<?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-741163916232056977</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:38:04.755-04:00</updated><category term='The first thing I ever wrote.'/><category term='Intercourse is basic'/><title type='text'>Sherwood (Life) Leach- Poetry Lives</title><subtitle type='html'>Original Poems By Sherwood Leach</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-4763305846991969252</id><published>2009-06-11T15:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:05:46.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There is a constant war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Between the hearts and minds of self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Right and wrong is but a swinging door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Expendable people are the cost of wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So the rich get richer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And the poor pay for the loss of their health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lights and water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You would think that we would have lerned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;From our past mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But we're quick to get burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Moving slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thinking late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What we'll end up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Will be the hate we earned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What goes around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Comes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's the way the world turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-4763305846991969252?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/4763305846991969252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/06/right-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/4763305846991969252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/4763305846991969252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/06/right-thing.html' title='The Right Thing'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-28628867457570842</id><published>2009-04-16T00:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:58:20.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Light The Way”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In one of the darkest times of my life&lt;br /&gt; I realized that I was alone&lt;br /&gt; So I searched within&lt;br /&gt; For the source of light&lt;br /&gt; For I intended to make it my own&lt;br /&gt; Embracing fairness and honesty&lt;br /&gt; I emerged from conflict&lt;br /&gt; Weighted down with bags of bitterness&lt;br /&gt; Feeling for the lamb&lt;br /&gt; Left with the wolves in the wilderness&lt;br /&gt; For us it is a slim chance&lt;br /&gt; That we will ever see tomorrow&lt;br /&gt; Knowing that it takes prayer and support to change a person&lt;br /&gt; From sinful too sinless&lt;br /&gt; Confronted by life’s pain&lt;br /&gt; A rewarding but hurtful tenderness&lt;br /&gt; Having experience and scars to gain&lt;br /&gt; I began questioning myself&lt;br /&gt; Living with fruits, nuts&lt;br /&gt; And insensitive souls&lt;br /&gt; One can easily be fooled&lt;br /&gt; Into being a fool&lt;br /&gt; In a world that fails&lt;br /&gt; To measure up to the ruler&lt;br /&gt; Can I unravel my spirit from the tangled souls&lt;br /&gt; That clog the darkened roads we travel&lt;br /&gt; Starring at the stars in the night&lt;br /&gt; Wishing that I was like them&lt;br /&gt; Specs of light&lt;br /&gt; On a straight and narrow&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/741163916232056977-28628867457570842?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/28628867457570842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/light-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/28628867457570842'/><link 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fills me up inside&lt;br /&gt; Your vow of friendship&lt;br /&gt; Has been true&lt;br /&gt; With good surprise&lt;br /&gt; Cherry smile&lt;br /&gt; With your style&lt;br /&gt; I know you could be my bride&lt;br /&gt; Because in no time&lt;br /&gt; You’ve taken my waters&lt;br /&gt; From low to high tide&lt;br /&gt; Even though we have polar views&lt;br /&gt; You have respected my black pride&lt;br /&gt; From a different world you have come&lt;br /&gt; Confronting issues that most would run from&lt;br /&gt; You have been good to me from the start&lt;br /&gt; So for you there is nothing that I won’t do&lt;br /&gt; From my heart&lt;br /&gt; You have done so much for me&lt;br /&gt; In just a little while&lt;br /&gt; More then most of the people&lt;br /&gt; I’ve know my whole lifetime&lt;br /&gt; And your genuine concern&lt;br /&gt; For those you don’t know&lt;br /&gt; Was a definite sign of love&lt;br /&gt; That you unconsciously showed&lt;br /&gt; And I know&lt;br /&gt; That you would never deny&lt;br /&gt; The ties that bind&lt;br /&gt; Unlike most who discriminate&lt;br /&gt; And categorize with differences&lt;br /&gt; I was surprised&lt;br /&gt; When I realized&lt;br /&gt; That view wasn’t in your eyes&lt;br /&gt; I should have known&lt;br /&gt; When I first saw your cherry smile&lt;br /&gt; Never forget Jeanine&lt;br /&gt; That you are a star on high&lt;br /&gt;In my eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-6980662922213662827?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/6980662922213662827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-friend-cherry-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6980662922213662827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6980662922213662827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-friend-cherry-smile.html' title='“A True Friend (Cherry Smile)”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-4290322939381280686</id><published>2009-04-16T00:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:46:28.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Why Do I Want To Go To A Bar”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When sitting at a bar Miller Time&lt;br /&gt; Not drinking&lt;br /&gt; But thinking on a high&lt;br /&gt; I realized what was common&lt;br /&gt; Among these people with red eyes&lt;br /&gt; Rising higher then the sky&lt;br /&gt; It crossed my mind&lt;br /&gt; Sitting on the inside of the bar&lt;br /&gt; Where we try to hide&lt;br /&gt; Who we really are&lt;br /&gt; And display the affects&lt;br /&gt; That liquor has on the inside&lt;br /&gt; Leaving the body scarred&lt;br /&gt; Higher and higher&lt;br /&gt; We try to fly&lt;br /&gt; Until we go to far&lt;br /&gt; And come crashing to the ground&lt;br /&gt; As I stared at them&lt;br /&gt; It felt strange&lt;br /&gt; I was the only one around&lt;br /&gt; That wasn’t knocking them down&lt;br /&gt; So I sat back to observe&lt;br /&gt; And completely zoned out on the crowd&lt;br /&gt; It almost brought me to tears&lt;br /&gt; The way we act so wild when we’re here&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt; If under their big talk and laughter&lt;br /&gt; Lay regrets, turmoil&lt;br /&gt; And the denial of fear&lt;br /&gt; I’ve seen courage given to a coward&lt;br /&gt; In one glass of beer&lt;br /&gt; I have seen tenders and maids&lt;br /&gt; Serve the shamed pride&lt;br /&gt; And over in the corner&lt;br /&gt; A family was mourning&lt;br /&gt; Came the sounds of many sighs&lt;br /&gt; At the time&lt;br /&gt; I didn’t know why&lt;br /&gt; I couldn’t dare bring myself to ask&lt;br /&gt; Who?&lt;br /&gt; Or why?&lt;br /&gt; I didn’t think it would be fair&lt;br /&gt; But there sat a photo on which everyone stared&lt;br /&gt; Someone died&lt;br /&gt; Oh my 7od&lt;br /&gt; It was my friend&lt;br /&gt; Pierre&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the bar&lt;br /&gt; A woman drank herself to cry&lt;br /&gt; Then out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt; She started to swear&lt;br /&gt; And outside&lt;br /&gt; Brothers were fighting over nothing&lt;br /&gt; And no one seemed to care&lt;br /&gt; People would hurry&lt;br /&gt;At eleven thirty&lt;br /&gt; Just to get there&lt;br /&gt; To compound worries and burdens&lt;br /&gt; And weigh down the crosses they bare&lt;br /&gt;Filled was every chair&lt;br /&gt; And on every faces a different glare&lt;br /&gt;That spoke the words&lt;br /&gt;Their mouths didn’t share&lt;br /&gt; STRESSED OUT&lt;br /&gt; Isn’t that the reason why people go there?&lt;br /&gt;NO DOUBT&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/741163916232056977-4290322939381280686?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/4290322939381280686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-do-i-want-to-go-to-bar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/4290322939381280686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/4290322939381280686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-do-i-want-to-go-to-bar.html' title='“Why Do I Want To Go To A Bar”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-8516220347733244964</id><published>2009-04-16T00:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:39:28.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Oh Kay (B)”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you act negative&lt;br /&gt; Because of negatives in your past&lt;br /&gt; Then they become part of your soul&lt;br /&gt; Like words from our mouths&lt;br /&gt; And prayers from our thoughts&lt;br /&gt; Your spirit has left a lasting impression on me&lt;br /&gt; Painfully&lt;br /&gt;I think about you everyday&lt;br /&gt; And I want you to be Ok&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see that what we learn is our wealth?&lt;br /&gt; If not you will pay&lt;br /&gt;So live life righteously&lt;br /&gt;And repay yourself everyday&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate and still love you&lt;br /&gt;Oh Kay&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/741163916232056977-8516220347733244964?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/8516220347733244964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-kay-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/8516220347733244964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/8516220347733244964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-kay-b.html' title='“Oh Kay (B)”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-6269766908435351639</id><published>2009-04-16T00:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:33:55.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Oh Kay (A)”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you think of negatives from the past&lt;br /&gt; As if they exist today&lt;br /&gt; Then you add them on to the thoughts you keep&lt;br /&gt; Just like when you kneel and pray&lt;br /&gt;Your words on life&lt;br /&gt; Have left a lasting impression on me&lt;br /&gt; Permanently&lt;br /&gt; In my mind is where you stay&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we will be&lt;br /&gt; Oh Kay&lt;br /&gt; Can’t you see?&lt;br /&gt; That what you want for yourself&lt;br /&gt; You have to sometimes give away&lt;br /&gt; Doing the right thing&lt;br /&gt; Is the only way to live a healthy life&lt;br /&gt; Each and every day&lt;br /&gt; I remember&lt;br /&gt; And love you&lt;br /&gt; OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-6269766908435351639?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/6269766908435351639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-kay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6269766908435351639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6269766908435351639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-kay.html' title='“Oh Kay (A)”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-9173961132237367904</id><published>2009-04-16T00:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:25:15.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Embarrassed”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twisted knee under me&lt;br /&gt; Disagrees with my integrity&lt;br /&gt; Collapsed with doubt&lt;br /&gt; I tried to bell out&lt;br /&gt; But someone yelled&lt;br /&gt; “Look he fell”&lt;br /&gt; And my confidence did as well&lt;br /&gt; My twisted knee was done&lt;br /&gt; But the other one did come&lt;br /&gt; And helped me retrieve&lt;br /&gt; From what I believed was fatigue&lt;br /&gt;  Hoping twisted knee&lt;br /&gt; Would see the other’s dignity&lt;br /&gt; And learn from its loyalty&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want everyone to be&lt;br /&gt;Aware of the clumsiness in 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/741163916232056977-9173961132237367904?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/9173961132237367904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/embarrassed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/9173961132237367904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/9173961132237367904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/embarrassed.html' title='“Embarrassed”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-1489477111347678038</id><published>2009-04-16T00:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:07:58.