But I wish that I could go back&lt;br /&gt;To when we first met&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that I could change&lt;br /&gt;Whatever she didn’t love&lt;br /&gt;About how I treated her&lt;br /&gt;How I showed my love&lt;br /&gt;And I wish with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;For a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;Because right now this heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;With each breath I’m taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess if there are tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because I’ve loved maybe it’s because I’ve lost&lt;br /&gt;The one that I thought I would hold for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;But in the end she loved somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And she was just a beautiful, a wonderful space of lost time&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want to change what happened&lt;br /&gt;I’d take her back in an instant&lt;br /&gt;If she ever changed her mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know both searching for something else in life&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that when she finds it I’ll be by her side&lt;br /&gt;But for know I guess I’ll live with tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I should just move on&lt;br /&gt;Instead of crying again&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not easy to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Even though I want to play the man&lt;br /&gt;Because I too have feelings&lt;br /&gt;I too cared and shared&lt;br /&gt;And I have a love inside&lt;br /&gt;That tells me not to despair&lt;br /&gt;And I guess it hurts me more&lt;br /&gt;To think that she will ever care&lt;br /&gt;And to imagine that someday&lt;br /&gt;When I walk out my door she’ll be standing there&lt;br /&gt;The past is dead but not for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause these feelings cannot be buried&lt;br /&gt;Only truth and time will heal me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I can fix&lt;br /&gt;The hole in my heart&lt;br /&gt;The rip, from where you stood right next to me&lt;br /&gt;But I guess should try&lt;br /&gt;But a voice inside&lt;br /&gt;Screams to wait, even though there are no signs&lt;br /&gt;A voice screams wait, a voice inside screams love&lt;br /&gt;A voice whispers love&lt;br /&gt;A voice inside says to never give up on love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess if there are tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because I’ve loved maybe it’s because I’ve lost&lt;br /&gt;The one that I thought I would hold for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;But in the end she loved somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And she was just a beautiful, a wonderful space of lost time&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want to change what happened&lt;br /&gt;I’d take her back in an instant&lt;br /&gt;If she ever changed her mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know both searching for something else in life&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that when she finds it I’ll be by her side&lt;br /&gt;But for know I guess I’ll live with tears in my eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-113004632798692076?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113004632798692076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=113004632798692076' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113004632798692076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/113004632798692076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-there-are-tears-in-my-eyes.html' title='If there are tears in my eyes'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-112992900633228177</id><published>2005-10-21T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:10:06.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashes of the past</title><content type='html'>Here’s to you&lt;br /&gt;The one I won’t remember&lt;br /&gt;In a minute now&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to you&lt;br /&gt;To the hope of glowing embers&lt;br /&gt;In a minute now&lt;br /&gt;Will fade into ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought&lt;br /&gt;It would come to this&lt;br /&gt;On the front porch watching&lt;br /&gt;You drive away&lt;br /&gt;As the dust settles&lt;br /&gt;Along this country highway&lt;br /&gt;And I feel alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to you&lt;br /&gt;The one I won’t remember&lt;br /&gt;In a minute now&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to you&lt;br /&gt;To my hope of glowing embers&lt;br /&gt;That in a minute now&lt;br /&gt;Will fade to ash&lt;br /&gt;You’ll become just ashes in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were the good times&lt;br /&gt;That brought us together&lt;br /&gt;Like the naps along that quiet little stream&lt;br /&gt;While sun shown down in little fingers&lt;br /&gt;On your face as we laid beneath trees&lt;br /&gt;There was that time on the rope swing&lt;br /&gt;When we let go and started to fly&lt;br /&gt;And in that moment when I looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’d never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to you&lt;br /&gt;The one I won’t remember&lt;br /&gt;In a minute now&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to you&lt;br /&gt;To my hope of glowing embers&lt;br /&gt;That in a minute now&lt;br /&gt;Will fade to ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-112992900633228177?