<?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-30650577</id><updated>2011-09-19T09:03:43.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems of the Solitary Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>There is not much to say: These are my thoughts. This is my world. This is how it comes through in my head.

You are welcome to wander within.

Just remember,

Kill nothing but time. Take nothing but pictures. And leave nothing but footprints.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-2055160841444075314</id><published>2011-08-08T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T18:44:36.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to a Memory Soon to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;She left one morning, with the promise that she would return.&lt;br /&gt;I've been counting the days I've come to speak her name.&lt;br /&gt;I just keep dreaming, these days have come to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of old guitars keep burning chords each afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been waiting, empty with a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;I've been left alone for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems only but a promise that you left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left one morning, with the promise that she would return.&lt;br /&gt;And I keep waiting, counting every day.&lt;br /&gt;But I just wonder, if I'll get see her then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Em] &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [G] &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [C] &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [Em] &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-2055160841444075314?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2055160841444075314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/08/ode-to-memory-soon-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2055160841444075314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2055160841444075314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/08/ode-to-memory-soon-to-remember.html' title='Ode to a Memory Soon to Remember'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-4283165181380601567</id><published>2011-08-08T14:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T14:21:53.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries of Change</title><content type='html'>And these lightning lives we live.&lt;br /&gt;They pass us so quickly now.&lt;br /&gt;Speeding faster as we grow older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How quick can they move on,&lt;br /&gt;But I just wish stay behind.&lt;br /&gt;And now... I've realised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All can change, all can end,&lt;br /&gt;So briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What worries then should one have?&lt;br /&gt;Just live what needs be felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And keep the memories for later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-4283165181380601567?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4283165181380601567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/08/worries-of-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4283165181380601567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4283165181380601567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/08/worries-of-change.html' title='Worries of Change'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-7711027090643788802</id><published>2011-07-10T19:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T19:10:02.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>White Collar Guard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unc.edu/%7Eharaszti/images/rainorshine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.unc.edu/%7Eharaszti/images/rainorshine.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I lie there somewhere along the way…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Beneath the white pale clouded sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I truly was there… If I truly be there…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My shadow would not matter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My presence would not falter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh but you shall see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wait still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unmoved. Stoic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The stains of time move down on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;They do so through paper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Through pen and ink not bought with gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;White.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Missing the crimson taint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Flowing down as rain down drain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been now accepted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I shall remain here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Keeping the watch I was destined to guard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-7711027090643788802?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7711027090643788802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/07/white-collar-guard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7711027090643788802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7711027090643788802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/07/white-collar-guard.html' title='White Collar Guard'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-1734860098164732814</id><published>2011-07-10T01:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T01:56:31.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Up the Chain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R8t40UXw-8o/Thla-9Lg-HI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nBEjqzq5cMY/s1600/shanshui2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R8t40UXw-8o/Thla-9Lg-HI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nBEjqzq5cMY/s320/shanshui2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I made it up to here,&lt;br /&gt;The race has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahead darkness falls,&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant of light behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the chain of fear&lt;br /&gt;Comes slowly to remind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night covers motion,&lt;br /&gt;While shadows chase my steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjacent ally, tell me,&lt;br /&gt;What mortal foil are you if any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you follow?&lt;br /&gt;Can you heed my words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will strike deadly,&lt;br /&gt;I will fear trembling,&lt;br /&gt;I will rise vigilant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh dark silhouette,&lt;br /&gt;Show me fate...&lt;br /&gt;Show me mercy...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-1734860098164732814?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1734860098164732814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/07/up-chain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1734860098164732814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1734860098164732814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/07/up-chain.html' title='Up the Chain'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R8t40UXw-8o/Thla-9Lg-HI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nBEjqzq5cMY/s72-c/shanshui2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-4601835068516048901</id><published>2011-07-10T01:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T01:49:12.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drops of the Night Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hN6tkgqeLqg/ThlZCCrF7FI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Hkk8UZa7FKY/s1600/tears3_preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hN6tkgqeLqg/ThlZCCrF7FI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Hkk8UZa7FKY/s320/tears3_preview.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me, did the thrill sweep you off your feet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was it all you wanted to find?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did your disappointment gave it all away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left you bound and broken I'm afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just a boy in a story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A tale that covers much ground but little glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me, did the chain broke your horse's vest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was it tightly pressed against its chest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you expect something other than your own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Truth be told, there's no star shining in this night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But trust you'll be kept locked away in the dark to fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Under another night sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Different and less likely the one you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-4601835068516048901?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4601835068516048901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/07/drops-of-night-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4601835068516048901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4601835068516048901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/07/drops-of-night-sky.html' title='Drops of the Night Sky'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hN6tkgqeLqg/ThlZCCrF7FI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Hkk8UZa7FKY/s72-c/tears3_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-5220749320964207360</id><published>2011-06-19T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T11:17:15.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter is Coming</title><content type='html'>A cold breeze whispers in my ear...&lt;br /&gt;"Winter draws near!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I had forgotten the calling.&lt;br /&gt;Left it behind, thinking it was not something that could be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder. Now I see it...&lt;br /&gt;I wait for the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chance to embark in the journey...&lt;br /&gt;The adventure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To travel across the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Where Winter calls it Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we will also call it so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-5220749320964207360?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5220749320964207360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/06/winter-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5220749320964207360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5220749320964207360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/06/winter-is-coming.html' title='Winter is Coming'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-2360495379704656058</id><published>2011-06-13T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:19:13.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walls Closing in yet Dreams Still Shine, A Guardian Comes to Life</title><content type='html'>Some say doors close upon you.&lt;br /&gt;But these are the choices I make.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to stay, despite the hardships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the doors that close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life... I will only have one.&lt;br /&gt;Family... I will only have one.&lt;br /&gt;Soul... I will only have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work... I can have many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the need to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have the need to let the chance go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard to achieve the goals others want.&lt;br /&gt;Yet so easy to find my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bound in my own journey now.&lt;br /&gt;A path I chose by my will. &lt;br /&gt;A wife, her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are now... my own.&lt;br /&gt;A guardian in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guardian in my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;This is what I...&lt;br /&gt;Now become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-2360495379704656058?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2360495379704656058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/06/walls-closing-in-yet-dreams-still-shine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2360495379704656058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2360495379704656058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/06/walls-closing-in-yet-dreams-still-shine.html' title='Walls Closing in yet Dreams Still Shine, A Guardian Comes to Life'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-2620712770021091944</id><published>2011-05-22T13:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T13:35:54.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibilities</title><content type='html'>The days roll fast as the engagement roots,&lt;br /&gt;And winter approaches with a new roof&lt;br /&gt;Sheltering my steed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not fear the change to come,&lt;br /&gt;But it does trouble me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckoning to determine, to understand.&lt;br /&gt;What purpose do I now hold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This alliance is more than just&lt;br /&gt;Destinies intertwined, &lt;br /&gt;More than mere coincidence or luck.&lt;br /&gt;It is my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will my will take us away?&lt;br /&gt;Far to distant lands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-2620712770021091944?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2620712770021091944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/05/possibilities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2620712770021091944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2620712770021091944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/05/possibilities.html' title='Possibilities'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-652127857496385362</id><published>2011-04-11T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:15:06.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing a Part of Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvLjGM_BUN4/TaPDpetEULI/AAAAAAAAA5A/eyxppIRwgrc/s1600/ofallplaces_preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvLjGM_BUN4/TaPDpetEULI/AAAAAAAAA5A/eyxppIRwgrc/s320/ofallplaces_preview.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares don't come welcomed in my rest nights,&lt;br /&gt;And tears only once had awaken me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was something so forbidden,&lt;br /&gt;It was something so disturbing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I ran... and oh, I ran...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my hands I had part of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dying... it was broken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a safe house, find a mender.&lt;br /&gt;For that... I ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was somewhere lost in thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;Lost in dreams...&lt;br /&gt;Running from scene to another,&lt;br /&gt;Not finding proper destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the echoes of ticking in the empty space above&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me that blood can quickly leave your veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guiding star had fallen,&lt;br /&gt;Her loving grace existence now in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do...&lt;br /&gt;Who in that dream world would understand the implications?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly... no one did. No one noticed. No one cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain it... I tried to share it...&lt;br /&gt;But each word cascaded desperation down my throat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not live then... my mind... lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped dreaming, weeping in silence.&lt;br /&gt;Weeping in shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I had lost my way when I was the only one awake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-652127857496385362?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/652127857496385362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/04/losing-part-of-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/652127857496385362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/652127857496385362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/04/losing-part-of-her.html' title='Losing a Part of Her'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvLjGM_BUN4/TaPDpetEULI/AAAAAAAAA5A/eyxppIRwgrc/s72-c/ofallplaces_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-1351315292753138892</id><published>2011-03-22T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T20:34:46.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Journeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YoMas9pPsR4/TYlb7bQfxiI/AAAAAAAAA48/wq94aGdxfQM/s1600/radiance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YoMas9pPsR4/TYlb7bQfxiI/AAAAAAAAA48/wq94aGdxfQM/s320/radiance.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Stole away from your memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A journey far from over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Brothers lost and found,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Only to be lost again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;This is how it all began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;This is how it all was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I rode amongst the crowds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A stranger in a distant land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A foreigner, a traveler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;One who yearns for home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Who dreams of his love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;These are those places,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Both good and bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;She will never see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I could bring her back with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Back where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;She ponders on simple landscapes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Close to Mother Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Near Father Sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Maybe someday, maybe one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not have to travel alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-1351315292753138892?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1351315292753138892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/03/far-journeys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1351315292753138892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1351315292753138892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/03/far-journeys.html' title='Far Journeys'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YoMas9pPsR4/TYlb7bQfxiI/AAAAAAAAA48/wq94aGdxfQM/s72-c/radiance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-8368013854026379076</id><published>2011-03-14T15:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T15:44:33.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Holland Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pyfbExyZeVw/TX6LKRjxkgI/AAAAAAAAA4s/DT9XhPM9hdk/s1600/highlandwinter1_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pyfbExyZeVw/TX6LKRjxkgI/AAAAAAAAA4s/DT9XhPM9hdk/s320/highlandwinter1_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584053596614398466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A forest in the city...&lt;br /&gt;A park filled with life.&lt;br /&gt;Today I walked it's paths.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll remember it's grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and stare as people go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too early is the day.&lt;br /&gt;Too bright is the summer sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I remember it all?&lt;br /&gt;I can always take back home things I find in the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always pretend I will not forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A forest in the city... a world of it's own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-8368013854026379076?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8368013854026379076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/03/memories-of-holland-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8368013854026379076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8368013854026379076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/03/memories-of-holland-park.html' title='Memories of Holland Park'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pyfbExyZeVw/TX6LKRjxkgI/AAAAAAAAA4s/DT9XhPM9hdk/s72-c/highlandwinter1_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-8281438765027665446</id><published>2011-03-14T09:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:16:01.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing Dreams with Rings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hFxZF_fCOg/TX6H5OJp99I/AAAAAAAAA4k/WthVoIiAx4I/s1600/starlightgrotto1_preview.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584050005106882514" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hFxZF_fCOg/TX6H5OJp99I/AAAAAAAAA4k/WthVoIiAx4I/s320/starlightgrotto1_preview.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my promise comes undone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new stream bed making it's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fate intertwined in a heavy flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all I can say is... I am ready to take this river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to take this home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One promise to myself broken. A few words to spare only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No loss but face', a Thai would say with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I assure you, this all will hold more value as time runs by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it already pays kindly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It already pays dearly... in loving gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fates united. Fates unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to find the ring... it is time to rule them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-8281438765027665446?