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“When The Spirit Moves You”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone calls me dread&lt;br /&gt; Because my vision is so clear&lt;br /&gt; Pictures magnified in my mind&lt;br /&gt; With my eyes between the lines&lt;br /&gt; Hearing what was not said&lt;br /&gt; If I don’t&lt;br /&gt; Consider me blind&lt;br /&gt; Folding the cards I’m dealt&lt;br /&gt; Missing 7od’s signs&lt;br /&gt; Means His spirit is falsely felt&lt;br /&gt; And I will have had no scriptures read&lt;br /&gt; No kind of knowledge under my belt&lt;br /&gt; I’d have to wonder why I’m not dead&lt;br /&gt; Because I refuse to see&lt;br /&gt;And use my head&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/741163916232056977-1489477111347678038?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/1489477111347678038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-spirit-moves-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was set free from my cage&lt;br /&gt; When 7od made two&lt;br /&gt; The key was the rib&lt;br /&gt; That unlocked time for you&lt;br /&gt; And every time you give in to me&lt;br /&gt; A young bald ego comes through&lt;br /&gt; 7od knew then&lt;br /&gt; When creating men&lt;br /&gt; That two different natures&lt;br /&gt; Would have to give and bend&lt;br /&gt; So the yang of my yin&lt;br /&gt; Was released from within&lt;br /&gt; Flew from the depths of my soul&lt;br /&gt; Now the birthing process will begin&lt;br /&gt; With the duty of loving lives to send&lt;br /&gt; Beyond life’s heights&lt;br /&gt; To Him&lt;br /&gt; Submerged safely in the draft of your wing&lt;br /&gt; Beautiful black bird&lt;br /&gt; Together we will ascend&lt;br /&gt; We will transform from friends to kin&lt;br /&gt; You see&lt;br /&gt; You are so much more&lt;br /&gt; Than guts, rib or skin&lt;br /&gt; Only through our love&lt;br /&gt; Can any nation ever win&lt;br /&gt; Between man and woman&lt;br /&gt; Was made a pact&lt;br /&gt; That through selfishness&lt;br /&gt; We lack to defend&lt;br /&gt; So he uncaged love&lt;br /&gt; As only 7od can&lt;br /&gt; Just to see if love comes back again&lt;br /&gt;  And on this act&lt;br /&gt; All bonds do depend&lt;br /&gt;In this process some hearts do crack&lt;br /&gt; But true love will mend&lt;br /&gt;Any separation like that&lt;br /&gt;He wanted us to flock together&lt;br /&gt;We are birds from the same father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-4266806499497866080?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/4266806499497866080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-3229212009474698102</id><published>2009-04-11T02:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:50:38.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“What Do You Think”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He who has collected more than one piece of the whole&lt;br /&gt;Surely sees the most&lt;br /&gt;When drawing understanding from the scrolls&lt;br /&gt;With hopes of removing the belief&lt;br /&gt;That 7od is a ghost&lt;br /&gt;Surely we are not all convinced&lt;br /&gt;That 7od is spiritual&lt;br /&gt;And also our physical host&lt;br /&gt;Though it is the material over the spiritual&lt;br /&gt;That perpetuates the boast of most&lt;br /&gt;Inanimate objects lay dormant&lt;br /&gt;Air we use to breathe&lt;br /&gt;There’s one thing&lt;br /&gt;We can all agree on&lt;br /&gt;Man is what he truly believes&lt;br /&gt;“So Shall A Man Thinketh, So Shall He Be”&lt;br /&gt;The Christ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-3229212009474698102?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/3229212009474698102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/3229212009474698102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/3229212009474698102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-you-think.html' title='“What Do You Think”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-3491021966520758092</id><published>2009-04-11T02:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:10:01.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Cannabis MacGyver”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MacGyver can stretch a nickel&lt;br /&gt;So that it will last&lt;br /&gt;At home he settles into his high fast&lt;br /&gt;And at work&lt;br /&gt;Even faster&lt;br /&gt;A trip to the deck for enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;To meditate with a Dutch Master&lt;br /&gt;Even with no tools around&lt;br /&gt;Cornhusk for his trees can be found&lt;br /&gt;A mature bud from a field dense and dark&lt;br /&gt;Cures the ailments of the eyes, lungs and heart&lt;br /&gt;Metals, fruit and elements buried with the seeds&lt;br /&gt;Changes the flavor&lt;br /&gt;If it’s done from the start&lt;br /&gt;You will see him in the park&lt;br /&gt;With a cone shaped White Owl to spark&lt;br /&gt;He’s been sighted in the woods&lt;br /&gt;Toting weed licked in tree bark&lt;br /&gt;Rice paper or an onion leaf&lt;br /&gt;With nutmeg and honey&lt;br /&gt;In times when it was not cheap&lt;br /&gt;MacGyver obtained with no money&lt;br /&gt;He’d even stuff it all in a Great Adventure blunt&lt;br /&gt;Too most that would sound ridiculously funny&lt;br /&gt;But not to Cannabis&lt;br /&gt;Who smoked like the Energizer Bunny&lt;br /&gt;Out of an old tissue roll&lt;br /&gt;Along with some tin foil&lt;br /&gt;You could create a quick pipe&lt;br /&gt;If you know where to cut the holes&lt;br /&gt;And hold your fingers and mouth just right&lt;br /&gt;He sucked the air from a real skull’s bong&lt;br /&gt;Squinted eyes real silly&lt;br /&gt;With the likes of Cheech and Chong&lt;br /&gt;Serious reasoning with the dreads&lt;br /&gt;And smoked a chalice to the head&lt;br /&gt;His kind&lt;br /&gt;Anti-smokers can’t stand&lt;br /&gt;Bald heads the size of logs&lt;br /&gt;Catching a gun through the holes of his hands&lt;br /&gt;Camouflaging kill from sniff dogs&lt;br /&gt;When pulled over by the man&lt;br /&gt;So normal&lt;br /&gt;That they didn’t even notice&lt;br /&gt;The lit spliff in his right hand&lt;br /&gt;Music blaring&lt;br /&gt;Tinted windows&lt;br /&gt;A slow moving van&lt;br /&gt;Through road blocks and tolls&lt;br /&gt;Smoking that old Gold&lt;br /&gt;You may ask&lt;br /&gt;How and why I did it&lt;br /&gt;Most would never overstand&lt;br /&gt;I asked&lt;br /&gt;How could you not?&lt;br /&gt;Living in the city&lt;br /&gt;In the mind of a Rasta man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-3491021966520758092?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/3491021966520758092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/cannabis-macgyver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/3491021966520758092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/3491021966520758092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/cannabis-macgyver.html' title='“Cannabis MacGyver”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-8132759270757258346</id><published>2009-04-11T01:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:49:27.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Where Is The Garden”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earth’s orchard&lt;br /&gt;Timeless seed&lt;br /&gt;Perfect portrait&lt;br /&gt;Wild and free&lt;br /&gt;Children of His lordship&lt;br /&gt;Universal courtship&lt;br /&gt;Certainly a rarity&lt;br /&gt;An image of thee&lt;br /&gt;Treasure of endless bounty&lt;br /&gt;Immeasurable amounts of beauty&lt;br /&gt;Genuinely full of charity&lt;br /&gt;Life obtained its start from me&lt;br /&gt;Though I have been used&lt;br /&gt;Through out history&lt;br /&gt;The wealth of my lions is abundant&lt;br /&gt;Believe me&lt;br /&gt;It’s no mystery&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/741163916232056977-8132759270757258346?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/8132759270757258346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-is-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/8132759270757258346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/8132759270757258346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-is-garden.html' title='“Where Is The Garden”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-6120786608457808043</id><published>2009-04-09T00:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:14:59.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Where Is The Garden”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Earth’s orchard&lt;br /&gt;Timeless seed&lt;br /&gt;Perfect portrait&lt;br /&gt;Wild and free&lt;br /&gt;Children of His lordship&lt;br /&gt;Universal courtship&lt;br /&gt;Certainly a rarity&lt;br /&gt;An image of thee&lt;br /&gt;Treasure of endless bounty&lt;br /&gt;Immeasurable amounts of beauty&lt;br /&gt;Genuinely full of charity&lt;br /&gt;Life obtained its start from me&lt;br /&gt;Though I have been used&lt;br /&gt;Through out history&lt;br /&gt;The wealth of my lions is abundant&lt;br /&gt;Believe me&lt;br /&gt;It’s no mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-6120786608457808043?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/6120786608457808043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-is-garden_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7od gives me everything I want and need&lt;br /&gt;He gives me love and strength&lt;br /&gt;When my mind is filled with fear&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a piece of Him&lt;br /&gt;And love becomes me&lt;br /&gt;This is clear&lt;br /&gt;He shows me how to live&lt;br /&gt;Everyday that I am here&lt;br /&gt;I pray 7od stays near to me&lt;br /&gt;To feed my spiritual light&lt;br /&gt;So that I can lead my life&lt;br /&gt;And beautiful wife&lt;br /&gt;To life’s heights&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this world’s sights&lt;br /&gt;Cultivating my family’s seed&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;I know that He loves me&lt;br /&gt;For He gives me the peace of mind that I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-876399078037806176?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-1427195457918100079</id><published>2009-04-09T00:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:21:17.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Ego Fever”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This deadly virus attacks even the immune&lt;br /&gt;If you’re weak you’ll be prone&lt;br /&gt;To be thrown out of tune&lt;br /&gt;An infectious ego&lt;br /&gt;Affects even the meek&lt;br /&gt;We’re all tried and tested&lt;br /&gt;Each and every time we speak&lt;br /&gt;Be careful how you transmit&lt;br /&gt;Or you’ll catch a disease&lt;br /&gt;That is easy to get&lt;br /&gt;It spreads in epidemic proportions&lt;br /&gt;Through our emotions and desirers quick&lt;br /&gt;Hiding on the inside&lt;br /&gt;Having sane minds tricked&lt;br /&gt;Led by pride&lt;br /&gt;A dark star guiding the blind&lt;br /&gt;Instead of showing you who you really are&lt;br /&gt;Convinces you&lt;br /&gt;That you are of a different kind&lt;br /&gt;Ego trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-1427195457918100079?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/1427195457918100079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/ego-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/1427195457918100079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/1427195457918100079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/ego-fever.html' title='“Ego Fever”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-8881904465018853190</id><published>2009-04-09T00:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:25:45.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“He Always Did”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You always did your best&lt;br /&gt;In my mind you were unlike the rest&lt;br /&gt;From the moment we met&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts did connect&lt;br /&gt;Now I can look back in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And reflect on you&lt;br /&gt;Feeling happy that I have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;You saved me from abuse and neglect&lt;br /&gt;For you have my best interest to protect&lt;br /&gt;And because we both love Him&lt;br /&gt;He did select&lt;br /&gt;You and I for each other&lt;br /&gt;So we could find Him in one another&lt;br /&gt;In love&lt;br /&gt;And in His love&lt;br /&gt;Is where we live&lt;br /&gt;7od loves us completely&lt;br /&gt;He always did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-8881904465018853190?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/8881904465018853190/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-1548077293005650026</id><published>2009-04-09T00:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:24:12.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Burning Bush”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As I climbed her tall long brown trunk&lt;br /&gt;Drinking in her features&lt;br /&gt;Tasting the nectars of her fruits so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Eating her flesh&lt;br /&gt;Dropping seeds at her feet&lt;br /&gt;As she stretched forth her hands&lt;br /&gt;Yielding youth&lt;br /&gt;Blessing the world&lt;br /&gt;With women, men, berries and fruit&lt;br /&gt;Soaked in her sapped sweat&lt;br /&gt;I want to be apart of her&lt;br /&gt;With every chance that I get&lt;br /&gt;She becomes a stump&lt;br /&gt;When her earth is not wet&lt;br /&gt;And when man dumps and pollutes&lt;br /&gt;In the soil of her well seasoned roots&lt;br /&gt;Contaminating her with radiation&lt;br /&gt;Spoils our once deep foundation&lt;br /&gt;And weakens the fertility of our nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-1548077293005650026?