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112992900633228177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=112992900633228177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112992900633228177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112992900633228177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/ashes-of-past.html' title='Ashes of the past'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-112975211344573261</id><published>2005-10-19T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T13:01:53.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rhythm</title><content type='html'>Two step to the time and the rhythm&lt;br /&gt;I'll dance to the music of just livin'&lt;br /&gt;In a new day of liberty&lt;br /&gt;With my hope, my security&lt;br /&gt;Assured in the Kingdom to come&lt;br /&gt;Assured in the only one&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that my redeemer liveth&lt;br /&gt;With each breath, life, he giveth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two step to the time and the rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Dance to the music of just livin'&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully&lt;br /&gt;Assuredly&lt;br /&gt;Blissfully&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting the&lt;br /&gt;Majesty&lt;br /&gt;of the one to come&lt;br /&gt;two step to the rhythm&lt;br /&gt;of God's only son&lt;br /&gt;wait for the time&lt;br /&gt;when he will come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-112975211344573261?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112975211344573261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=112975211344573261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112975211344573261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112975211344573261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/rhythm.html' title='The rhythm'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-112975189659823602</id><published>2005-10-19T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:58:16.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a little time</title><content type='html'>take a little time&lt;br /&gt;to redefine&lt;br /&gt;what you think about life&lt;br /&gt;what you think about lies&lt;br /&gt;in the world today&lt;br /&gt;all the junk they say&lt;br /&gt;the way they play&lt;br /&gt;on my mind, on the way&lt;br /&gt;I define&lt;br /&gt;all the signs&lt;br /&gt;all the lines&lt;br /&gt;that point out of sight&lt;br /&gt;to the left, to the right&lt;br /&gt;and I try with all my might&lt;br /&gt;striving on through the night&lt;br /&gt;but the lines divide&lt;br /&gt;so I'm changing sides&lt;br /&gt;once again, lost in life&lt;br /&gt;lost in play, each and every day&lt;br /&gt;it's like life's a charade&lt;br /&gt;maybe you can relate maybe differentiate&lt;br /&gt;between life&lt;br /&gt;and the game&lt;br /&gt;that we play, on ourselves&lt;br /&gt;as we sit on the shelves&lt;br /&gt;of the toy store we call life&lt;br /&gt;and pretentiously fight&lt;br /&gt;about who's right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;why don't we just move on&lt;br /&gt;past the boxes we live in&lt;br /&gt;because we each want to have an end&lt;br /&gt;In and of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Never wanting to help&lt;br /&gt;those who don't have a friend&lt;br /&gt;those who want their life to end&lt;br /&gt;so are we lost or just afraid&lt;br /&gt;to stand up to the gaze&lt;br /&gt;of the scorners who mock&lt;br /&gt;the ones who dare to knock&lt;br /&gt;on life's door and embark&lt;br /&gt;on a trip to the start&lt;br /&gt;of where dreams and life part&lt;br /&gt;this is where my heart&lt;br /&gt;yearns, to go to&lt;br /&gt;to stand on the cliff of life&lt;br /&gt;and jump off to never land&lt;br /&gt;where I'll know the truth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-112975189659823602?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112975189659823602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=112975189659823602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112975189659823602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112975189659823602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/take-little-time.html' title='Take a little time'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-112905753990056907</id><published>2005-10-11T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T12:05:39.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it works, When it doesn't</title><content type='html'>when it works&lt;br /&gt;when it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;when it's meant&lt;br /&gt;when it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;what if love was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;but were blind and couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;passing her by with the blink of a eye&lt;br /&gt;until you look back only to decide&lt;br /&gt;that she was it&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;that it was love&lt;br /&gt;so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Only now is when you see&lt;br /&gt;that you weren't satisfied in your mind&lt;br /&gt;you thought more you could find&lt;br /&gt;but you were blind to it all&lt;br /&gt;blind to how far you could fall&lt;br /&gt;from her eyes, from her lips&lt;br /&gt;from her thought, from her kiss&lt;br /&gt;from the look; of love in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;which is what you miss, you realize&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;there are times it's meant&lt;br /&gt;there were times it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;rose glasses are what we wear in love&lt;br /&gt;or so they say&lt;br /&gt;yet when push comes to shove&lt;br /&gt;and the glasses break; the rose tint remains to stay&lt;br /&gt;when it's meant&lt;br /&gt;when it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it works&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it doesn't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-112905753990056907?