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8281438765027665446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/03/fishing-dreams-with-rings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8281438765027665446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8281438765027665446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/03/fishing-dreams-with-rings.html' title='Fishing Dreams with Rings'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hFxZF_fCOg/TX6H5OJp99I/AAAAAAAAA4k/WthVoIiAx4I/s72-c/starlightgrotto1_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-8765571968388134548</id><published>2011-03-04T23:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T23:26:04.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in my Bubble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFo6lJIysTw/TXHGjRAMTyI/AAAAAAAAA4U/fevK9sStYjI/s1600/poseidon11920_xthumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFo6lJIysTw/TXHGjRAMTyI/AAAAAAAAA4U/fevK9sStYjI/s320/poseidon11920_xthumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580459722450685730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How impossible does it seem?&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as reality here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the depths of the best dream,&lt;br /&gt;They both fill heart with loving grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I still feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I still feel without accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can satisfy the hunger.&lt;br /&gt;The hunter's need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be prey for this hunt in these lands I now roam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lioness' pet cannot stay still in these calm waters.&lt;br /&gt;It needs to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim against the tide,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the resistance pushing me back,&lt;br /&gt;And ripping through the bubble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-8765571968388134548?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8765571968388134548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/03/lost-in-my-bubble.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8765571968388134548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8765571968388134548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/03/lost-in-my-bubble.html' title='Lost in my Bubble'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFo6lJIysTw/TXHGjRAMTyI/AAAAAAAAA4U/fevK9sStYjI/s72-c/poseidon11920_xthumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-4942989430793066314</id><published>2011-02-06T12:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T23:27:24.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Approaching Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhY_7w131mk/TXHJskYa-hI/AAAAAAAAA4c/1VLYP0vgg14/s1600/canopycreekautumn21920_xthumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhY_7w131mk/TXHJskYa-hI/AAAAAAAAA4c/1VLYP0vgg14/s320/canopycreekautumn21920_xthumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580463180806289938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Be wary,&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the whispers,&lt;br /&gt;Be watchful of the falling stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wish, just a thought, can travel light years back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are nights painted crowded,&lt;br /&gt;Given life by the hundreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the lines,&lt;br /&gt;Take what you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you will carry it for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go weary,&lt;br /&gt;My legs drift me home will.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from worlds yonder,&lt;br /&gt;Eying one life we could have after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I tend choose, the heavy soul path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pay for my previous life sins.&lt;br /&gt;Following the passion fate has granted me.&lt;br /&gt;This passion, this mission,&lt;br /&gt;Is but the path to redemption I've brought to my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The approaching fate that answers my call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-4942989430793066314?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4942989430793066314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/02/approaching-fate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4942989430793066314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4942989430793066314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/02/approaching-fate.html' title='The Approaching Fate'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhY_7w131mk/TXHJskYa-hI/AAAAAAAAA4c/1VLYP0vgg14/s72-c/canopycreekautumn21920_xthumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-8174221175158390670</id><published>2011-02-02T16:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:13:08.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My thoughts are with you wherever you may be.&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand miles away with so much left to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing badly you could be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;Riding behind with your arms around my waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you run this far with me?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds.&lt;br /&gt;But I rather drink them with you besides me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-8174221175158390670?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8174221175158390670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/02/riding-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8174221175158390670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8174221175158390670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2011/02/riding-with-you.html' title='Riding With You'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-4186559195847211704</id><published>2010-12-22T23:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:45:25.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aasimar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TRLhdvZkydI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HxFDZrncvng/s1600/highlandwinter1_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TRLhdvZkydI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HxFDZrncvng/s320/highlandwinter1_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553749191557433810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly me to nowhere... I've never been there.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be back one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes times when I wish I'd be no more.&lt;br /&gt;There are hours, there are days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet you wish me be mortal.&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary amongst those who roams the lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touched by an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Brought to be more than I wanted, into the light.&lt;br /&gt;Redeemed of my sins.&lt;br /&gt;Dispersed like ashes in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find me...&lt;br /&gt;At the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers to toes...&lt;br /&gt;Death releases us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being.&lt;br /&gt;World rotating or world crashed down.&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down the same vastness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I leave it all behind?&lt;br /&gt;Just for a little while... yet kept this human cover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can hear me... No one can see me...&lt;br /&gt;Lost and found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim until you drown. Love until you hate.&lt;br /&gt;You've got my trust and fears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all I know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-4186559195847211704?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4186559195847211704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/12/aasimar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4186559195847211704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4186559195847211704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/12/aasimar.html' title='Aasimar'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TRLhdvZkydI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HxFDZrncvng/s72-c/highlandwinter1_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-8916678315806085435</id><published>2010-12-07T20:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T20:49:34.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Or Maybe I'm Just Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TP7xqjl8jGI/AAAAAAAAA38/pMh4NG15fss/s1600/enshrouded2_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TP7xqjl8jGI/AAAAAAAAA38/pMh4NG15fss/s320/enshrouded2_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548137504378227810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's another world inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you may never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There're secrets in this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere in this darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a light that I can't find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe it's too far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or maybe I'm just blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or maybe I'm just blind...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;3 Doors Down - When I'm Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-8916678315806085435?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8916678315806085435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/12/or-maybe-im-just-blind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8916678315806085435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8916678315806085435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/12/or-maybe-im-just-blind.html' title='Or Maybe I&apos;m Just Blind'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TP7xqjl8jGI/AAAAAAAAA38/pMh4NG15fss/s72-c/enshrouded2_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-8502356938001411881</id><published>2010-11-15T22:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:53:47.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whether I’m Right or Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I for certain don't know... so you doubt me.&lt;br /&gt;Claiming I will break in woe when this love takes its fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem so certain, as if you will be the one who pulls upon me the curtain.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you are not even sure if your own road is that pure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you fly with a broken wing as your expectation is just too great.&lt;br /&gt;You know not what your destination will bring nor if your good path is that but straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now... who has the wisdom or knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;For certainly not those who've gone to college...&lt;br /&gt;Who can tell you what you believe is a lie? No one is perfect... we are all dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know this...&lt;br /&gt;And you've learned to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes will come and you will miss...&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment will trouble you, and you'll have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't justify me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paths diverge in the forest,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope... to see you on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-8502356938001411881?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8502356938001411881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/11/whether-im-right-or-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8502356938001411881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8502356938001411881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/11/whether-im-right-or-wrong.html' title='Whether I’m Right or Wrong'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-8163546543072943863</id><published>2010-11-01T22:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:46:51.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reenactment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TPsHy-BkyDI/AAAAAAAAA3s/d6VbID9STTU/s1600/axonal1_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TPsHy-BkyDI/AAAAAAAAA3s/d6VbID9STTU/s320/axonal1_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547035938261354546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Such Chaos,&lt;br /&gt;Such Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wave in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Current traveling South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing the thrill.&lt;br /&gt;I am staying behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far...&lt;br /&gt;How long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are choices that should not be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go tell me the future I could have had,&lt;br /&gt;Go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring forth your experienced wise touch,&lt;br /&gt;Add that to a life, not even it's owner understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me which path is best?&lt;br /&gt;If so, I'm afraid I've chosen to not heed your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see... I am lost.&lt;br /&gt;I still seek purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am student in life.&lt;br /&gt;Learning blow by blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come on,&lt;br /&gt;Dispense your advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be patient, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;And I will take whatever little part of your nostalgic past you can spare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-8163546543072943863?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8163546543072943863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/11/reenactment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8163546543072943863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8163546543072943863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/11/reenactment.html' title='Reenactment'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TPsHy-BkyDI/AAAAAAAAA3s/d6VbID9STTU/s72-c/axonal1_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-1769786700560496296</id><published>2010-09-29T21:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:11:38.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain on the West</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TKQHcouC0mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/3JIhjde1I6Y/s1600/fourthday640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TKQHcouC0mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/3JIhjde1I6Y/s320/fourthday640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522547231611343458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;In the days of muse breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We have to hang on tight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the rain won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;The clouds darken our days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain prolongs our nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end,&lt;br /&gt;I must seek shelter,&lt;br /&gt;From this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It spreads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a toll I cannot pay;&lt;br /&gt;Burdening if I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horizon does not show a sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;At least not in these shores.&lt;br /&gt;At least not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bids me take my place,&lt;br /&gt;So I play my chances on my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play my chances,&lt;br /&gt;Aiding my cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;It disappoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-1769786700560496296?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1769786700560496296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/09/rain-on-west.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1769786700560496296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1769786700560496296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/09/rain-on-west.html' title='Rain on the West'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TKQHcouC0mI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/3JIhjde1I6Y/s72-c/fourthday640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-9170168478294364355</id><published>2010-09-05T17:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:31:49.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Something Precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TIQnew582fI/AAAAAAAAA3I/mKlOfYdXkUM/s1600/hexaline2_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TIQnew582fI/AAAAAAAAA3I/mKlOfYdXkUM/s320/hexaline2_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513575253285853682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Just sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem I lose my mind.&lt;br /&gt;For I cannot make sense of this world,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot make choices without seeing the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Just sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blocked of my conscience,&lt;br /&gt;I am alone and confused.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where to pull, where to push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Just sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me struggle.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, you really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Because in your world, it is only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, two selfish souls collide.&lt;br /&gt;And even love can't ease edges.&lt;br /&gt;No care or tenderness can cure the pain caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are what you are.&lt;br /&gt;I am something that sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Just sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spins without knowing what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;So I must find the spinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;So I must stop the spinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want that sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;In those times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up where I'm suppose to be:&lt;br /&gt;In your arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-9170168478294364355?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/9170168478294364355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/09/losing-something-precious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/9170168478294364355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/9170168478294364355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/09/losing-something-precious.html' title='Losing Something Precious'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TIQnew582fI/AAAAAAAAA3I/mKlOfYdXkUM/s72-c/hexaline2_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-1509080359794295474</id><published>2010-07-18T15:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:39:40.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who We Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TENzGWYFFFI/AAAAAAAAA24/_KJtwXDmjhs/s1600/daycity640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TENzGWYFFFI/AAAAAAAAA24/_KJtwXDmjhs/s320/daycity640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495362523245122642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I lie in the middle, in the cross-fire of life.&lt;br /&gt;Traveling the globe to learn the things you are to learn, or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;I see life as it can be... I see life as it could be...&lt;br /&gt;It is not life as it should be, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for me.&lt;br /&gt;In the Heartlands. There... I belong.&lt;br /&gt;My name is Nou One... from the Clan One.&lt;br /&gt;I was born in the low lands of the axis of this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mortal.&lt;br /&gt;I can be killed in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I have lived on... somehow...&lt;br /&gt;There are others like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are scattered across the realms... and we are few.&lt;br /&gt;But we are out there...&lt;br /&gt;Living... wandering... fulfilling the destinies we were meant to complete.&lt;br /&gt;And carving our fate in the hearts of all who dare join in the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be found in the rivers, in the mountains, in the cities, in the villages.&lt;br /&gt;We are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;But you will only know who we are when your moment of final rest comes upon you.&lt;br /&gt;When you recall all the memories of your life in a quick instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will see the truth... and the one thing that marks us all in common.&lt;br /&gt;Because all of us will have one moment. One second in your life.&lt;br /&gt;One last thing we did with you.&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you saw from all of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the brief summary. In that moment.&lt;br /&gt;You will know: who we are.&lt;br /&gt;What we meant,&lt;br /&gt;And what we will be in that migrating part of you that will move on.&lt;br /&gt;You may say again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair journey, traveler.&lt;br /&gt;Fair journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-1509080359794295474?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1509080359794295474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-we-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1509080359794295474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1509080359794295474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-we-are.html' title='Who We Are'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TENzGWYFFFI/AAAAAAAAA24/_KJtwXDmjhs/s72-c/daycity640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-6413985065866270453</id><published>2010-07-13T15:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:04:24.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Western Summer</title><content type='html'>Awaiting for my ship to sail the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I run this direction once again.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling. Knowing what waits for me in my return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is pondering in your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you headed traveler?&lt;br /&gt;On the road once again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you escaping today?&lt;br /&gt;Or returning tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;You left but yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish to go...