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/1548077293005650026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/burning-bush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/1548077293005650026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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another&lt;br /&gt;In these times of despair&lt;br /&gt;Challenges us to be aware&lt;br /&gt;Of how we handle each other in care&lt;br /&gt;For the cross we bare&lt;br /&gt;Burdens us to be fair&lt;br /&gt;For we may be entertaining 7od unaware&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you see&lt;br /&gt;Someone giving you a cross-eyed stare&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be so quick to let your guns blare&lt;br /&gt;Out of fear&lt;br /&gt;Though it may be rare&lt;br /&gt;It could be 7od there&lt;br /&gt;So if you’re 7od fearing&lt;br /&gt;And hold his love dear&lt;br /&gt;If you believe his love is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Whether far or near&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that love is&lt;br /&gt;Giving and taking&lt;br /&gt;Energy bonded to share&lt;br /&gt;Whether we’re laughing&lt;br /&gt;Or shedding tears&lt;br /&gt;7od is always here&lt;br /&gt;Giving to us&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what we need&lt;br /&gt;According to our deeds&lt;br /&gt;So be careful how you entertain&lt;br /&gt;For you may be entertaining angels&lt;br /&gt;Take heed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-6352807737820571320?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/6352807737820571320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/entertainment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6352807737820571320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6352807737820571320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/entertainment.html' title='“Entertainment”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-4512344348243301646</id><published>2009-04-09T00:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:29:32.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Weeping Willow”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The willow is weeping&lt;br /&gt;My troubles have bloomed&lt;br /&gt;I slump and I sway&lt;br /&gt;And for a while now&lt;br /&gt;My leaves have been falling in June&lt;br /&gt;The wind moves&lt;br /&gt;And I loose&lt;br /&gt;Soon my fruits will be old and cold&lt;br /&gt;Although you may have already considered me ugly&lt;br /&gt;For all the times my sadness showed&lt;br /&gt;And it is sad to say&lt;br /&gt;Because no one knows&lt;br /&gt;And no one will notice&lt;br /&gt;Until my vegetation no longer grows&lt;br /&gt;No one will discern this change in me&lt;br /&gt;Imagine&lt;br /&gt;A suffering weeping willow tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-4512344348243301646?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/4512344348243301646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/weeping-willow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/4512344348243301646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/4512344348243301646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/weeping-willow.html' title='“Weeping Willow”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-5157866589086499511</id><published>2009-04-09T00:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:31:29.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Cover Up”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here we have Jealousy&lt;br /&gt;Fear, envy and hate&lt;br /&gt;Collectively in this country&lt;br /&gt;These are our united states&lt;br /&gt;Our chances decrease&lt;br /&gt;In this racist place&lt;br /&gt;Cancer covered by red tape&lt;br /&gt;In the belly of the beast&lt;br /&gt;Blind sheep at a wolf’s feast&lt;br /&gt;When I think of the things you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;Trying to destroy 7od’s son&lt;br /&gt;Through war and oppression&lt;br /&gt;Causing a reaction from the pressure&lt;br /&gt;You try to keep us on the run&lt;br /&gt;Systematically one by one&lt;br /&gt;Warm lives feel the heat&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from our people&lt;br /&gt;And brought to the city streets&lt;br /&gt;Stripped of native culture&lt;br /&gt;Bond in concrete&lt;br /&gt;Free labor&lt;br /&gt;And the acceptance of cruelty&lt;br /&gt;Imprisonment likely&lt;br /&gt;Death preferably&lt;br /&gt;With all the unheard voices&lt;br /&gt;And life threatening choices&lt;br /&gt;Enforces sex&lt;br /&gt;Drugs and violence&lt;br /&gt;And those who speak out&lt;br /&gt;You silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-5157866589086499511?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/5157866589086499511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/cover-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/5157866589086499511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/5157866589086499511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/cover-up.html' title='“Cover Up”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-4552274979398017855</id><published>2009-04-09T00:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:34:44.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Consciousness”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can feel the breath of 7od&lt;br /&gt;Blowing through the hollows of my bowels&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling in the tiny confinements of his room&lt;br /&gt;In this temple where I am housed&lt;br /&gt;Difficulties with being ones self&lt;br /&gt;Arouse concerns about our mental health&lt;br /&gt;Although the body is limited&lt;br /&gt;The mind has no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;I try not to move sinfully&lt;br /&gt;By doing righteousness mentally&lt;br /&gt;My ambition is to be helpful&lt;br /&gt;Genuinely&lt;br /&gt;Loving and caring continually&lt;br /&gt;98 positions of giving&lt;br /&gt;So that I can love living&lt;br /&gt;As a child&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts were conditioned&lt;br /&gt;Mentally imprisoned&lt;br /&gt;By society’s vision&lt;br /&gt;Of who and what I should be&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be happy to see&lt;br /&gt;Children growing up pressure free&lt;br /&gt;Although the world could never return&lt;br /&gt;The goods they stole from me&lt;br /&gt;But returning love to the world&lt;br /&gt;Would lift a burdening load&lt;br /&gt;And warm my cold soul&lt;br /&gt;For change is our only destiny&lt;br /&gt;Mind and body says invest in me&lt;br /&gt;We’ll carry you through you everyday problems&lt;br /&gt;With us you’ll live to the end of your journey&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies are important&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never get another&lt;br /&gt;So we must face life healthy&lt;br /&gt;Sisters and brothers&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid of change&lt;br /&gt;Or applying what’s been taught&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to rearrange priorities and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Though it might feel strange&lt;br /&gt;Lurking around every corner&lt;br /&gt;Lies fait&lt;br /&gt;No matter the road you take&lt;br /&gt;Know destiny waits&lt;br /&gt;Even though you always have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You have no time to hesitate&lt;br /&gt;When you hear 7od’s voice&lt;br /&gt;In the back of your mind&lt;br /&gt;Saying&lt;br /&gt;Make the right choice&lt;br /&gt;And walk a straight line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-4552274979398017855?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/4552274979398017855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/consciousness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/4552274979398017855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/4552274979398017855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/consciousness.html' title='“Consciousness”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-2445571470940668540</id><published>2009-04-09T00:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:36:49.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“My Love For Women Hurts Her”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fidelity festering an enormous generosity&lt;br /&gt;Endless possibilities&lt;br /&gt;Challenging rivals&lt;br /&gt;Mad sexy entities&lt;br /&gt;Masses of third degree hotties&lt;br /&gt;Bodies with jiggly asses&lt;br /&gt;Pulling my eyes with gravity&lt;br /&gt;That’s why my girl is always mad at me&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity killed the cootty cat&lt;br /&gt;Plus my ability to sustain&lt;br /&gt;My family’s trust and stability&lt;br /&gt;Although I try to hide&lt;br /&gt;Deceit and trickery&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want my baby to learn&lt;br /&gt;The proper way to cheat&lt;br /&gt;From me subconsciously&lt;br /&gt;Not even looking at daddy&lt;br /&gt;Yet following my eyes&lt;br /&gt;From the back seat&lt;br /&gt;On some old sneak peak&lt;br /&gt;As I scan both sides of the street&lt;br /&gt;Looking for clarity in faces&lt;br /&gt;Displaying traces of deceit&lt;br /&gt;In all the familiar places&lt;br /&gt;And although I look&lt;br /&gt;No one could fill my family’s spaces&lt;br /&gt;The women in my life mean more to me&lt;br /&gt;Then anything I’ll ever see&lt;br /&gt;Walking a beat&lt;br /&gt;Though life my employ&lt;br /&gt;More than you bargain for&lt;br /&gt;I simply remind my girl&lt;br /&gt;That she’s the only one in my world&lt;br /&gt;And I will always stay&lt;br /&gt;And my love for women&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t hurt her anymore&lt;br /&gt;That day anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Her”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-7478089140384253091</id><published>2009-04-09T00:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:39:00.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Determined Will”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Out of the darkness came I my father&lt;br /&gt;And gathered the light to see&lt;br /&gt;Creating life in six days&lt;br /&gt;Commanding everything to be&lt;br /&gt;Every plant, mineral&lt;br /&gt;And every pebble from the clay&lt;br /&gt;Laying the foundation of all society&lt;br /&gt;Clashing atoms with charisma&lt;br /&gt;Forming matter&lt;br /&gt;Releasing great fountains of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Filling up empty cups&lt;br /&gt;Sipping from the big dipper&lt;br /&gt;Mystifying all the worlds&lt;br /&gt;In forms of mist and storms&lt;br /&gt;Mystery shooting through the heavenly mind&lt;br /&gt;Like a comet&lt;br /&gt;Hailing all who are lost&lt;br /&gt;And knowledge is its tail&lt;br /&gt;Souls traveling where there is no path&lt;br /&gt;In time leaving a trail&lt;br /&gt;For another to come and benefit&lt;br /&gt;Charitable spirit&lt;br /&gt;Your best is what you give it&lt;br /&gt;In the light you shine&lt;br /&gt;And the people of this world just don’t feel it&lt;br /&gt;Having walked with 7od&lt;br /&gt;Down many a lonely streets&lt;br /&gt;Scuffling about with his children&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the proper foods to eat&lt;br /&gt;Concentrating on avoiding temptation&lt;br /&gt;More difficult then carrying the weight of a ton of bricks&lt;br /&gt;Establishing clarity out of the lustful bliss&lt;br /&gt;That characterized the ignorance in early history&lt;br /&gt;Revealed to the lamb&lt;br /&gt;Are the keys to every mystery&lt;br /&gt;In the all in all&lt;br /&gt;Dwells empty space&lt;br /&gt;Energy and spirits&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting materials mobility&lt;br /&gt;Untouched by the world&lt;br /&gt;And its capitalistic themes&lt;br /&gt;A determined will of goodness and faith&lt;br /&gt;With the power to do all things&lt;br /&gt;In it lies the essence of life&lt;br /&gt;And all its wealth&lt;br /&gt;Creator of everything&lt;br /&gt;Even self&lt;br /&gt;Determined will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-7478089140384253091?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/7478089140384253091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-5725040156963327415</id><published>2009-04-09T00:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:41:12.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Dancing Spirits”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;The world is completely dark&lt;br /&gt;No one can see&lt;br /&gt;And the only light we have&lt;br /&gt;Is the fire that you set inside of me&lt;br /&gt;And I will have lit many candles at your feet&lt;br /&gt;And destiny will have us meet&lt;br /&gt;And conceive in virtuous conduct&lt;br /&gt;A storm will roll in from the sea&lt;br /&gt;Passing over us slowly&lt;br /&gt;As we adore each others bellies&lt;br /&gt;Faces blushed&lt;br /&gt;Counting the candles that flicker&lt;br /&gt;Like dancing spirits&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to come through us&lt;br /&gt;Let them not be captured in rubber&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not kill 7od’s kind&lt;br /&gt;We’ll give life a chance&lt;br /&gt;And more time will come&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll count a billion spirits&lt;br /&gt;That illuminate in each flicker&lt;br /&gt;Before we refrain under a window&lt;br /&gt;Where the wind can blow&lt;br /&gt;And the stars gather to watch us in the night&lt;br /&gt;And bare witness&lt;br /&gt;Under the moon’s spotlight&lt;br /&gt;Two finite bodies destined to be infinite&lt;br /&gt;Hoping the best of spirits carry on our name&lt;br /&gt;In the next life&lt;br /&gt;It’s a chance you take&lt;br /&gt;When two hearts combust&lt;br /&gt;The players of life’s next performance&lt;br /&gt;Await us&lt;br /&gt;With your head in my chest&lt;br /&gt;And my flesh in your life&lt;br /&gt;Gives good reason to pray&lt;br /&gt;That we’re blessed&lt;br /&gt;With the spirit that dances the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-5725040156963327415?