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112905753990056907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=112905753990056907' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112905753990056907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112905753990056907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-it-works-when-it-doesnt.html' title='When it works, When it doesn&apos;t'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-112905553057503238</id><published>2005-10-11T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:33:26.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I looked at you</title><content type='html'>Just another day&lt;br /&gt;in my life&lt;br /&gt;just sittin' around wondering why&lt;br /&gt;does the world have to spin so fast&lt;br /&gt;why I feel like everytime I catch it&lt;br /&gt;it runs away, and I'm chasing again&lt;br /&gt;then you walked by&lt;br /&gt;I guess I kinda sighed&lt;br /&gt;everything slowed down &lt;br /&gt;then stopped, as you looked into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop and stand&lt;br /&gt;don't move at all&lt;br /&gt;just the sight of you&lt;br /&gt;makes me lose control&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be there&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;If you'll hold me, I'll know I'm home&lt;br /&gt;when I looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the world started spinnin' slower&lt;br /&gt;I'm catchin' up not gettin' older&lt;br /&gt;cause the world just stopped&lt;br /&gt;when I looked at you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-112905553057503238?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112905553057503238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=112905553057503238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112905553057503238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112905553057503238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-i-looked-at-you.html' title='When I looked at you'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-112870843169325647</id><published>2005-10-07T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T11:07:11.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a waterfall</title><content type='html'>Life's a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;as the river rushes on&lt;br /&gt;to the oceans call&lt;br /&gt;so we all come together&lt;br /&gt;as together we fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is over all&lt;br /&gt;he guides each stream&lt;br /&gt;and fills them all&lt;br /&gt;and he brings us all together&lt;br /&gt;in the life waterfall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-112870843169325647?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112870843169325647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=112870843169325647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112870843169325647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112870843169325647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/lifes-waterfall.html' title='Life&apos;s a waterfall'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-112852544289020798</id><published>2005-10-05T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:11:11.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling slowly, falling faster</title><content type='html'>falling slowly&lt;br /&gt;falling faster&lt;br /&gt;than the day&lt;br /&gt;before yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling slower now it seems&lt;br /&gt;until I awake from my dream&lt;br /&gt;falling faster in the daylight&lt;br /&gt;than in the dreams of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling slowly&lt;br /&gt;yet I still believe&lt;br /&gt;falling faster&lt;br /&gt;than the day&lt;br /&gt;before yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a fall&lt;br /&gt;that's how I see it&lt;br /&gt;with each daybreak&lt;br /&gt;a new sprawl&lt;br /&gt;onto the pavement I take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a slope&lt;br /&gt;that's how I see it&lt;br /&gt;one more chance to roll&lt;br /&gt;without hope&lt;br /&gt;an ever moving prison without parole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling slowly&lt;br /&gt;yet I still believe&lt;br /&gt;falling faster&lt;br /&gt;than the day&lt;br /&gt;before yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a freefall&lt;br /&gt;that's how I see it&lt;br /&gt;we're always dropping&lt;br /&gt;even though you don't feel it&lt;br /&gt;always seeing the forest below&lt;br /&gt;always falling but never able to go&lt;br /&gt;anywhere&lt;br /&gt;even though i think I'm falling down&lt;br /&gt;maybe the mind simply confounds&lt;br /&gt;my sense of falling, falling towards no ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what If I am simply standing still&lt;br /&gt;on a rock on a hill&lt;br /&gt;and feeling as though there is no ground&lt;br /&gt;and that I'm falling, falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if I can never explain&lt;br /&gt;this sense of life this sense of pain&lt;br /&gt;of falling slowly and still standing still&lt;br /&gt;on a rock on a hill&lt;br /&gt;without hope and with a falling void to fill&lt;br /&gt;maybe I never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling slowly&lt;br /&gt;yet I still believe&lt;br /&gt;if my eyes do not decieve&lt;br /&gt;falling faster&lt;br /&gt;than the day&lt;br /&gt;the day before yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-112852544289020798?