&lt;br /&gt;Are you all you wished so far to be?&lt;br /&gt;What else lies there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-6413985065866270453?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6413985065866270453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/07/western-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/6413985065866270453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/6413985065866270453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/07/western-summer.html' title='Western Summer'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-6076501306315320197</id><published>2010-07-07T21:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:01:42.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now...</title><content type='html'>A few days from a new departure...&lt;br /&gt;A few sunsets from the thrill of exploration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old fear strikes the hearts of men.&lt;br /&gt;An old fear which constantly haunts.&lt;br /&gt;An old fear soon to be released on this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Earth Mother, why do you so burden your children?&lt;br /&gt;Shall we keep on paying for the vile turns your life takes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will bring myself from the depths of any abyss.&lt;br /&gt;I will bring my feet forward, with arms raised high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I cannot speak for my brothers...&lt;br /&gt;Yet I cannot see in their hearts...&lt;br /&gt;Yet I cannot say what happiness is for those who expect nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... and now we wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patiently, wisely...&lt;br /&gt;An odyssey this is... an odyssey it will be...&lt;br /&gt;One which I so unwillingly play...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-6076501306315320197?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6076501306315320197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/6076501306315320197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/6076501306315320197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-now.html' title='And Now...'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-3119518217533391906</id><published>2010-07-07T21:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:02:28.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>French Proverb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="indquote_link"&gt;"One meets his destiny often in the road he  takes to avoid it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I met her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-3119518217533391906?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3119518217533391906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/07/french-proverb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/3119518217533391906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/3119518217533391906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/07/french-proverb.html' title='French Proverb'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-7029797155980129962</id><published>2010-06-28T17:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T07:11:03.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was About To Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TC3lQgrspjI/AAAAAAAAA2w/VYwEFGWCVsA/s1600/gothamgarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TC3lQgrspjI/AAAAAAAAA2w/VYwEFGWCVsA/s320/gothamgarden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489295592648386098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't going to kill it,&lt;br /&gt;That was certain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I needed some distance from it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not take the fact of being replaced so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aren't we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replaceable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the next, or soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay until I fall asleep?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a replacement for you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far into your story now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it.&lt;br /&gt;I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish they would think out loud.&lt;br /&gt;And then we could all live in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I was about to leave when you simply said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed. So now I plan. So now I move forward.&lt;br /&gt;Now... a different state from yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day will be tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;I want to see how far we can go if we play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we play it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-7029797155980129962?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7029797155980129962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-about-to-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7029797155980129962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7029797155980129962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-about-to-leave.html' title='I Was About To Leave'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TC3lQgrspjI/AAAAAAAAA2w/VYwEFGWCVsA/s72-c/gothamgarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-5067182326348034859</id><published>2010-06-28T08:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T07:09:14.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Rounds Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TC3k9E3mwUI/AAAAAAAAA2o/IRGSiuUvvto/s1600/forestcitadel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TC3k9E3mwUI/AAAAAAAAA2o/IRGSiuUvvto/s320/forestcitadel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489295258764624194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no knock out.&lt;br /&gt;We both were still standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My expectations went down the river, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;There was no decisive blow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, not all had been lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feeling laid there... still intact.&lt;br /&gt;Still shining past the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not deny what I felt,&lt;br /&gt;But my Will had been damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many blows.&lt;br /&gt;Even a resilient Will can feel pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the moment paused...&lt;br /&gt;The lights blinded my blurry sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recounted the damage done.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't look good. It didn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the scorecard will bring good news.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the scorecard will never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when you stop...&lt;br /&gt;That you realize how bad you bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need healing.&lt;br /&gt;Time can grant me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I stay for the judges' call?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see them arguing amongst themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like they can't get it clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Losing hope of a final resolution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a winner.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do this to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Because it was a worthy fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;The honour of doing something worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know that I still live.&lt;br /&gt;To try to grasp that which is worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday they'll get it together,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they'll find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she will get her thoughts together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not now, it seems. Not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around, smiled and headed out.&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back again and fight, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I need to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-5067182326348034859?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5067182326348034859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/06/three-rounds-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5067182326348034859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5067182326348034859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/06/three-rounds-later.html' title='Three Rounds Later'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TC3k9E3mwUI/AAAAAAAAA2o/IRGSiuUvvto/s72-c/forestcitadel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-7627649777051102821</id><published>2010-06-20T22:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:37:50.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost with a Pebble in My Shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TENz4rBt55I/AAAAAAAAA3A/APyEbt1avOw/s1600/castlefalls1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TENz4rBt55I/AAAAAAAAA3A/APyEbt1avOw/s320/castlefalls1640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495363387781932946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A lost soul in search of redemption&lt;br /&gt;For sins committed in a previous life&lt;br /&gt;Of which I am not even aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare open in truths beyond comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;Where not even I can produce reason&lt;br /&gt;To believe what fares so well, or so ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only stare, I can only follow.&lt;br /&gt;I can only accept the fate tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I'll see then what I can borrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet bring no expectation to my bed.&lt;br /&gt;I will die before time.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere on the edge of the bestest of times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-7627649777051102821?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7627649777051102821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/06/lost-with-pebble-in-my-shoe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7627649777051102821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7627649777051102821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/06/lost-with-pebble-in-my-shoe.html' title='Lost with a Pebble in My Shoe'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TENz4rBt55I/AAAAAAAAA3A/APyEbt1avOw/s72-c/castlefalls1640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-7634443033887357231</id><published>2010-06-13T23:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:42:34.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saga of Forgotten Ashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Burning dreams provides smoke to cloud the senses.&lt;br /&gt;Blinded from images of constant contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;Always ready for the sacrifice... and the reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes from bringing joy, but should there be fear?&lt;br /&gt;A smile which I cannot forget, but left behind.&lt;br /&gt;Promised a soul piece, but today, death handed I have given you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is far more sorrow that the one portrayed.&lt;br /&gt;There is far more tears that the ones described.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, there is only one which knows the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one day to the other,&lt;br /&gt;From years past to new comings,&lt;br /&gt;I still search... where I can stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting senses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-7634443033887357231?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7634443033887357231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/06/saga-of-forgotten-ashes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7634443033887357231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7634443033887357231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/06/saga-of-forgotten-ashes.html' title='Saga of Forgotten Ashes'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-5160167766392850119</id><published>2010-06-08T18:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:48:18.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbinding Mysteries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TBXCi8tnneI/AAAAAAAAA2g/2kALKfgcSlg/s1600/aurulence_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TBXCi8tnneI/AAAAAAAAA2g/2kALKfgcSlg/s320/aurulence_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482502027062255074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Find yourself again in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;Will this be the last? It's surely not the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats again.&lt;br /&gt;Lively. Quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Without remorse of my sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder...&lt;br /&gt;The consequences of my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet if I am but a traveler in her life?&lt;br /&gt;Alas! At least I touched  heart.&lt;br /&gt;At least I brushed the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know, I am beyond the realm of mortals' help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminds me of valiant dreams.&lt;br /&gt;She inspires that which I fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She...&lt;br /&gt;Secretly...&lt;br /&gt;Silently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbinds my mysteries... one by one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-5160167766392850119?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5160167766392850119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/06/unbinding-mysteries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5160167766392850119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5160167766392850119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/06/unbinding-mysteries.html' title='Unbinding Mysteries'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/TBXCi8tnneI/AAAAAAAAA2g/2kALKfgcSlg/s72-c/aurulence_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-5298474444254056078</id><published>2010-06-04T19:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:53:05.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Slept in the Forest Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what happens when life springs where the barren land found itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times are changing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she comes along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I crash into her life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must keep the forest pure. Fairies still live within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My road could cut right through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My will could bend the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must trend carefully through this forest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Else caught between the branches or lost in the bushes I could easily find myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explore carefully, adventurer, your fate still lies in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-5298474444254056078?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5298474444254056078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-slept-in-forest-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5298474444254056078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5298474444254056078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-slept-in-forest-tonight.html' title='I Slept in the Forest Tonight'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-7556261684967945030</id><published>2010-05-26T23:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:44:46.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/S_3-j7G9n3I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/hEDlje5WKrY/s1600/null640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/S_3-j7G9n3I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/hEDlje5WKrY/s320/null640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475812615068163954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm rushing in&lt;br /&gt;Running away towards the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes too fast,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes too slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled by your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can be more than meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty, unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just cannot ignore the call, can't you?&lt;br /&gt;Not today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-7556261684967945030?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7556261684967945030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/05/falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7556261684967945030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7556261684967945030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/05/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/S_3-j7G9n3I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/hEDlje5WKrY/s72-c/null640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-4663190938965796130</id><published>2010-05-19T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:34:28.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival, with honor...</title><content type='html'>"Survival, with honor, that outmoded and all-important word, is as  difficult as ever and as all-important to a writer.  Those who do not  last are always more beloved since no one has to see them in their long,  dull, unrelenting, no-quarter-given-and-no-quarter-received, fights  that they make to do something as they believe it should be done before  they die.  Those who die or quit early and easy and with every good  reason are preferred because they are understandable and human.  Failure  and well-disguised cowardice are more human and more beloved." &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ernest  Hemingway&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-4663190938965796130?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4663190938965796130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/05/survival-with-honor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4663190938965796130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4663190938965796130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/05/survival-with-honor.html' title='Survival, with honor...'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-8087183000546575174</id><published>2010-05-03T23:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:09:11.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage and Forward</title><content type='html'>Amongst the shadows covering the land&lt;br /&gt;Unaffected by the curse worn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  warrior walks a path which cannot be undone.&lt;br /&gt;Dusk darkens the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiral sparrow takes me places where thou shoulds't go, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;But hear there thy spades of wonder. Hearts of yonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See force without fate approach under sky, alas!&lt;br /&gt;Immortal is the day and so silent is the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue moons which sparkle, delve deeper into thy castle.&lt;br /&gt;Delve deeper into this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go forward blindly without guide. Go, strive!&lt;br /&gt;We shall see a better day tomorrow... without doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-8087183000546575174?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8087183000546575174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/05/courage-and-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8087183000546575174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8087183000546575174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/05/courage-and-forward.html' title='Courage and Forward'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-3344450982818870082</id><published>2010-04-24T23:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:36:59.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Serpent's Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/S9PNZDu70wI/AAAAAAAAA2I/AqLtm4iXVOc/s1600/canopycreekspring2_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/S9PNZDu70wI/AAAAAAAAA2I/AqLtm4iXVOc/s320/canopycreekspring2_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463936603313132290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I am but the reflections of those who see me...&lt;br /&gt;Or I am not?&lt;br /&gt;They see that which I cannot,&lt;br /&gt;That which could be, or that which could be not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they glace upon more than what I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;And say more than what they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I still recall the shadows of my lineage.&lt;br /&gt;The greatness that it holds.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot ignore the truth it foretold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I believe in bonds of blood,&lt;br /&gt;In truths abstract to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Incoherent to the ear,&lt;br /&gt;Yet obvious to the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth be told I must say,&lt;br /&gt;I am bound for nothing more than my own illusion.&lt;br /&gt;And if there are those who wish cheer at it, they are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;For there will always be those who wish see it end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh with me, lend me an ear and hear a tale,&lt;br /&gt;I'll draw a smile and see you stare.&lt;br /&gt;Where to? I dare not comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am but the reflection of what I wish you to see.&lt;br /&gt;Of the story my heart wish be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the story of a tiger's fury,&lt;br /&gt;It is the story of a dragon's claw,&lt;br /&gt;Lived... by the serpent's law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace yourself, the journey is still half's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-3344450982818870082?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3344450982818870082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/04/serpents-law.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/3344450982818870082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/3344450982818870082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/04/serpents-law.html' title='The Serpent&apos;s Law'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/S9PNZDu70wI/AAAAAAAAA2I/AqLtm4iXVOc/s72-c/canopycreekspring2_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-5194648655334875124</id><published>2010-04-18T08:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:30:01.