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/5725040156963327415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/dancing-spirits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/5725040156963327415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/5725040156963327415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/dancing-spirits.html' title='“Dancing 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/&gt;Constructs songs with beautiful melodies&lt;br /&gt;That in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Echoes the sound of many voices&lt;br /&gt;That moves in riffs&lt;br /&gt;That never leaves me&lt;br /&gt;We do not know&lt;br /&gt;How long we will be&lt;br /&gt;Until all the sound is gone&lt;br /&gt;The producer&lt;br /&gt;Gave us unison as a gift&lt;br /&gt;To lift the souls of our voices above the wrong&lt;br /&gt;So lift every voice and sing&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly the end will come soon&lt;br /&gt;Yet the music plays on&lt;br /&gt;Like a skipping record&lt;br /&gt;And no one can name that tune&lt;br /&gt;For music is the language of every race&lt;br /&gt;Its purpose is to take us to a higher place&lt;br /&gt;With the heart beat of life&lt;br /&gt;And 7od on the bass&lt;br /&gt;For in its structure&lt;br /&gt;Are the keys for living life righteously&lt;br /&gt;Differences organized into a whaling harmony&lt;br /&gt;That carries to a supreme destiny&lt;br /&gt;To a place of love and riches&lt;br /&gt;We’ll go there collectively&lt;br /&gt;In the HERE AFTER&lt;br /&gt;THE MUSIC STOPS PLAYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-5967128186718210738?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/5967128186718210738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/5967128186718210738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/5967128186718210738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-of-life.html' title='“A Song Of Life”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-8635288285147723300</id><published>2009-04-09T00:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:46:07.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Sheltered”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;I hold my true self-captive&lt;br /&gt;With hopes of maintaining my innocence&lt;br /&gt;A better life exist&lt;br /&gt;For the soul that strives and persist&lt;br /&gt;At least take a step&lt;br /&gt;And remember it’s hit or miss&lt;br /&gt;I ignore my ego&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;My true self knows&lt;br /&gt;That unworthy gain of material&lt;br /&gt;And the humiliation of another&lt;br /&gt;Cost the soul a grave expense&lt;br /&gt;Destined to be judged&lt;br /&gt;Giving love is our only defense&lt;br /&gt;So I hold my true self-captive&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep myself safe&lt;br /&gt;From hypocrite Muslims&lt;br /&gt;And backward Baptists&lt;br /&gt;And corruption&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I see the 7odless manufactured&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s their thoughts&lt;br /&gt;That will cause the worlds’ destruction&lt;br /&gt;Idle is the mind that has no sight&lt;br /&gt;For it holds no values&lt;br /&gt;And recklessly moves&lt;br /&gt;With no directions or rules&lt;br /&gt;My true self knows the tools&lt;br /&gt;Be the shit&lt;br /&gt;And be where the shit is&lt;br /&gt;From the radio is projected&lt;br /&gt;Drugs, murder and money on TV&lt;br /&gt;Leaves unprotected minds highly affected&lt;br /&gt;What is left of morals&lt;br /&gt;Must stand firmly erected&lt;br /&gt;So I keep 7od on my mind&lt;br /&gt;So wrong from right I will know&lt;br /&gt;I hold my true self-captive&lt;br /&gt;And let my ego go&lt;br /&gt;My ambition is to be&lt;br /&gt;Negativity free&lt;br /&gt;And not let gins get into me&lt;br /&gt;So I hold my true self-captive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-8635288285147723300?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/8635288285147723300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/sheltered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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coworker told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my boss spoke highly of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleased to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my evaluation was satisfactory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always tried to give my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be a good employee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding trouble and negligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anything that could destroy me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hanging from a thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And coming to the end of my rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure from my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was making me choke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor did I let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the seeds you sow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I saw a glimmer of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving praise for good works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really helped me cope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With encouragement like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or get pushed off the boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know your boss thinks that you’re one of the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pleases my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And puts my mind to rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing a star is by my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my employers desk&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-6484030624738230823?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/6484030624738230823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6484030624738230823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6484030624738230823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-out.html' title='“Work Out”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-2822256830610427155</id><published>2009-04-09T00:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:06:14.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Guilty”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was guilty from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships in the past have broken your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And left an unhealed scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when I speak to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether good or bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light passes through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s unimportant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or untrue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words that I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make their way from my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To benefit all of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When developed in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fears insist on judging me for my faults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pray for patience and tolerance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind Job taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help me keep direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use a mirror with Jesus in the reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remind me of how I should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ruler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to measure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I use him to measure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought is to get myself together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my motivation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m your deepest buried treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And until you open up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To receive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait for thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And persist in loving you more than myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let our loving minds kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your open arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And receptive input&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps my spirit in heavenly bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls need to trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is what is killing us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pray for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we can look at each other in guiltlessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of guilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And return to that principle of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On which we were built&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect and trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast fear, ego and pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And live as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the past behind us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 7od’s light will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon has no light of it’s own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only that of the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love will shine brighter with two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intentions are good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my love for you is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one else in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather give my love to than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you overstand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could end up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condemning an innocent man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-2822256830610427155?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-225022917923474352</id><published>2009-04-08T23:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:01:27.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Vivid Memory”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I remember when love ruled our quality time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our minds eyes searched for a common ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us love was true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love was new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all we had was trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uninhibited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being one became the focus of our sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long walks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healing talks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fought our fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our honesty we showed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerned about each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we cared so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute with you made my stiff neck limber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating your arrival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hotter than July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And until you return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the love we shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hopes that one-day our hearts will again care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love deeply missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love that will always be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-225022917923474352?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/225022917923474352/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-6613715327059353078</id><published>2009-04-08T23:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:59:34.