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112852544289020798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=112852544289020798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112852544289020798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112852544289020798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/falling-slowly-falling-faster.html' title='Falling slowly, falling faster'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-112844456008103553</id><published>2005-10-04T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:49:20.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It went like this *snap*</title><content type='html'>It went like this *snap*&lt;br /&gt;you went like that *snap*&lt;br /&gt;you were gone before I could react&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was love&lt;br /&gt;you thought it was nothing&lt;br /&gt;before I could catch you&lt;br /&gt;you took off runnin', runnin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this *snap*&lt;br /&gt;you went like that *snap*&lt;br /&gt;in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;before I could react&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything&lt;br /&gt;to have you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my all&lt;br /&gt;my little lady&lt;br /&gt;my precious one&lt;br /&gt;my pretty baby&lt;br /&gt;I guess I let you down&lt;br /&gt;and so you let me fall&lt;br /&gt;face down into the cold hard ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this *snap*&lt;br /&gt;you went like that *snap*&lt;br /&gt;in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;before I could react&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything&lt;br /&gt;to have you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's with you&lt;br /&gt;and you and him&lt;br /&gt;I thought he&lt;br /&gt;was just a friend&lt;br /&gt;or so you said&lt;br /&gt;or is that just what I heard&lt;br /&gt;heard you say the f word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if it's to late for me&lt;br /&gt;then listen all my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll come like this *snap*&lt;br /&gt;she'll go like that *snap*&lt;br /&gt;in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;before you can react&lt;br /&gt;she'll have you wishin'&lt;br /&gt;you had her back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-112844456008103553?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112844456008103553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=112844456008103553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112844456008103553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112844456008103553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-went-like-this-snap.html' title='It went like this *snap*'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-112828401602615396</id><published>2005-10-02T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T13:14:04.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If my life was less hectic</title><content type='html'>If my life was less hectic&lt;br /&gt;then no one could enjoy the antics&lt;br /&gt;of my actions, reactions or lack thereof&lt;br /&gt;and thus I believe that hectic is sent from above&lt;br /&gt;to bring out the best in some&lt;br /&gt;and the worst in all&lt;br /&gt;to be for some a stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;and for others a wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet sometimes it seems that hectic&lt;br /&gt;is a self inflicted disease of the eclectic&lt;br /&gt;who grasp for everything and fail to find&lt;br /&gt;who reach for something only to be denied&lt;br /&gt;by their own patterns and addictions of the mind&lt;br /&gt;which some have never defied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life was less hectic&lt;br /&gt;then I might become dialectic&lt;br /&gt;and miss the joy of the eclectic&lt;br /&gt;which comes in the midst of the hectic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-112828401602615396?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112828401602615396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=112828401602615396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112828401602615396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112828401602615396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-my-life-was-less-hectic.html' title='If my life was less hectic'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-112828302718615592</id><published>2005-10-02T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T12:57:07.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....hmmm...not a big fan of titles......