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Your Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am he who would so retire from this affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though 'tis not the glamour I would suppose, but it is the reason that provokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say nay and be on your way. Stop breathing down my back and speak your peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give shallow waters to those who cannot swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the open sea, that, was always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stride... make your road, fall upon your face and eat your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not listen, and I wish I would not care more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my burden, you are my maker. Alas, you've become nothing less than a child once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie here tempering my troubled soul, one which needs so much more work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-5194648655334875124?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5194648655334875124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/04/speak-your-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5194648655334875124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5194648655334875124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/04/speak-your-mind.html' title='Speak Your Mind'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-7074353911043290506</id><published>2010-04-01T17:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:37:44.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would be The One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/S7WQsDsTIsI/AAAAAAAAA2A/MBG6o1Tcuhs/s1600/hybrid_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/S7WQsDsTIsI/AAAAAAAAA2A/MBG6o1Tcuhs/s320/hybrid_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455425610208977602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Windows... doors... pathways and archways...&lt;br /&gt;They all lead away from the place I was made.&lt;br /&gt;They ring bells that do not call this name.&lt;br /&gt;Not this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet this...&lt;br /&gt;Alas... this ignites the vast unknown ablaze.&lt;br /&gt;This darkness where I try hiding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtless, without hesitation...&lt;br /&gt;A chance for instinctive drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... that path feared to trend... but The Path I choose to follow.&lt;br /&gt;Do not deny my interest! I beg of you!&lt;br /&gt;Will I spend forever here and not be satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience, Discipline,&lt;br /&gt;I call upon you once more.&lt;br /&gt;Grant me peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-7074353911043290506?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7074353911043290506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-would-be-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7074353911043290506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7074353911043290506'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...All is lost again, but I'm not giving in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I will not bow, I will not break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I will take your breath away..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Breaking Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-666771030818709697?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/666771030818709697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-and-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/666771030818709697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/S5hAwr07EjI/AAAAAAAAA1w/LbUecBUWb-8/s320/highlandspring1_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447174954447213106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table align="CENTER" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;And that has made all the difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-2463655419455093900?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2463655419455093900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/03/extract-road-not-taken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2463655419455093900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2463655419455093900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/03/extract-road-not-taken.html' title='Extract - The Road Not Taken'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/S5hAwr07EjI/AAAAAAAAA1w/LbUecBUWb-8/s72-c/highlandspring1_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-5247263490289791100</id><published>2010-02-27T17:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T17:30:15.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Die with me...</title><content type='html'>I'd change this sadness for anger without a thought.&lt;br /&gt;For I can deal with the anger...&lt;br /&gt;For I can set anger into good use...&lt;br /&gt;But not this sadness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the sadness I feel...&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Your face drew across my conscience&lt;br /&gt;A line I'm not sure we can surpass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to say I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Without hurting you still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be the living reminder of your sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this dance die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roses wither slowly...&lt;br /&gt;I keep them through their dying days...&lt;br /&gt;But they die here... with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-5247263490289791100?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5247263490289791100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/02/die-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/S4ik4kzX6uI/AAAAAAAAA1o/539gvuZmoWY/s1600-h/harbinger2k911280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/S4ik4kzX6uI/AAAAAAAAA1o/539gvuZmoWY/s320/harbinger2k911280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442781441536027362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you rate the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;It’s just too heavy for me&lt;br /&gt;and all I wanted was the world&lt;br /&gt;if you were the star let in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go wasting your time&lt;br /&gt;Cause there is no finish line&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t see anything,&lt;br /&gt;Not even love not anything,&lt;br /&gt;The night can take the man from you&lt;br /&gt;A sense of wonder overdue&lt;br /&gt;The morning brings a mystery&lt;br /&gt;The evening makes it history&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to rate the morning sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...Robbie Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-8401128417506496398?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8401128417506496398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/02/morning-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8401128417506496398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8401128417506496398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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so many ways,&lt;br /&gt;Strong in matters that count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naive... scared...&lt;br /&gt;Yet tough as mountain's will.&lt;br /&gt;Offers made, not taken, not denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is what I am.&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel.&lt;br /&gt;I still dream".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came late? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;My path will lead me somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Where? I am not certain.&lt;br /&gt;But this wheel cannot be stopped now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-1356601195306406413?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1356601195306406413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/02/flashbacks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1356601195306406413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1356601195306406413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/02/flashbacks.html' title='Flashbacks'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-5285775156941854023</id><published>2010-01-07T20:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:58:54.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Club</title><content type='html'>You see again with reborn eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Where you died, you cannot recall.&lt;br /&gt;But where you were born you can tell it was your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are waves that pass us by,&lt;br /&gt;There are times where sound comes so thin. Memories so blushed, so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Yet few are times when you die in silence with such imagery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death, rebirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died in solitude, confined to a room of dark corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black, white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awoken somewhere in the middle of covers.&lt;br /&gt;Immersed between soft shadows and dim rays that called for open eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew it then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back to the club, my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-5285775156941854023?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5285775156941854023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-club.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5285775156941854023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5285775156941854023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-club.html' title='Welcome to the Club'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-4857893161716746285</id><published>2009-12-09T03:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:53:49.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There and Back Again</title><content type='html'>The water runs fast.&lt;br /&gt;The rivers reach the oceans.&lt;br /&gt;The rain falls earthbound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the stars my wishes go past.&lt;br /&gt;Far beyond sight.&lt;br /&gt;Closely near oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arise a new moon,&lt;br /&gt;A new sight,&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of my end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race is long,&lt;br /&gt;And fear is the only enemy.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it's only a race against yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New teachings, new wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;The ocean tide follows the moon&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing new thoughts from new places,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying burdens unknown to all.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing paths that few would choose as their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traveler arrives to a home he barely recognizes after so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-4857893161716746285?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4857893161716746285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-and-back-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4857893161716746285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4857893161716746285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-and-back-again.html' title='There and Back Again'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-1815745719704395116</id><published>2009-10-12T14:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:10:21.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shadow of Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/StOMsxhkplI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-I39KsjfjZw/s1600-h/moonlitoasis1_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/StOMsxhkplI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-I39KsjfjZw/s320/moonlitoasis1_preview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391807879728899666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is calling me East...&lt;br /&gt;Be it a feast of friends or a giant's wish.&lt;br /&gt;I could care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not wise to answer every call.&lt;br /&gt;It is not wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, here I go.&lt;br /&gt;Shadows following my every path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow. Change is coming through my shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave a light on... for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-1815745719704395116?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1815745719704395116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/10/shadow-of-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1815745719704395116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1815745719704395116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/10/shadow-of-change.html' title='The Shadow of Change'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/StOMsxhkplI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-I39KsjfjZw/s72-c/moonlitoasis1_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-1395359670766725132</id><published>2009-10-11T18:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:00:32.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/StJ_XcZ0rKI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6WgHBPxaBnc/s1600-h/afterglow2k92_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/StJ_XcZ0rKI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6WgHBPxaBnc/s320/afterglow2k92_preview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391511744654126242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven seasons undone for treason...&lt;br /&gt;Now the group united once more under one sole reason!&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, bitter is the taste to our lips alone, without warmth.&lt;br /&gt;No sweeter than thy candy blow and never seen before that rising glow.&lt;br /&gt;Choose thy words with summons in mind, focused simply with delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are shadows that cannot be seen, greater even than those which Suns can make.&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in thy safeness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me an angel, forth into this world.&lt;br /&gt;Shine down upon my shadow, there are still lessons to be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pick up the acceptance of your words,&lt;br /&gt;It comes to be pathetic as the existence that drives you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still slumber, I still await my time.&lt;br /&gt;When us all part ways, when us all venture off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime... fear the unknown, and be a mere mortal...&lt;br /&gt;Take up those lies and truths to heart, &lt;br /&gt;Striving to reach new heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are paths I follow... the path no one takes...&lt;br /&gt;Where right and wrong collide into the core of oneself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go places few dare reach... to find the essence of endless time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I can only take with me those who wish follow.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, they all know the risk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness stops us not... it simply covers our tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare... the night is upon us.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-1395359670766725132?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1395359670766725132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/10/dark-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1395359670766725132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1395359670766725132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/10/dark-plans.html' title='Dark Plans'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/StJ_XcZ0rKI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6WgHBPxaBnc/s72-c/afterglow2k92_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-3107052076505814500</id><published>2009-10-09T06:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T06:39:03.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you run to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know about these strangers like me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-3107052076505814500?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3107052076505814500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/3107052076505814500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/3107052076505814500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning-thoughts.html' title='Morning Thoughts'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-8399064824920233108</id><published>2009-09-28T22:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:05:58.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fink Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The things that keep us apart, keep me alive&lt;br /&gt;And the things that keep me alive, keep me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice anything different&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even notice&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fink, 'This is the thing'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-8399064824920233108?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8399064824920233108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/09/fink-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8399064824920233108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8399064824920233108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/09/fink-thoughts.html' title='Fink Thoughts'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-868448939164986395</id><published>2009-09-27T08:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:07:15.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it Seems it Follows me Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sr9_Y4bCjvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RgeK-Lwi1t4/s1600-h/ghost_reveries_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sr9_Y4bCjvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RgeK-Lwi1t4/s320/ghost_reveries_big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386163744797789938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, yet not always,&lt;br /&gt;It creeps behind me as I walk past my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unusual, yet expected,&lt;br /&gt;It shadows in the corner speaking in between each thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it, I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been accused of manipulation.&lt;br /&gt;I've been accused of greed.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my confidence portray such behavior?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I made it clear that what I aim for is my tribal need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not the first, and surely not the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accursed it follows me home.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to lose the trail for this unwanted actor in my scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithless to see it go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop the curtain, end the act?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I will remain exactly where I stand now.&lt;br /&gt;But I least, I will know I tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-868448939164986395?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/868448939164986395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-it-seems-it-follows-me-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/868448939164986395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/868448939164986395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-it-seems-it-follows-me-home.html' title='Sometimes it Seems it Follows me Home'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sr9_Y4bCjvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RgeK-Lwi1t4/s72-c/ghost_reveries_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-8066743874054146589</id><published>2009-09-24T20:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:15:10.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful and Untouchable</title><content type='html'>Today I lit up a candle in your name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and untouchable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come my own will &lt;br /&gt;  is the one that detains me &lt;br /&gt;    from bringing forth my passion for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and untouchable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-8066743874054146589?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8066743874054146589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-and-untouchable.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8066743874054146589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8066743874054146589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-and-untouchable.html' title='Beautiful and Untouchable'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-458180349466712666</id><published>2009-08-26T12:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:52:08.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>And the night fell upon our sunset...&lt;br /&gt;The heat of day was washed away with each breath...&lt;br /&gt;I had been here before, I had seen this in the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more misfortunes, no more unwanted turns.&lt;br /&gt;The end would be swift and painless.&lt;br /&gt;A knife in plain view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wings broken, my will unbent,&lt;br /&gt;Such sorrow shared with passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye is a second chance,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the end is the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure you keep it straight,&lt;br /&gt;Set your North where it should be.&lt;br /&gt;Think twice, don't hesitate, be smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be there no more...&lt;br /&gt;I won't hear your thoughts no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I ride my own road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-458180349466712666?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/458180349466712666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/08/farewell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/458180349466712666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/458180349466712666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/08/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-6347989328437304900</id><published>2009-07-25T22:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:54:54.