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Moods Of The Season”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bright sunny summer days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 90 degree weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun’s rays assimilate my activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to keep my feet together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mother gets loose in the summer time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thick haze hovers above the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like down fills a comforter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely she shows us her signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When autumn comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits calmly come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like leaves falling from the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And onto the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her body cools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts on her gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful arrangement of colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder then sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal mother decorates the towns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That winter has chosen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig your burrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And store your food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before her surface becomes frozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chilling winter weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Severs mother from her children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she gives them a white winter blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That covers each and every building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planet fills with buds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing planetary babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm within springs love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-6613715327059353078?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/6613715327059353078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/moods-of-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6613715327059353078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6613715327059353078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/moods-of-season.html' title='“Moods Of The Season”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-7113884932234975925</id><published>2009-04-08T23:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:57:13.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Meditations Comfort”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get away from it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you’re nice and far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the earth from where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the clean air that’s left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blending with the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe from mans’ destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheltered in clouds of gray and white blends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all your sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation clears the view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that you can find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where all things began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unaffected by time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pressure life sends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place to unwind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And broken spirits can mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-7113884932234975925?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-7280270993647242415</id><published>2009-04-08T23:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:55:44.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Empty Substance”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Expanding your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is like inflating a balloon outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Releasing it to a windy howl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watching it fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As high as the sky will allow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for new space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And higher heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a determined plight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That raises questions and answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the air is the blessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That erases doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then teaches the lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience is the best professor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it spews knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like air from an open spout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it finally wears down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the air comes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a whistling zerbert sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaches its end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And falls to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-7280270993647242415?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/7280270993647242415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/empty-substance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Who is listening to my complaints?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do my words fall on deaf ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I speak on removing restraints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you process what you hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know what it is that I am thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you peak through that piercing stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you overstand me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your response be crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone even care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I researched the culture we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the love that was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave it to each other everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we do anything for pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in the shitstem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults do stray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That adults find hard to display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search for the right church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushes our children away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the streets hustling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need Islam and RastafarI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep our knees from buckling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 7od’s student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use to be an ugly duckling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was hidden from the wise and the prudent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always reveals to the babes and suckling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-11376568591703372?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/11376568591703372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-6540756794252752184</id><published>2009-04-08T23:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:52:16.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Oppressor Knows No Victory”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The kingdom is under siege&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil wages war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the humble side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destroying the righteous born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does not care to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circle remains torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denying the truth of what’s inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollowed hearts filled with useless pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil wages war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against his father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother and teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocking 7od&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polluting the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chemically poisoning the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes he knows it’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing that he’s strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going against the grain all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weak and wicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty shell of bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spoiled rotten people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst the world has ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to atone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebellious spirit made of stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spreading their evil among 7od’s people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls that want not to do wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A righteous people that has no equal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we wasn’t so lost and under grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil wages war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cast out the first stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 7od is the best of planners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And knows which bones to burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-6540756794252752184?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/6540756794252752184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/oppressor-knows-no-victory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6540756794252752184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6540756794252752184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/oppressor-knows-no-victory.html' title='“Oppressor Knows No Victory”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-3867274406784274049</id><published>2009-04-08T23:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:50:22.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Lion In Babylon”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The lion reigns at the top of the chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominate stance that’s fearless and bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a mane of royalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like shimmering gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crown of great stature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild and untamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; An undernourished belly keeps food on the brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sound of his feet surely scatters the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valley of dry bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blistering heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warms the soul of potential meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once sighted by his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shaken by his teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sends fear through the bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of every living beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victims are selected from among the weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that are sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make mistakes on their feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even those in their prime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at their peaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lions still have needs for their young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little hearts that compete for the right to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trails of red footprints follow their feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lion and I live lives of the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunted by man in this wild life game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still I remain strong as a lion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as calm as a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king must be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he walks the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a black man&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-3867274406784274049?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/3867274406784274049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/lion-in-babylon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/3867274406784274049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/3867274406784274049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/lion-in-babylon.html' title='“Lion In Babylon”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-8134397437909747715</id><published>2009-04-08T23:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:48:04.