</title><content type='html'>As the mountains sing&lt;br /&gt;and the earth rejoices&lt;br /&gt;As the waters chime a new melody&lt;br /&gt;everyone now raise, raise your voices&lt;br /&gt;to creations shouts of His majesty&lt;br /&gt;and as the earth rejoice&lt;br /&gt;everyone now raise, raise your voices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hale, Halelujah&lt;br /&gt;You alone are King&lt;br /&gt;Hale, Halelujah&lt;br /&gt;to You alone I sing&lt;br /&gt;Hale, Halelujah&lt;br /&gt;all glory to You I bring&lt;br /&gt;Halelujah, Hale, Halelujah&lt;br /&gt;Halelujah, Hale, Halelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raise your voices&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-112828302718615592?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112828302718615592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=112828302718615592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112828302718615592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112828302718615592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmmmnot-big-fan-of-titles.html' title='.....hmmm...not a big fan of titles......'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-112688530626912886</id><published>2005-09-16T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:41:46.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live (again)</title><content type='html'>Can I teach myself to live again&lt;br /&gt;teach myself to love&lt;br /&gt;teach myself to try again&lt;br /&gt;or give me up for lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep inside&lt;br /&gt;something tells me to get moving&lt;br /&gt;but my heart is still stuck here&lt;br /&gt;used to all the endless losing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I learn anew a perfect view&lt;br /&gt;learn anew how I see You&lt;br /&gt;learn anew the pathway straight&lt;br /&gt;and enter at the narrow gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathway narrow&lt;br /&gt;pathway small&lt;br /&gt;taunting pathways nearby call&lt;br /&gt;but I must follow only one&lt;br /&gt;so that I may reach the Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I teach myself to live again&lt;br /&gt;teach myself to love&lt;br /&gt;should teach myself to try again&lt;br /&gt;or give me up for lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot lay down&lt;br /&gt;without a fight&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fall down&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to teach myself to live again&lt;br /&gt;teach myself to love&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to teach myself to try again&lt;br /&gt;because Christ paid the cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not lost&lt;br /&gt;I am not lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to teach myself to live again&lt;br /&gt;teach myself to love&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to teach myself to try again&lt;br /&gt;because He alone is worth everything&lt;br /&gt;and He paid the cost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-112688530626912886?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112688530626912886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=112688530626912886' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112688530626912886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12979859/posts/default/112688530626912886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/2005/09/live-again.html' title='Live (again)'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919418605029740513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-112654736625206539</id><published>2005-09-12T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:49:26.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage (what I think it should be)</title><content type='html'>There’s a ring on my hand&lt;br /&gt;A ring on yours&lt;br /&gt;Together we’re walking toward&lt;br /&gt;Heaven’s doors&lt;br /&gt;And I look&lt;br /&gt; At you&lt;br /&gt;You look&lt;br /&gt;At me&lt;br /&gt;And in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one you and I&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts beating side by side&lt;br /&gt;Life is a story still untold&lt;br /&gt;But with each breath it unfolds&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand, fingers entwined&lt;br /&gt;Chasing the wonders of passing time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a power of direction in your hand&lt;br /&gt;There’s a need for protection from life’s demands&lt;br /&gt;And so together we can fly&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;Spaces in between are shrinking&lt;br /&gt;Every day&lt;br /&gt;And now I am seeing&lt;br /&gt;That though I can live without you&lt;br /&gt;Part of me can’t find;&lt;br /&gt;Anything without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hold you&lt;br /&gt;And you hold me too&lt;br /&gt;I feel your heart beat against my chest&lt;br /&gt;Every beat only pulls me closer&lt;br /&gt;And it keeps beating without a rest&lt;br /&gt;A rose in on the table between the two&lt;br /&gt;Me and you&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are shining like stars&lt;br /&gt;From a galaxy so far&lt;br /&gt; And you make me wonder&lt;br /&gt;I sit and ponder&lt;br /&gt;All the events that brought us&lt;br /&gt;All the things that taught us&lt;br /&gt;All the lies that broke us&lt;br /&gt;How life betrothed us&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed&lt;br /&gt;By the look on your face&lt;br /&gt;And I am amazed&lt;br /&gt;That you’re with me&lt;br /&gt;And I’m with youNow&lt;br /&gt;I’m holding,The only one,&lt;br /&gt;that’s the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am a lovesick fool&lt;br /&gt;After twenty years of lying next to you&lt;br /&gt;It never died but sometimes it faded away&lt;br /&gt;But never for more the ½ second every hundredth day&lt;br /&gt;Because when love is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;That’s when we find everything That we’ll ever need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one you and I&lt;br /&gt; Two hearts beating side by side&lt;br /&gt;Life is a story still untold&lt;br /&gt;But with each breath it unfolds&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand, fingers entwined&lt;br /&gt;Chasing the wonders of passing time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-112654736625206539?