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch a Breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SmxgD6LP4mI/AAAAAAAAAOg/37AvEtWSzQ8/s1600-h/theend1_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SmxgD6LP4mI/AAAAAAAAAOg/37AvEtWSzQ8/s320/theend1_preview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362766876563726946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where lies what sea may hold?&lt;br /&gt;If we follow the wind in a rush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never the contradiction fairly will unfold&lt;br /&gt;Any plans hidden behind the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murdered beside the killer.&lt;br /&gt;Speculating on the footprints of a cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who left forgotten his whisker&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere back in the pull and push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn will against will,&lt;br /&gt;Damn your search for emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like scrapping the door to be fed&lt;br /&gt;Anything better than solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make haste, raise sails.&lt;br /&gt;I hear a purr welcoming the wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-6347989328437304900?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6347989328437304900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/07/catch-breeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/6347989328437304900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/6347989328437304900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/07/catch-breeze.html' title='Catch a Breeze'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SmxgD6LP4mI/AAAAAAAAAOg/37AvEtWSzQ8/s72-c/theend1_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-8098989123738769976</id><published>2009-05-17T20:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:25:17.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I marked the tree which saved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not like you marked the tree that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's trunk stopped your momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's size caught your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, your new life began with that bark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Death was left behind as you walked away unscratched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless these memories that haunt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These flashbacks will always remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that tree gave you something, that you will never forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chance to die another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-8098989123738769976?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8098989123738769976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/05/salvation-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8098989123738769976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8098989123738769976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/05/salvation-tree.html' title='Salvation Tree'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-8079557063784313770</id><published>2009-03-11T10:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:08:27.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Firefly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfu_G7plKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CuqiZ0QcEHY/s1600-h/lonetree11600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfu_G7plKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CuqiZ0QcEHY/s320/lonetree11600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311977053466760354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foreign days with sunless sunsets,&lt;br /&gt;Oh pity, the sunrises too early to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternal waves dance to the rhythm of the spirals,&lt;br /&gt;Traces left behind by your butterflies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only joy in watching the tainted sky turn black,&lt;br /&gt;Is knowing you will dance tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My firefly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pace yourself, the beats come one after the other,&lt;br /&gt;And yet the melody never ends.&lt;br /&gt;Flowers and circles race past my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Your grace signed with a smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black dressing, pale skin, burning lights...&lt;br /&gt;It is the fire that runs through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dark grin masked by wanton innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss from a firefly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-8079557063784313770?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8079557063784313770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-firefly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8079557063784313770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/8079557063784313770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-firefly.html' title='My Firefly'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfu_G7plKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CuqiZ0QcEHY/s72-c/lonetree11600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-9040119119243775120</id><published>2009-02-12T21:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:39:04.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did You Know</title><content type='html'>Did you know that I still remember?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I can't forget?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know...&lt;br /&gt;Did you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far back can fear go...&lt;br /&gt;How lonely can one fall...&lt;br /&gt;How empty this room fells...&lt;br /&gt;How empty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know you have no name?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I can't recall?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know...&lt;br /&gt;Did you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How easy I fool myself...&lt;br /&gt;How straight is the way to hell...&lt;br /&gt;How slow minutes crawl...&lt;br /&gt;How slow...&lt;br /&gt;How slow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-9040119119243775120?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/9040119119243775120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-did-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/9040119119243775120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/9040119119243775120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-did-you-know.html' title='How Did You Know'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-7643439343412782688</id><published>2008-12-22T20:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:45:25.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Open Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SXABI97YotI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RCxiKMvFj3A/s1600-h/moonshadow11920_xthumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SXABI97YotI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RCxiKMvFj3A/s320/moonshadow11920_xthumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291730815734555346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Things that can't be, should not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectation can derive from so much,&lt;br /&gt;And hatred but a step away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, no fault can one have in dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;No sense of loss either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success nor goals can quantify your will,&lt;br /&gt;For their eyes will see nothing but what they are told to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not try to name it.&lt;br /&gt;Do not try to earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that can't be, should not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as lies flow from one mouth to another,&lt;br /&gt;The intention transformed from higher,&lt;br /&gt;Lacks the honest and faithful reason.&lt;br /&gt;And this...&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not fight against it.&lt;br /&gt;I will not break my will against it.&lt;br /&gt;But this will take no more here on.&lt;br /&gt;The wind breaks the tree when it's ready to die,&lt;br /&gt;Not before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that can't be, should not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing is more than enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy your vastness and all glory that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;As the path to the spotlight is not the one you foretell.&lt;br /&gt;Striving for your recognition has come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have grown as much as I could here.&lt;br /&gt;This box fits me no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the first, nor the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that can't be...&lt;br /&gt;Simply...&lt;br /&gt;Should not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-7643439343412782688?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7643439343412782688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-open-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7643439343412782688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7643439343412782688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-open-your-eyes.html' title='Just Open Your Eyes'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SXABI97YotI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RCxiKMvFj3A/s72-c/moonshadow11920_xthumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-4385658270754702711</id><published>2008-12-15T10:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:16:29.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with the Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SUaCwFSt3RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uOOyJxqhlWQ/s1600-h/worldsedgewinter1_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SUaCwFSt3RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uOOyJxqhlWQ/s320/worldsedgewinter1_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280051375704497426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where would such tears go,&lt;br /&gt;If not down river&lt;br /&gt;Where souls end up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few are the days I've not tried.&lt;br /&gt;But restless torments break easily.&lt;br /&gt;My road should not deviate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If for any reason but it's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So flow down.&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;Rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-4385658270754702711?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4385658270754702711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/12/down-with-flow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4385658270754702711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4385658270754702711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/12/down-with-flow.html' title='Down with the Flow'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SUaCwFSt3RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uOOyJxqhlWQ/s72-c/worldsedgewinter1_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-7871745380034676494</id><published>2008-10-27T00:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:29:26.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mining for Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SUaFmMSsIXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9IOuotmQPMI/s1600-h/newdawn2_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SUaFmMSsIXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9IOuotmQPMI/s320/newdawn2_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280054504319623538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Certainty declared in your face&lt;br /&gt;of how the final act shall begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relative is the theory:&lt;br /&gt;Pain and thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what could become the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Is now the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brought so much into this path,&lt;br /&gt;And even saw the breaking that would cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could had been more wrong,&lt;br /&gt;The miner or the mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fool's gold will always shine,&lt;br /&gt;So I leave you to dream alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perplexed to what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;Anxious of what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was that story I created...&lt;br /&gt;With no intention but to adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that story I abandoned...&lt;br /&gt;With no intention to uphold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least you'll have your gold.&lt;br /&gt;At least you'll get the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as far as it goes,&lt;br /&gt;The pick is broken and the cart is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old miner is no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-7871745380034676494?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7871745380034676494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/10/mining-for-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7871745380034676494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7871745380034676494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/10/mining-for-dreams.html' title='Mining for Dreams'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SUaFmMSsIXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9IOuotmQPMI/s72-c/newdawn2_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-2760364288445348404</id><published>2008-09-16T20:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:02:56.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell into a Conversation</title><content type='html'>It's been a long day,&lt;br /&gt;For no shine through my window came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside this hollow shell...&lt;br /&gt;No wanton rest laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the tallest of the hive,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel not over the wall which I must climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, there is much to cover...&lt;br /&gt;There is much to shoulder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-2760364288445348404?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2760364288445348404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/09/fell-into-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2760364288445348404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2760364288445348404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/09/fell-into-conversation.html' title='Fell into a Conversation'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-933479750498550933</id><published>2008-07-08T00:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:21:32.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmonics</title><content type='html'>And I will play,&lt;br /&gt;Even after death.&lt;br /&gt;Let my corpse be buried&lt;br /&gt;And my notes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shall remain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-933479750498550933?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/933479750498550933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/harmonics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/933479750498550933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/933479750498550933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/harmonics.html' title='Harmonics'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-1614045058836122868</id><published>2008-05-18T09:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:42:02.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SDBNjrzGvlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/toaBkO4stLY/s1600-h/6432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SDBNjrzGvlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/toaBkO4stLY/s320/6432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201742845060759122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every dark hour has a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Understanding is our choice&lt;br /&gt;Accepting is our challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-1614045058836122868?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1614045058836122868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/05/thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1614045058836122868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1614045058836122868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/05/thought.html' title='A Thought'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SDBNjrzGvlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/toaBkO4stLY/s72-c/6432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-7689129494720399655</id><published>2008-05-15T22:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:58:24.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SC-3HLzGvkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GmDBAABRA3Y/s1600-h/phoenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SC-3HLzGvkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GmDBAABRA3Y/s320/phoenix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201577428690320962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever believed you met an angel?&lt;br /&gt;It was something just like that...&lt;br /&gt;But it was a devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, it was several devils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is that story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assaulted by promises of good time past,&lt;br /&gt;Something no mortal can deny,&lt;br /&gt;We followed the tail of an undetermined clan.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, more than one easily got dragged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten, bitten and weakened,&lt;br /&gt;The night drained away our sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;Transformed into what the embrace of darkness wished,&lt;br /&gt;We stalked the shadows, we danced the rhythms.&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, we drank our echoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we hold another truth.&lt;br /&gt;One so different from the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like when you meet that damned angel,&lt;br /&gt;Who turned out to be nothing but a sweet devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-7689129494720399655?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7689129494720399655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/05/angel-fire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7689129494720399655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7689129494720399655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/05/angel-fire.html' title='Angel Fire'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SC-3HLzGvkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GmDBAABRA3Y/s72-c/phoenix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-2658124943609886791</id><published>2008-04-23T00:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:58:03.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walls of Time and Red Wounds</title><content type='html'>To break through this wall,&lt;br /&gt;Every try, every breath,&lt;br /&gt;Broken glare by glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned indifferent stare, looking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing that which breaks the most.&lt;br /&gt;Doing that which breaks the host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think should tell the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Far less painful from this side.&lt;br /&gt;Shadowed mercy, never thanked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;No demon could deny.&lt;br /&gt;It's sakki that flows,&lt;br /&gt;The sense that runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living cursed with your presence.&lt;br /&gt;It will be my burden to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No easy way to explain,&lt;br /&gt;To undo the believes laid on.&lt;br /&gt;The wait fell down chasing love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashing violently...&lt;br /&gt;Into my life...&lt;br /&gt;Out of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's moving me along,&lt;br /&gt;Fading away the shade of lost kingdoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want and what can happen&lt;br /&gt;Will not be the same.&lt;br /&gt;So acceptance is the only choice time will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time.&lt;br /&gt;More time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the clock wake up,&lt;br /&gt;And realize that it goes too fast for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never too fast to escape your look, though.&lt;br /&gt;Never too slow to make it go away quick enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped between times of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the clock wake up...&lt;br /&gt;When will this wall fall down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-2658124943609886791?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2658124943609886791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/walls-of-time-and-red-wounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2658124943609886791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2658124943609886791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/walls-of-time-and-red-wounds.html' title='Walls of Time and Red Wounds'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-6284855328876090801</id><published>2008-04-22T21:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:58:57.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Hope Inside the Jar (Dancing Bones)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SA6vrlay8XI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9MvgmXpAuoE/s1600-h/Holbein-death.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SA6vrlay8XI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9MvgmXpAuoE/s320/Holbein-death.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192280583718498674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Everyday again around the same old end.&lt;br /&gt;Round and round walking, running, facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outside seems so empty from within,&lt;br /&gt;So square, so rigid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this jar is more than closed,&lt;br /&gt;And no air seem come for most&lt;br /&gt;Of those who venture share a glimpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So deny me, and this is where I end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the jar... inside the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see but not to touch or smell.&lt;br /&gt;To hear but not to taste or care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the glass, inside the jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go round the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;Never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like bottles.