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Jesus Was A Carpenter”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All in all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brightest star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucified then resurrected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show us that we could sleep under your protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is in need of love and affection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you taught the world to strive for perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of us who listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand firmly erected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry silently for correction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every star plays its part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In resisting evil’s start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7od is the brightest in our minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he is the closest to our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A star that is close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shines like the sun of man whom teaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars that are far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glisten like grains of sand on beaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A star is a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all their lights reach us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can compare a hammer to a saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Moses to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Jesus was a carpenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-8134397437909747715?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/8134397437909747715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/jesus-was-carpenter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/8134397437909747715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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of conditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do things that cause friction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting me in uncomfortable positions of opposition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always sticking me with your nasty disposition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know if you’re coming or going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your hot flashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temper tangents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just plain mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re always in transition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you’re nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you’re bitching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t think twice about your drastic switching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although you have good advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never throw it up and catch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically you’ve shown that your mind is made of stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you say you’ve grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re still into material homes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Spending money on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t if I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a spiritual point of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn’t do you any good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have money your spirit is still safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only if you are spiritually based&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rich man will have a place in 7od’s ranks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except he who counts his blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always gives thanks for his spiritual lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could give you one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for you not to worsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be the plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue prints of a 7odly person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll miss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my love comes up missing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-85400469309293073?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/85400469309293073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/material-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/85400469309293073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/85400469309293073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/material-lover.html' title='“Material Lover”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-3573838619273284551</id><published>2009-04-08T23:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:43:39.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Pretty Eyes Don’t Mean That You Can See”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Brown eyes you can’t see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you try to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your man made misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you blame me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown eyes you can’t see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I loved only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love can’t be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes can’t see his-story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let alone my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown eyes you can’t see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaded and wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With open eyes you won’t see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I made moves that you tried to interpret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes won’t let you see that man is imperfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you felt pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that it is not worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that you’re in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you’re quick to grab other hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerned about others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You flow with only yourself in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A selfish love seems to be all you’ve known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all you’ve shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown eyes I not totally blaming you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I expected you to come through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We united as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we’re done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my mind can’t feel you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pretty eyes don’t mean that you can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-3573838619273284551?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/3573838619273284551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/pretty-eyes-dont-mean-that-you-can-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Unseen angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing more then they can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving all that he has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So his ego can be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we all have pain and strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s giving himself as a sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that in his everyday life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He maintains his light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he never does things out of spite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Though it is unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even taking for weakness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still finds away to practice forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly improving his mental health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And deeply researches himself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-6636207986174687493?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/6636207986174687493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/conscious-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6636207986174687493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6636207986174687493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/conscious-man.html' title='“Conscious Man”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-4797538427143749416</id><published>2009-04-08T23:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:35:01.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Vanity vs. Humility”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You cannot accept my well-built body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And supreme mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful skin tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong hard bones of long time decent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under oppression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still achieving accomplishments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dynasty’s destiny is to invent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maintain the oldest legacy known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyramids built by African hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of mud and straw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into heavy stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the backs of blacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your burdens were placed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For you knew that we were strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And saw 7od in our face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your ignorance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And knowledge of the facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the real reason why you stab blacks in the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of yourself is what you lash out at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out of jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plot against me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the mirror effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflect what you should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you employ police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To patrol the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For control unequal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this I can’t overstand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legal killers paid by the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is like biting off your own hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still they’re under your command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So poisons and drugs you insert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the city streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is economically hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the peoples need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play the game of starve and feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV’s the tease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing along gives you vanity’s disease&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-4797538427143749416?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/4797538427143749416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/vanity-vs-humility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The settings on this table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are appropriately set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given to us by 7od&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep our hunger kept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With fruit from the tree of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fermented wine with the spirit of an ageless vine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed by 7od&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared with us in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To protect our holy and sacred shrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our father through Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made sure that we would find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lead us until judgment time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From hatred to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are what you eat enough of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in order for us not to suffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must fellowship and dine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like our brothers at the last supper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-6137155507468081461?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/6137155507468081461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6137155507468081461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6137155507468081461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-for-thought.html' title='“Food For Thought”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-6950869183514995409</id><published>2009-04-08T23:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:25:03.