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-112639071550250672</id><published>2005-09-10T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T15:18:35.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm losing places&lt;br /&gt;losing time&lt;br /&gt;the changing faces&lt;br /&gt;that I find&lt;br /&gt;everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't want to be here&lt;br /&gt;this is not where I dreamed I would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing but my fear here&lt;br /&gt;and my insecurities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices are killing me&lt;br /&gt;my own words my enemy&lt;br /&gt;personally I think I'm done&lt;br /&gt;cause I've lost track of love's true light&lt;br /&gt;so I'm standing in the night&lt;br /&gt;praying for the darkness to break&lt;br /&gt;praying that this a dream, that my pain is fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sight is fading&lt;br /&gt;from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;my world disappating&lt;br /&gt;everything goes black and white&lt;br /&gt;ghosts arise in the night&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't want to be here&lt;br /&gt;this is not where I dreamed I'd be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing but my fear here&lt;br /&gt;and my insecurities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices are killing me&lt;br /&gt;my own words my enemy&lt;br /&gt;personally I think I'm done&lt;br /&gt;cause I've lost track of love's true light&lt;br /&gt;now I'm standing in the night&lt;br /&gt;praying for the darkness to break&lt;br /&gt;praying that this is a dream, that my pain is fake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-112639071550250672?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12979859.post-112619982004461672</id><published>2005-09-08T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T10:17:00.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wait</title><content type='html'>So I'm waiting to find&lt;br /&gt;if we're going to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;together or be apart forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got hurt on my mind&lt;br /&gt;betrayal's so sublime&lt;br /&gt;so run away or come back to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;and tore mine apart&lt;br /&gt;then I gave all the little pieces&lt;br /&gt;back to you,&lt;br /&gt;cause now I want you,&lt;br /&gt;that's the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my heart was back in place&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could erase&lt;br /&gt;the tragedy&lt;br /&gt;but I was imagining&lt;br /&gt;hoping  on hope&lt;br /&gt;but the truth i've been perceiving&lt;br /&gt;knowing I'd cry,, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here comes the tears of the break&lt;br /&gt;tears of the love you tried to fake&lt;br /&gt;but if it's not real then let it go&lt;br /&gt;it's better to move on&lt;br /&gt;then get lost in a show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I deserve it&lt;br /&gt;to have my heart broken&lt;br /&gt;because of my own sin&lt;br /&gt;so please just let the truth be spoken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me let me know&lt;br /&gt;but right now you're confused&lt;br /&gt;and I think you're ready to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just lay it all out so I can see&lt;br /&gt;the truth in front of me&lt;br /&gt;and I can face the agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if goodbye is what is coming&lt;br /&gt;don't try to soften it&lt;br /&gt;just stand right up and say it&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be a man and take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it with a hand over my heart for protection&lt;br /&gt;and my mind still facing your direction&lt;br /&gt;as I walk away..&lt;br /&gt;because I know you have a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;and with you it will stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm not upset or angry&lt;br /&gt;just hurt..&lt;br /&gt;so please don't play me&lt;br /&gt;the only cure is  the truth&lt;br /&gt;so be honest with yourself&lt;br /&gt;even if I'm just another boy on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;of those who have loved you&lt;br /&gt;at least I'll know where I stand to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12979859-112619982004461672?l=spanishpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112619982004461672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12979859&amp;postID=112619982004461672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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