&lt;br /&gt;Just like bones.&lt;br /&gt;Just like bad old rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-6284855328876090801?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6284855328876090801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-hope-inside-jar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/6284855328876090801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/6284855328876090801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-hope-inside-jar.html' title='No Hope Inside the Jar (Dancing Bones)'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/SA6vrlay8XI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9MvgmXpAuoE/s72-c/Holbein-death.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-9077577074386074024</id><published>2008-04-01T09:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:21:58.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise Again</title><content type='html'>How many times must one fall to understand,&lt;br /&gt;Life has a way of driving even patient men wild...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again I rise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on to what I have,&lt;br /&gt;For it is the only thing left I can do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-9077577074386074024?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/9077577074386074024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/rise-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/9077577074386074024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R9Nkk-sJt_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/eB1jHGgyQxs/s320/wallpaper-1280x1024-007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175590983245084658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know the landscape that I see&lt;br /&gt;Growing up from one horizon to another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say love ain't fair,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am feeling just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if the sun comes out this way&lt;br /&gt;And you see it go the other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think this is not the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting, and won't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just won't stop waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-8003152018914299914?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R9Nkk-sJt_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/eB1jHGgyQxs/s72-c/wallpaper-1280x1024-007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-1885183810683484543</id><published>2008-03-05T10:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:04:34.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: Letters to Elise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R87NgGPpGwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-endqJsyAhA/s1600-h/00660_splash_2560x1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R87NgGPpGwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-endqJsyAhA/s320/00660_splash_2560x1600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174298973211007746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t have tears to hold back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I knew it from long ago&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That this would never be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The dream you wanted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I won’t say more, I’ll just smile,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because we obviously need more than this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But there’s nothing else we can really do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The chances were blown away when given&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now we stand in this aftermath with no meaning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hell, girl, neither of us wanted this,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But in the end, it’s all we have now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing left to stand for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-1885183810683484543?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1885183810683484543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/03/re-letters-to-elise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1885183810683484543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1885183810683484543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/03/re-letters-to-elise.html' title='RE: Letters to Elise'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R87NgGPpGwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-endqJsyAhA/s72-c/00660_splash_2560x1600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-7768418418244214453</id><published>2008-02-16T13:27:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:17:55.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Calling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R7jAj_IG4XI/AAAAAAAAAFM/it56BSn1NZ4/s1600-h/Adrops-2d17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R7jAj_IG4XI/AAAAAAAAAFM/it56BSn1NZ4/s320/Adrops-2d17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168092296881037682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came inside today to find my solitude again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;She is waiting day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;Waiting for me to stay awake in this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;And fall asleep again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Why so sudden so dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling me into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;Give me just a little soul &lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            /            &lt;/span&gt;To wrap again this dreams in hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I can’t find the reason&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           /             &lt;/span&gt;To live this dream this day apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me just one smile&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             /           &lt;/span&gt;And you’ll keep my heart tonight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to breath away your sorrows&lt;span style=""&gt; /              &lt;/span&gt;Tell me what went bad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me just some faith&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                    /    &lt;/span&gt;And I’ll break away fear and pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the sunrise&lt;span style=""&gt;                   /                &lt;/span&gt;My solitude awaits&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-7768418418244214453?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7768418418244214453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/02/whos-calling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7768418418244214453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7768418418244214453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2008/02/whos-calling.html' title='Who&apos;s Calling?'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R7jAj_IG4XI/AAAAAAAAAFM/it56BSn1NZ4/s72-c/Adrops-2d17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-4716796798940194765</id><published>2007-12-28T10:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T11:09:34.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time in Letters</title><content type='html'>Short months soon become a short year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quite ironically,&lt;br /&gt;That which you seek was found.&lt;br /&gt;Not as expected, but regardless of fate,&lt;br /&gt;It is what you wanted all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now claim your debt, time.&lt;br /&gt;Show your vastness to all.&lt;br /&gt;You never end, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way to stop you, to keep you right where I want.&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie if I asked?&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet, would I even dare ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break me a second like June states midyear.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to repay tenfold your presents.&lt;br /&gt;Coming stages will not be the same,&lt;br /&gt;Without the time I knew...&lt;br /&gt;Where time again I see through you and grasp nothing of your sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake me an hour like lunchtime forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why there is no joy when keeping your tracks.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will not be the same,&lt;br /&gt;Without the time I knew...&lt;br /&gt;Where time again I see through you and fail to see your purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take away a year like imprisonment steals life.&lt;br /&gt;What determination you hold when trying to escape?&lt;br /&gt;My cell will not be the same,&lt;br /&gt;Without the time I knew...&lt;br /&gt;Where time again I see through you and forget to take note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, when did you pass by?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-4716796798940194765?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4716796798940194765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/12/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4716796798940194765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4716796798940194765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/12/time.html' title='Time in Letters'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-5074696063563219122</id><published>2007-12-08T21:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:52:50.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R9IM8usJt9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5yfnJSlHOak/s1600-h/5oclockShadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R9IM8usJt9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5yfnJSlHOak/s320/5oclockShadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175213159267022802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would tell you a secret,&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would show my shadows,&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would ask you of your demons,&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would do much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is it that binds me today?&lt;br /&gt;For I know the truths that speed you.&lt;br /&gt;And yet I am unaware of the truths that slow me.&lt;br /&gt;Supervising an affair, never the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans and roads to take, of which I asked...&lt;br /&gt;None were replied.&lt;br /&gt;I did not understand...&lt;br /&gt;You wish to invest into a greater love...&lt;br /&gt;Placed so much in the line without reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking too much in so little time...&lt;br /&gt;Alas, you are brave one...&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I need to see more... I need to feel more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know... After time has passed...&lt;br /&gt;And yet you failed to notice...&lt;br /&gt;Now you know... After all this time...&lt;br /&gt;You closed the doors on your own...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-5074696063563219122?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5074696063563219122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/12/uncertainties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5074696063563219122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5074696063563219122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/12/uncertainties.html' title='Uncertainties'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R9IM8usJt9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5yfnJSlHOak/s72-c/5oclockShadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-2121637083457538661</id><published>2007-11-24T18:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T22:00:59.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R9IPPOsJt-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/hNzd15Kx2fE/s1600-h/sunflower1_xthumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R9IPPOsJt-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/hNzd15Kx2fE/s320/sunflower1_xthumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175215676117858274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently waiting... stalking with glances...&lt;br /&gt;Undressing with thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Anatomy', she said, 'is a passion of mine'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry lioness, reminds me of times forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;When the early knife still was sharp&lt;br /&gt;To unflesh the gallows in every gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, but she comes with demons of her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should she know the shadows that provoke me,&lt;br /&gt;Or the devils that implore me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is cursed just like I...&lt;br /&gt;But still her wounds go deeper than just the heart,&lt;br /&gt;And yet her fear is reluctant of acknowledgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will she ever see, will she ever know...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... oh yes... I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-2121637083457538661?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2121637083457538661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/11/sunflower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2121637083457538661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2121637083457538661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/11/sunflower.html' title='Sunflower'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R9IPPOsJt-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/hNzd15Kx2fE/s72-c/sunflower1_xthumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-3253879374951938783</id><published>2007-11-24T18:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:56:49.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Simply said:&lt;br /&gt;There are no words I could offer.&lt;br /&gt;No explanation that would comply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made up her mind...&lt;br /&gt;She made up her truth...&lt;br /&gt;Her fears rendered the reality she so much despised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no true bond when fear is met&lt;br /&gt;And repetition inevitably kills it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like oceans break the stone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like wounds bleed undone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made up her story...&lt;br /&gt;She made up her reasons...&lt;br /&gt;Her fears rendered the thoughts that I portrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no reason to salvage it&lt;br /&gt;Even if hope still remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a broken sword...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a shattered hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply said:&lt;br /&gt;There are none...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-3253879374951938783?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3253879374951938783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/11/her-story.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/3253879374951938783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/3253879374951938783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/11/her-story.html' title='Her Story'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-791226413348983972</id><published>2007-11-16T01:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:47:14.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R0jFRWSes_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/EtkOrNCJL9g/s1600-h/rubbertree-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R0jFRWSes_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/EtkOrNCJL9g/s320/rubbertree-1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136572276847588338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are issues left behind, used matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shift from white to black,&lt;br /&gt;No gray in the middle, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul seems darker than before.&lt;br /&gt;At least it matches, it figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is patience and thought:&lt;br /&gt;True for truth-seekers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An almost empty box.&lt;br /&gt;Almost empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one match is needed only... to light it all in flames...&lt;br /&gt;And send the gray shadows away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-791226413348983972?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/791226413348983972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/11/gray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/791226413348983972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/791226413348983972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/11/gray.html' title='Gray'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/R0jFRWSes_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/EtkOrNCJL9g/s72-c/rubbertree-1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-1358327465050871143</id><published>2007-11-02T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T07:23:01.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When They Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Ryx1hgSwmPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PSYgG7zxp7M/s1600-h/earthwithhaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Ryx1hgSwmPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PSYgG7zxp7M/s320/earthwithhaze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128603294132902130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deception for the faithful,&lt;br /&gt;I steer a ship with no bearings.&lt;br /&gt;If a friend's calling one can't take,&lt;br /&gt;Escaping is the only mean of running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the deeper in the trace I fall,&lt;br /&gt;The easier it lingers on my soul.&lt;br /&gt;And, alas, my soul cannot be fooled,&lt;br /&gt;Be it by others or myself,&lt;br /&gt;When the calling was not my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dealing with my darkness,&lt;br /&gt;I hear truths of sadness...&lt;br /&gt;No loss, I say.  For me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the air that comes with each breath,&lt;br /&gt;The toxins that enter here and there.&lt;br /&gt;They shout... they proclaim...&lt;br /&gt;Alas, today is simply another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when your friends can't see the day,&lt;br /&gt;And shadow down the unfitting path,&lt;br /&gt;There are no words one can share&lt;br /&gt;Which will deny the haunting they cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear their words, but can't relate.&lt;br /&gt;The punishment was not theirs,&lt;br /&gt;And the release is the truth we all will face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I am numbed... I am numbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-1358327465050871143?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1358327465050871143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-they-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1358327465050871143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1358327465050871143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-they-leave.html' title='When They Leave'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Ryx1hgSwmPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PSYgG7zxp7M/s72-c/earthwithhaze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-5998689760238670574</id><published>2007-10-30T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T07:11:32.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RzH99QSwmQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/v9_zXm8D7JA/s1600-h/reverie1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RzH99QSwmQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/v9_zXm8D7JA/s320/reverie1600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130160679339202818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all seem to treat life differently,&lt;br /&gt;And thus we all treat death differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why sadness is used&lt;br /&gt;For moments such as these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why feel that that something was taken away?&lt;br /&gt;If that person was not ours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I cold?  Or have I numbed my senses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel no loss, but I feel the loss others feel.&lt;br /&gt;That I cannot help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And strangely enough, that is the only pain I can sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still there are those who see the same as I,&lt;br /&gt;Have seen less than I,&lt;br /&gt;And will know less than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cry... they suffer... yet I remain untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in this spot before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I not see something they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why... I wonder if I'm holding something without knowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing, not feeling, not seeing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting here inside my box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-5998689760238670574?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5998689760238670574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-in-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5998689760238670574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5998689760238670574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-in-box.html' title='Life in a Box'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RzH99QSwmQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/v9_zXm8D7JA/s72-c/reverie1600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-1119213369224575161</id><published>2007-09-03T00:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:59:40.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Endlessly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rtuwhh0VQAI/AAAAAAAAADI/cXadWqiudN4/s1600-h/51fantasy-image01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rtuwhh0VQAI/AAAAAAAAADI/cXadWqiudN4/s320/51fantasy-image01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105868692614627330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a part of me you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll never show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly I'll give you everything&lt;br /&gt;But I won't give you up&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you down&lt;br /&gt;And I won't leave you falling&lt;br /&gt;If the moment ever comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's plain to see it's trying to speak&lt;br /&gt;Cherished dreams forever asleep&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly I'll give you everything&lt;br /&gt;But I won't give you up&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you down&lt;br /&gt;And I won't leave you falling&lt;br /&gt;If the moment ever comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly I'll give you everything&lt;br /&gt;But I won't give you up&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you down&lt;br /&gt;And I won't leave you falling&lt;br /&gt;But the moment never comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-1119213369224575161?