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Black Flower”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the driest of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been love’s glistening shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From among a mountain of weeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have emerged a beautiful flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet honey suckling a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dripping nectar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your goodness shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red blushed nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And red painted toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes speak stories untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like bold lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your love grows wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content with black pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunflower child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blooming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting the love of 7od&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-6950869183514995409?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/6950869183514995409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-3683623836386737694</id><published>2009-04-08T23:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:19:48.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Land And Sea Gets Laid”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Indecisive lover in need of a steady hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To guide and support you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a righteous man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No weak heart&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nor material rebel&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Could ever hold you unstable&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Or help you level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your thoughts and emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Changing and turning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Like the seven deepest oceans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Together forever churning&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Navigating your body quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still you keep me yearning&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I’m that solid rock beneath you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That your waters always learning&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On my beaches you’ve whispered and crept&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I go deeper into you with each and every step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your foundation&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And help create your depths&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Like brains&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But when you left&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Like the moon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Know that it was I&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That wept on one knee&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And that part of me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That wants you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Causes gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s polarity between two&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Internal and external through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seeking the best part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Land and sea&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Giving birth to the Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With all the powers that be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For all it’s worth&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We must protect every tree&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Keep the sex on top&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With no trees the intercourse stops&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then there will be no hale&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Snow&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Or raindrops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In trouble our lives would pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last oxygen bubble&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-3683623836386737694?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/3683623836386737694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-8933939248340066175</id><published>2009-04-08T23:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:12:05.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“One”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;One woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free from pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love we’ll gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One family tree we will obtain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with its roots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll tie the knot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That anchors our souls deep into the rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 7od as our guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humble and submissive crumbles pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And holds us steady in the tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intentions are crucial on this try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooted and growing as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-8933939248340066175?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/8933939248340066175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/8933939248340066175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/8933939248340066175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/one.html' title='“One”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-3749479580585332863</id><published>2009-04-08T23:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:11:02.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“In The Name Of Christianity”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In the name of Christianity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve enslaved the mother of humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tried to uncivilize the father of mental sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your worst traveled from England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Columbus was sent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stumbled across America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know India was meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of Christianity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pirates raped and pillaged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing the elderly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the children of every village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With what was left from your untimely rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You simply shipped to America to be slaves and caged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this was done in the name of Christianity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had no clue you captured 7od’s family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked all day like dogs in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collard and chained real tight one on one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You intended to bleed us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let our blood run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free the siblings of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or your world will be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working 438 years for your wealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the people of 7od could maintain their mental health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free like a bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not your world will be destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-3749479580585332863?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/3749479580585332863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-name-of-christianity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the first time that I ever saw you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That our love would have no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your lips red like the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mind like the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shedding light in dark places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a charm putting smiles even on strange faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin muddy like the earth’s surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly producing flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a heart like Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eyes that twinkle and burst like stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While deep inside your love burns wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we humbly commit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remove all pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willingly submitting to the love of our 7od&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised eyes stare and despise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A king in the queen’s hive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurturing a nest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building a tribe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protecting the queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King and subjects on a collective vibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-2698350333230822205?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/2698350333230822205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/2698350333230822205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/2698350333230822205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html' title='“A Love”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-3578901407496885303</id><published>2009-04-08T23:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:05:44.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Oh My Aching Bones”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh my aching bones hurt so badly at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because no one knows my kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiar with my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers to my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trembling from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facial expressions unwillingly show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed up with robbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And passions problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a toddler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up stress from my mother and father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mind state without borders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me tired with plenty of fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in perplexed order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused in a world of desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust and envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was lost and had nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was found by jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find love in the people 7od sends me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for better then aching joints in rainy weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulsating muscles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore from all the hustle and bustle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With loans and back tax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing a life long blues song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of pain and wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my aching bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-3578901407496885303?