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1119213369224575161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/09/endlessly.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1119213369224575161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1119213369224575161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/09/endlessly.html' title='Endlessly'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rtuwhh0VQAI/AAAAAAAAADI/cXadWqiudN4/s72-c/51fantasy-image01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-2602972448345993308</id><published>2007-08-25T17:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T13:28:09.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestone Zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RtHS6R0VP_I/AAAAAAAAADA/driZTnSItBQ/s1600-h/symphony_xthumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RtHS6R0VP_I/AAAAAAAAADA/driZTnSItBQ/s320/symphony_xthumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103091751444627442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We shared a thought&lt;br /&gt;With no sun shining through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced to shadows&lt;br /&gt;That said we never could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always worked in unison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set the knife in motion&lt;br /&gt;And she plunged it deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within&lt;br /&gt;Darkening me&lt;br /&gt;Blinding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confusing not being able to measure&lt;br /&gt;But knowing that something was lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's painful not being able to stop the flow&lt;br /&gt;And see how the pieces are set back to where they started&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what truly was lost when put back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Milestone Zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we had been so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Where all began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-2602972448345993308?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2602972448345993308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/08/milestone-zero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2602972448345993308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2602972448345993308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/08/milestone-zero.html' title='Milestone Zero'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RtHS6R0VP_I/AAAAAAAAADA/driZTnSItBQ/s72-c/symphony_xthumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-5082632218796334900</id><published>2007-08-09T01:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T01:21:04.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rrq9U0854lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/x7WamptgcSE/s1600-h/summerwood1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rrq9U0854lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/x7WamptgcSE/s400/summerwood1600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096594093832266322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step...&lt;br /&gt;Still too scared to take a second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight follows when I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to call, but I hear no answer.&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder how lost I've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step...&lt;br /&gt;Still too dark to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visions and memories of broken dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A path yonder lies surrounded with shadows.&lt;br /&gt;There is only one way to find out where it leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step...&lt;br /&gt;Something inside still won't move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passing breeze leaves me behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This darkness is not my homeland.&lt;br /&gt;This silence is not my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step...&lt;br /&gt;It's all that I need...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-5082632218796334900?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5082632218796334900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-step.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5082632218796334900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5082632218796334900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-step.html' title='One Step'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rrq9U0854lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/x7WamptgcSE/s72-c/summerwood1600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-4867822483597862644</id><published>2007-07-01T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T00:58:40.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Towards the End of the Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RohEuL3-_3I/AAAAAAAAACc/zcoDYBWJhVQ/s1600-h/023d-fantastics-pioneersB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RohEuL3-_3I/AAAAAAAAACc/zcoDYBWJhVQ/s320/023d-fantastics-pioneersB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082387739739881330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If while night sailing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moon comes shining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find no reason to feel sadness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If while soul dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End comes wanting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm air will surely blow madness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If while joy waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate grants you flavoured thrilling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are undoubtly meant to break the stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sail away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the Ends of the Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-4867822483597862644?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4867822483597862644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/07/towards-end-of-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4867822483597862644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4867822483597862644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/07/towards-end-of-sea.html' title='Towards the End of the Sea'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RohEuL3-_3I/AAAAAAAAACc/zcoDYBWJhVQ/s72-c/023d-fantastics-pioneersB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-5667223774166512284</id><published>2007-06-30T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:15:47.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiral Draw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RocA7b3-_2I/AAAAAAAAACU/7HrwB6bce-k/s1600-h/3-1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RocA7b3-_2I/AAAAAAAAACU/7HrwB6bce-k/s320/3-1600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082031725605748578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grab a pen and place the rhythm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words will flow into the hurts of the past&lt;br /&gt;To let the grace be shown to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where throughts betray&lt;br /&gt;And yet escape from it's inner cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come pray with me.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much healing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world contain between voice and drum,&lt;br /&gt;Changing to the certain light of cruel findings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the spiral revolution that springs unraveling phrases into armony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come play with me.&lt;br /&gt;  There's so much destruction to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow and be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;My words behold your mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-5667223774166512284?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5667223774166512284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/06/spiral-draw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5667223774166512284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5667223774166512284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/06/spiral-draw.html' title='Spiral Draw'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RocA7b3-_2I/AAAAAAAAACU/7HrwB6bce-k/s72-c/3-1600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-7120426638385571795</id><published>2007-06-06T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:15:59.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RmcjeSR-lpI/AAAAAAAAABk/glnUjAXzivc/s1600-h/Ascending.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RmcjeSR-lpI/AAAAAAAAABk/glnUjAXzivc/s320/Ascending.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073062508466443922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I sense you so close,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't touch you even if I reach out.&lt;br /&gt;But even if I can't reach,&lt;br /&gt;There are things that remain in my heart, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived at the same time and saw the same things.&lt;br /&gt;As long as we remember that,&lt;br /&gt;We can believe that we are one even if we are far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep running, for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Because I should reach what I seek if I keep running."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Shirou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-7120426638385571795?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7120426638385571795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/06/fate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7120426638385571795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7120426638385571795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/06/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RmcjeSR-lpI/AAAAAAAAABk/glnUjAXzivc/s72-c/Ascending.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-2553263489958583960</id><published>2007-06-06T00:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:47:57.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 25th Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RmcnfCR-lqI/AAAAAAAAABs/_iEOAcsZkdg/s1600-h/3d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RmcnfCR-lqI/AAAAAAAAABs/_iEOAcsZkdg/s320/3d4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073066919397856930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound fondly flows down below underneath the glow,&lt;br /&gt;Only shadows within shadows of running rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tic goes the clock, the hour to reborn had come.&lt;br /&gt;This is the night where the heartbeat echoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step from the edge, one foot from the grave.&lt;br /&gt;The wave comes forth and the jump is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fall so gracefully with outstretched arms.&lt;br /&gt;To down take with force such a spec of trust&lt;br /&gt;And separate a damned body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ...from a free soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, a death foretold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still below no secret bestowed,&lt;br /&gt;No grave filled and no tear spilled...&lt;br /&gt;Only curse suppressed and rage undone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake ends make Death seem less&lt;br /&gt;When embracing all as one's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free falling, free choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say,&lt;br /&gt;I took them as my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-2553263489958583960?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2553263489958583960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/06/25th-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2553263489958583960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2553263489958583960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/06/25th-hour.html' title='The 25th Hour'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RmcnfCR-lqI/AAAAAAAAABs/_iEOAcsZkdg/s72-c/3d4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-4078275535003025648</id><published>2007-05-09T01:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T02:14:46.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He Who Sits Beside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RkGCqZV48TI/AAAAAAAAABc/gTDez0UuDdA/s1600-h/water-flame-fantasy01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RkGCqZV48TI/AAAAAAAAABc/gTDez0UuDdA/s320/water-flame-fantasy01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062471121009963314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;He is not human... That was a choice made by himself alone.&lt;br /&gt;He has no heart... That was a choice  he forged with deep wounds.&lt;br /&gt;He cannot feel... That was a choice he took for his own.&lt;br /&gt;He cannot die... That was a curse he won with his youth.&lt;br /&gt;He broke all trust... That was a bond he did not ask.&lt;br /&gt;He crushed your damned soul... Without feeling remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew all along... He knew all along...&lt;br /&gt;That the shadow was emerging from his own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence... it is until now you realise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity... is for the humans...&lt;br /&gt;Judgment... is for the gods...&lt;br /&gt;And Freewill... is for the taking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-4078275535003025648?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4078275535003025648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/05/he-who-sits-beside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4078275535003025648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/4078275535003025648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/05/he-who-sits-beside.html' title='He Who Sits Beside'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RkGCqZV48TI/AAAAAAAAABc/gTDez0UuDdA/s72-c/water-flame-fantasy01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-5523941693473021570</id><published>2007-05-05T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T01:28:24.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs for the Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RkF4D5V48SI/AAAAAAAAABU/-qrGobViKz4/s1600-h/chikusei1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RkF4D5V48SI/AAAAAAAAABU/-qrGobViKz4/s320/chikusei1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062459464468721954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drums had begun the rhythm that cannot be undone.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the echo, hear the song, hear the image then shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas the four play at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the spirit into the netherworld,&lt;br /&gt;Into the shadow from where darkness dwells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They play for the morning's dawn,&lt;br /&gt;They play until the sun is born...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas the four play at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowing...&lt;br /&gt;Running...&lt;br /&gt;Showing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crescent beating subsides,&lt;br /&gt;For minutes to pass hours, for hours to pass minutes...&lt;br /&gt;Darkness dwells amongst the chords of hellish delight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas the four play at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me a word of reason...&lt;br /&gt;Just one word...&lt;br /&gt;One word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word!  To recall while I sleep...&lt;br /&gt;To remember when I meet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas the four play at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-5523941693473021570?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5523941693473021570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/05/songs-for-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5523941693473021570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/5523941693473021570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/05/songs-for-living.html' title='Songs for the Living'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RkF4D5V48SI/AAAAAAAAABU/-qrGobViKz4/s72-c/chikusei1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-1983476835522797804</id><published>2007-04-01T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T18:11:49.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiders and Snakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RoRN3L3-_yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5jdeiXuP5G0/s1600-h/Spider.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RoRN3L3-_yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5jdeiXuP5G0/s320/Spider.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081271890056511266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed and wondering the inside soul,&lt;br /&gt;Heavy black gloves came close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tickle down my spine,&lt;br /&gt;A numbing bewildered smoke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows passing by, ashes arising every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the hunter seeking prey,&lt;br /&gt;Face to face they met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering spirits they were,&lt;br /&gt;Thundering glances they exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mere words were left only&lt;br /&gt;And the intension was killed instead of prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a reason.&lt;br /&gt;There was my resolution.&lt;br /&gt;There was my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy World 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-1983476835522797804?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1983476835522797804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/04/spiders-and-snakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1983476835522797804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1983476835522797804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/04/spiders-and-snakes.html' title='Spiders and Snakes'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RoRN3L3-_yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5jdeiXuP5G0/s72-c/Spider.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-3826199202956426653</id><published>2007-03-26T01:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:39:46.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless Nights, Building Dreams in the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rgd2Aj9da9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/nDVIB_PPY-4/s1600-h/vigil1920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rgd2Aj9da9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/nDVIB_PPY-4/s320/vigil1920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046131659517029330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watch her work the stairway&lt;br /&gt;That naked feature shining down on her...&lt;br /&gt;It feels she's so far away&lt;br /&gt;Watching me just as I watch her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless nights, building dreams in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood stained fingers tend to create&lt;br /&gt;Trusted hopes that linger without fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could speak my mind to steal her glance&lt;br /&gt;Or invoke a lion of dreamlike thought,&lt;br /&gt;Just to look deep within her eye once&lt;br /&gt;And show the prey that had been caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless nights, build me dreams in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-3826199202956426653?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3826199202956426653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/03/restless-nights-building-dreams-in-dark.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/3826199202956426653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/3826199202956426653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/03/restless-nights-building-dreams-in-dark.html' title='Restless Nights, Building Dreams in the Dark'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rgd2Aj9da9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/nDVIB_PPY-4/s72-c/vigil1920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-2860765184956176426</id><published>2007-03-14T02:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:15:56.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Came Upon Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rgf-RD9da-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/aTuG4Y1oQMo/s1600-h/gazebo2k3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rgf-RD9da-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/aTuG4Y1oQMo/s320/gazebo2k3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046281476566248418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Stranded, the tide was moving in.&lt;br /&gt;Lifted the covers overhead&lt;br /&gt;And away the new sun was rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window had been opened.&lt;br /&gt;The fire had long been burning.&lt;br /&gt;The sand was clear... for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven brought down upon us,&lt;br /&gt;Just to dream of the afterlife&lt;br /&gt;While we were awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, guardian of the fiery wood&lt;br /&gt;Saluting the star painted sky.&lt;br /&gt;Play us a song to ease the madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recall the earthly night&lt;br /&gt;Would be to bring the sweet delight,&lt;br /&gt;That places pure of devilish fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still echo with silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Esterillos March 2007 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-2860765184956176426?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2860765184956176426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/03/heaven-came-upon-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2860765184956176426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/2860765184956176426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/03/heaven-came-upon-us.html' title='Heaven Came Upon Us'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rgf-RD9da-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/aTuG4Y1oQMo/s72-c/gazebo2k3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-3705392845704731748</id><published>2007-02-13T01:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T12:03:16.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beating Figures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rd8r7ZKqcII/AAAAAAAAAAk/RaTLWf6HaW4/s1600-h/00716_freeze_1600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rd8r7ZKqcII/AAAAAAAAAAk/RaTLWf6HaW4/s320/00716_freeze_1600x1200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034791207791390850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spoke in words of longing,&lt;br /&gt;Did I answered in phrases of joy?&lt;br /&gt;It was simply heartbeats flowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot recall the day I felt,&lt;br /&gt;You could not remember either...&lt;br /&gt;Frozen iron ready to hammer and smelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now hear deep within the gorge:&lt;br /&gt;Work it, I say, Master smith!&lt;br /&gt;Bring together these dreams and forge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumming... the echo goes forth running...&lt;br /&gt;Up the river, down the hills,&lt;br /&gt;Yet aforegoing to spend the silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So typical to those forgetful,&lt;br /&gt;In their human nature,&lt;br /&gt;To avoid remembering, to free their pores,&lt;br /&gt;From those bad old deals, we all tend to come pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did she speak words of longing?&lt;br /&gt;I answered with phrases of gold...&lt;br /&gt;They were worlds colliding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One another into a heightened other.&lt;br /&gt;She spoke, I walked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened...&lt;br /&gt;She followed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-3705392845704731748?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rd8r7ZKqcII/AAAAAAAAAAk/RaTLWf6HaW4/s72-c/00716_freeze_1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-1395667228466517376</id><published>2007-02-12T02:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:42:16.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shame No Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RdAm45KqcHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nF61AaFGoKQ/s1600-h/CenturionRage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RdAm45KqcHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nF61AaFGoKQ/s320/CenturionRage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030563542632919154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today the voice was heard...&lt;br /&gt;It came when the thought was unleashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative destruction at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there is an art in picturing,&lt;br /&gt;In planning...&lt;br /&gt;In knowing, what can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something must have heard the thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, so deaf I am... so ignorant...&lt;br /&gt;Withdrew the focus as it spoke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never will I know the message.&lt;br /&gt;Never will I know the means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment passed without a quote to stand upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-1395667228466517376?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1395667228466517376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/02/shame-no-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1395667228466517376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/1395667228466517376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/02/shame-no-quote.html' title='A Shame No Quote'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/RdAm45KqcHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nF61AaFGoKQ/s72-c/CenturionRage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-7915734755068714635</id><published>2007-02-11T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:41:25.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Ever Step Aside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rc_v9pKqcGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cmGQ74Vqv80/s1600-h/Foam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Rc_v9pKqcGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cmGQ74Vqv80/s320/Foam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030503151097770082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you could shift the tides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could make the river run backwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could stop the rain from falling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever step aside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let it all flow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-7915734755068714635?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7915734755068714635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/02/would-you-ever-step-aside.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7915734755068714635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/7915734755068714635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/3291/320/131022/tendrils.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't stop,&lt;br /&gt;The flow continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts betray,&lt;br /&gt;Angels wither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hostile acts scar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marks for the brave,&lt;br /&gt;Punishment for the penitent,&lt;br /&gt;Rage for the vengeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                       - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tears can Tear Tissue&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-117074342904871234?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/117074342904871234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/02/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/117074342904871234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/117074342904871234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts (The Flow)'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-117074279343654572</id><published>2007-02-06T00:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:19:53.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait and Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/3291/1600/492214/SplashGraphite1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/3291/320/480909/SplashGraphite1024x768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Listening in the presence of the Horizon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No demon speaks or walks..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all...&lt;br /&gt;I am the riddles of a shaken mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those, which sometimes you hear.&lt;br /&gt;Whispers near the river, flowing constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching word by word a way to sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting calmly the solitude of the shore,&lt;br /&gt;The dancing grace of sandy waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the coming of the tide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing news it always tells of stories&lt;br /&gt;From distant lands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh riddles of color-mind,&lt;br /&gt;What next shall you spring to life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-117074279343654572?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/117074279343654572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/02/wait-and-listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/117074279343654572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/117074279343654572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/02/wait-and-listen.html' title='Wait and Listen'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-117006290748898938</id><published>2007-01-29T01:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:20:25.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Hearts and Tides</title><content type='html'>She came to me when I was there already.&lt;br /&gt;She left, and I was then alone.&lt;br /&gt;She came again to keep a promise.&lt;br /&gt;She was there again to live the dream.&lt;br /&gt;She finally came to see the truth...&lt;br /&gt;Now... she waits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-117006290748898938?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/117006290748898938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/01/tides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/117006290748898938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/117006290748898938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2007/01/tides.html' title='Of Hearts and Tides'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-116668090147479160</id><published>2006-12-20T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:57:17.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Live to Drink Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/3291/1600/453830/Soul_Existence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/3291/320/837930/Soul_Existence.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dissolving through the mist of my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I came to banish my exile...&lt;br /&gt;This was the word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the middle of the river there is a boat.&lt;br /&gt;Uncharted lights make it easier to the Free Lands,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever truth comes friendly, as it should.&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice in the sense that maybe you can still feel it,&lt;br /&gt;That transparent darkness in which you float.&lt;br /&gt;For in it's absence, how would you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the limit of these two bands.&lt;br /&gt;Again will prevail the center force -&lt;br /&gt;The balanced rhythm of gentle beatings.&lt;br /&gt;Each breath, the flowing will then continues,&lt;br /&gt;Sliding aside of many sleepers; Dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;All this, bordering the shores of distance lands.&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to you&lt;br /&gt;Or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you remember such a searching thrill?&lt;br /&gt;Of truth be told and unlocking reason?&lt;br /&gt;How delicate should this plated present be bestowed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this from the heavy vaults of well kept secrecy,&lt;br /&gt;And share the reasons why the river still flows serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come drink from my glass...&lt;br /&gt;This water is for you&lt;br /&gt;And me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-116668090147479160?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/116668090147479160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-live-to-drink-water.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/116668090147479160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/116668090147479160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-live-to-drink-water.html' title='We Live to Drink Water'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-116642424172304978</id><published>2006-12-18T00:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:48:48.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>After Ten Nights of Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/3291/1600/908451/trinity2k2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/3291/320/592218/trinity2k2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got to be stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got to take the blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got to let yourself know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When a thousand phrases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get to mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The trust gets broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never to reopen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To feel sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As cruel as you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your voice I won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When a thousand phrases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get to mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The trust simply gets broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never to long again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are to blame for this disgrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You alone have fallen long from grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What was left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Came to be my silent torment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You seemed to have never asked yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why I'm chasing you behind stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why I am dreaming lost in your eyes...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Friend, your sorrow I felt -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-116642424172304978?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/116642424172304978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2006/12/after-ten-nights-of-dreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/116642424172304978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/116642424172304978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2006/12/after-ten-nights-of-dreaming.html' title='After Ten Nights of Dreaming'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-116642331005487532</id><published>2006-12-18T00:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:28:30.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide from Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And who I'm I to doubt a dream,&lt;br /&gt;If no difference will it make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice cannot tell what take&lt;br /&gt;And what leave untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who I'm I to break a will,&lt;br /&gt;As if it were my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I'll learn to feel&lt;br /&gt;Between that simple noise&lt;br /&gt;And that line to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I must confess...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I was... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-116642331005487532?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/116642331005487532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2006/12/hide-from-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/116642331005487532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/3291/320/651833/avalanche.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Hear how my heart feeds...&lt;br /&gt;...No innocence is for certain...&lt;br /&gt;...Life can tell you that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It's your wound that one that bleeds...&lt;br /&gt;...I never decided to climb the mountain...&lt;br /&gt;...And I'm happy leaving it just like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you know, that I may want to know?&lt;br /&gt;Ask me what warmth can I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Up there, only the icy wind can blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what I want to hear...&lt;br /&gt;Is that how it goes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a returning sense of the landscape&lt;br /&gt;How can I let you run loose...&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet emotion, where to you wish take me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bending the sound to fill the silence&lt;br /&gt;I heard your voice,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a coincidence and it wasn't fate either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement these news bring I can't deny,&lt;br /&gt;But hope becomes less cheap each day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spawn of my own,&lt;br /&gt;Look at the chaos that you brought upon the land!&lt;br /&gt;Look how the land embraces you!&lt;br /&gt;They adore you...&lt;br /&gt;They claim you as their own...&lt;br /&gt;But have they ever stopped to question,&lt;br /&gt;Where do you come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why they call it hope...&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why...&lt;br /&gt;They call it hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-116642218938594830?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/116642218938594830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-chaos-and-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/116642218938594830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/116642218938594830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-chaos-and-hope.html' title='Of Chaos and Hope'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-116551578956319705</id><published>2006-12-07T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:48:03.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/3291/1600/908128/alien-fractal-plasma-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/3291/320/986716/alien-fractal-plasma-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cough&lt;br /&gt;I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Cry&lt;br /&gt;She breathes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now days will be measured&lt;br /&gt;With years progressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this green fur that&lt;br /&gt;Coats my body -&lt;br /&gt;Imprisons my blood&lt;br /&gt;Imprisons my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will leave soon&lt;br /&gt;I will live soon&lt;br /&gt;Broken down inside&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down each stride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday brings it closer&lt;br /&gt;A moment of clarity&lt;br /&gt;A sight to take note of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-116551578956319705?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/116551578956319705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2006/12/soon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/116551578956319705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/116551578956319705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2006/12/soon.html' title='Soon'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-116520936426146589</id><published>2006-12-03T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:59:20.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance 'Round the Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/3291/1600/453740/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/3291/320/178226/red.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shall it fill me up with such grace&lt;br /&gt;For a few days&lt;br /&gt;To see your face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance,&lt;br /&gt;"Put the fire! All around!"&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn,&lt;br /&gt;Bring the flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning lights every face&lt;br /&gt;In every sense&lt;br /&gt;Every pace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come down, no disgrace&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding&lt;br /&gt;In this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash me clean in one phrase&lt;br /&gt;Waving waters&lt;br /&gt;Sins ablaze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance,&lt;br /&gt;Let the lake run dry&lt;br /&gt;Fill me up 'til I cap&lt;br /&gt;Like watered wet white sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the shore...&lt;br /&gt;To the sea...&lt;br /&gt;Into that great dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-116520936426146589?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/116520936426146589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2006/12/dance-round-fire.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/116520936426146589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/116520936426146589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2006/12/dance-round-fire.html' title='Dance &apos;Round the Fire'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-116341057082648396</id><published>2006-11-13T03:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:31:43.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Tune Cannot Be Heard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/3291/1600/sunflower_xthumb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/3291/320/sunflower_xthumb.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bone stiff weariness strikes me down,&lt;br /&gt;On to the floor...&lt;br /&gt;On to the cold wood...&lt;br /&gt;The tune can still be heard,&lt;br /&gt;Chords still ringing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fast one seems to catch the idea,&lt;br /&gt;And so slow it manages to slip away.&lt;br /&gt;If ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding past death feeling somewhat empty?&lt;br /&gt;Should it be another who drinks this water&lt;br /&gt;And not the thirst of injured tongue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please just laugh with me.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know it's still within the limits of reason.&lt;br /&gt;That the honest makes nothing in a dishonest realm.&lt;br /&gt;And that even the best can't win all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour, one minute... turn around, one second now.&lt;br /&gt;It's gone. Like the past twenty years.&lt;br /&gt;Where did it go... the rhythm...&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear it, but I can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the question of where we are going,&lt;br /&gt;But more striking the absence of the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;North sound comes forth.&lt;br /&gt;Lend me an ear quick!&lt;br /&gt;And listen how my knees fall to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody dig this hole for now...&lt;br /&gt;I cannot finish my grave tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow maybe...&lt;br /&gt;When the rest come awake,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then I'll meet the slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no musician can tell the tale&lt;br /&gt;As no poet can play the tune.&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep for tonight...&lt;br /&gt;Let me dream for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I can still hear the music in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30650577-116341057082648396?l=poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/feeds/116341057082648396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-tune-cannot-be-heard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/116341057082648396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30650577/posts/default/116341057082648396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofthesolitarymind.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-tune-cannot-be-heard.html' title='When The Tune Cannot Be Heard'/><author><name>Bartlett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqxt-PDlP7o/Sbfy6_a2O8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/LB6h-dIgy6M/S220/M.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