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/3578901407496885303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-aching-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/3578901407496885303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/3578901407496885303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-aching-bones.html' title='“Oh My Aching Bones”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-4024155894319127591</id><published>2009-04-08T22:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:00:17.499-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intercourse is basic'/><title type='text'>“Whistling Woods And Moaning Moons”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whistling woods and moaning moons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing tunes together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of pleasure and passion beyond measure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the tree rises to greet her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is eclipsed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun shining on her heated lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woods catching water in its palms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the speed of calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun’s rays stroke her like fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile beneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool quickly changes to warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From these two uniting as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes harmony and light in thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woods reaching up to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like third arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her light causes the spawn of life’s chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun went down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-4024155894319127591?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/4024155894319127591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/whistling-woods-and-moaning-moons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/4024155894319127591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/4024155894319127591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/whistling-woods-and-moaning-moons.html' title='“Whistling Woods And Moaning Moons”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-5793457994549746032</id><published>2009-04-08T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:41:59.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Forever”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I am writing this at a time in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your attitude and movements reflect you being my wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day we were married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I’m dead and buried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me your love I’ll carry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll cherish your love until I perish&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And pray everyday that he sends you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey brown queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You touch me in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softer then love itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I’ll love you June through May’s weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-5793457994549746032?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/5793457994549746032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hell upon us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be the lack of honor and trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because we only look at each other in lust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of how to make that dick or womb bust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s natural for opposites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like water on metal rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that we know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should not be frivolous and frail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too weak to stand on our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With little concern shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the poor sing songs of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About how life goes on in Jesus name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For faith is the belief in things unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the outcome of most peoples dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In riches and steam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering stimulates parts of the scheme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though things are not always what they seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we follow our hearts and minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would realize our own self-esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-2416311784340524505?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/2416311784340524505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/2416311784340524505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/2416311784340524505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-this.html' title='“Why This?”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-3140988089597852846</id><published>2009-04-08T22:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:34:05.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“If Only I Could Thread This Needle”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;If only I could thread this needle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lines would be straight and strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binding one hand to the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our movements making song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly our image appears like magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diversity puts cottons, silks, and jeans into the fabric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could only imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maker and his passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quilting the masses in patterns with fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The differences never clashing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors I’d choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red browns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even blues of different hues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one color would be refused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protect us from harm maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your love and charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bind us into one quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That covers the earth warm&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-3140988089597852846?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-2814734088314430059</id><published>2009-04-08T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:15:17.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Corner Stone In My Mind C”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Corner stone in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stands out like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a heavy hammers pound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time my feet touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solid as a rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick to change anything that’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual stock from mental shelves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In leaps and bounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve changed for the better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Living out righteousness down to the last letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-2814734088314430059?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/2814734088314430059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/corner-stone-in-my-mind-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/2814734088314430059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Like right now in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your rhythms pound under melodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like words flutter in rhymes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the love remains the same in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever comes what may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you stray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I forgive you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-8190185553210963234?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/8190185553210963234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/corner-stone-in-my-mind-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Corner stone in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been around for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble tried to cut us short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our love is hard as a rock of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in pain you made me your choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With out shame nor prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or anything of the sort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through trials and tribulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering me nothing but support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a firm foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-1688882328973921557?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/1688882328973921557/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-6687309155994093883</id><published>2009-04-08T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:51:48.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“So Called Love And Liquor Don’t Mix”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When the one you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves and loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowning jugs in rusty pubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With cold lusty hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No gloves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that it’s love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our younger days is what we try to dub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we bang love’s drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rub someone for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing the bump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With someone dumb or drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the music is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it’s home they run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when you’re ready to fire like a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fall out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can’t get none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-6687309155994093883?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/6687309155994093883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-called-love-and-liquor-dont-mix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6687309155994093883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6687309155994093883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-called-love-and-liquor-dont-mix.html' title='“So Called Love And Liquor Don’t Mix”'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09637095380598106171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxW5mPEfvHM/Sd015tj4QfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qbPQW6htNi8/S220/me+8.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741163916232056977.post-1204920349369653998</id><published>2009-04-08T21:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:48:31.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Bitter Sweet”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Time reveals the secrets of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though it always knew me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching me the keys to the past&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As if the future entered through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Apparent and obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I could not see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time chipped away at my spirit like a rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carving me out a destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorized in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And edged in stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creeping through my bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is every love that I have ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-1204920349369653998?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/1204920349369653998/comments/default' 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in tools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often neglected in forms of weapons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decreasing the chances of survival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world in which only the powerful survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741163916232056977-6323202821856212008?l=life-poetrylives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/feeds/6323202821856212008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-poetrylives.blogspot.com/2009/04/power-is-survival_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741163916232056977/posts/default/6323202821856212008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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