<?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-5854514252367220046</id><updated>2011-08-10T10:38:05.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain Poetics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-8163909086727374417</id><published>2010-11-13T00:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:33:34.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mind sprawled out in the closet of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;Bewildered by the things that happen overtime.&lt;br /&gt;Though his shoulders bore a modest weight.&lt;br /&gt;He placed unhealthy trust on the Wheel of Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet the cascade of darkness came crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;It threatened to stain the honest color of his renown.&lt;br /&gt;Facing it all at once, the worst of it has yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;The boy stood his ground for Revelation had just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the coming storm burned like white-hot embers of flame.&lt;br /&gt;Purgatory was not kind about cleansing his once-honest name.&lt;br /&gt;Yet how could he argue against the force unknown to humanity?&lt;br /&gt;The very sight of its galactic visage bent his own morbid sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the Archons tampered with the spirit of an honest man.&lt;br /&gt;Torturing it with the various things it would dare not stand.&lt;br /&gt;It was all completely something out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;Configured into being something increasingly scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like all things, the pain had finally come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;For his captors seemed to approach the final bend.&lt;br /&gt;The boy's name was then scratched off a list.&lt;br /&gt;And it was forever denied that aliens do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-8163909086727374417?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/8163909086727374417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=8163909086727374417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/8163909086727374417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/8163909086727374417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2010/11/foreign-revelation.html' title='Foreign Revelation'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-2192615407167293065</id><published>2010-11-08T01:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T02:28:50.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Divinity and Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So easy is it to believe the worst of those in the unknown&lt;br /&gt;But still they allowed me to go and do it all on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Those who warned me were right and I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;They beheld in sadness as she led me right and along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seemed as simple as waking to the morning sun.&lt;br /&gt;Lukewarm times where everything was simple fun.&lt;br /&gt;And yet fights were scattered like fingers playing the flute.&lt;br /&gt;Sins committed being worse than Eve and the Forbidden Fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traps she set sprang at the cost of all that made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;As I sought refuge from Little Moses at the bank of the Nile.&lt;br /&gt;For to whom did I owe my true allegiance in these troubled times.&lt;br /&gt;I wished to pledge myself to a Messiah who would forgive my crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in the past makes my eyes well up with tears.&lt;br /&gt;To clip it short like rows of maize with a crude set of shears.&lt;br /&gt;Quite frustrating that those who deserve it, cannot embrace the truth.&lt;br /&gt;That to the very end of the conflict I waged war with all but nail and tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was aware that no mortal man of this world knew the perfect dance.&lt;br /&gt;And so willing was I to give foolish queens all but never a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;For since I never gave in, I was promised that my destiny would come year-round.&lt;br /&gt;So on Wings of Fire, I would take to the skies where the Divine King was crowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I was happy in the sky as I left a divine trail of red,&lt;br /&gt;I grew homesick and decided to live as a mortal man instead.&lt;br /&gt;So I clipped the wings of fire from my back and buried them sometime in June.&lt;br /&gt;And from the soil emerged a sign to all that my glorious return shall be soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-2192615407167293065?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-8682414069820368578</id><published>2010-06-04T06:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T07:12:17.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man From Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He came from the red planet known as Mars.&lt;br /&gt;Draped in a patterned cloak of cosmic stars.&lt;br /&gt;In a comet called down alongside the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Forecast to be seen by the eyes of the insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wanted to hear of what brought him down.&lt;br /&gt;And history rewrote itself on the neon grids of town.&lt;br /&gt;It spoke of the government's dirty secrets of war.&lt;br /&gt;How the swine tortured their prisoners behind the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of ideas on how to bring unreal peace back to the city.&lt;br /&gt;While preteens were saying vulgar words such as "shitty."&lt;br /&gt;And he had seen them for what they were.&lt;br /&gt;Insults ranging from the tease to the racial slur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man began to wonder if the end was soon.&lt;br /&gt;So he posed an inquiry to a child on the world's doom.&lt;br /&gt;And tears filled the eyes of the boy.&lt;br /&gt;For in this world there was no longer joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corruption of officials and ignorant liars.&lt;br /&gt;Forced upon the land in the form of raging fires.&lt;br /&gt;The man from Mars sought for the sad truth.&lt;br /&gt;For his unrealistic vision of peace needed proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn's twilight grew faintly for the impending day.&lt;br /&gt;As swine patrolled the streets, fugitives ran away.&lt;br /&gt;Their cruelty was sharp as the lashings they suffer.&lt;br /&gt;It made the tolerance of the pig that much tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would save them, people of the street?&lt;br /&gt;A phone call monitored by radio was their only treat.&lt;br /&gt;They quivered as they hailed the free men over the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Chained up in a city where there was not a single tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the man from Mars devised a grand plan.&lt;br /&gt;To solve the problem he must sacrifice a cosmic man.&lt;br /&gt;So it would have to be he, who fell from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;The people who loved him all but wondered why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to whence he came so the plan set in motion.&lt;br /&gt;Turned the streets to grass, the toxic into ocean.&lt;br /&gt;The pigs squealed at the loss of their precious fountains.&lt;br /&gt;And the free people rejoiced as buildings turned to mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invoked by the death of the man from Mars.&lt;br /&gt;For today the free people see him along the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Because perhaps he was or was not dead.&lt;br /&gt;So long as his home planet was painted red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-8682414069820368578?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/8682414069820368578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=8682414069820368578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/8682414069820368578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/8682414069820368578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2010/06/man-from-mars.html' title='Man From Mars'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-6605165155167434409</id><published>2009-09-14T05:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:43:04.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal Clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to fly.&lt;br /&gt;No rhyme or reason why.&lt;br /&gt;At night I leave my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling alone and unfed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire between us crackles on.&lt;br /&gt;The bridge remains never gone.&lt;br /&gt;Not hungry, I hear a sound.&lt;br /&gt;Yet nobody is even around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was certain that nobody was there.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I felt like it was casting a piercing stare.&lt;br /&gt;I was the only person in this home.&lt;br /&gt;Yet this intruder wouldn't leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned around to the attack.&lt;br /&gt;But all I saw was a veil of black.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the nothing I had.&lt;br /&gt;Was I honestly that lonely and sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I closed the fridge and reached out.&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing that blackness as my final bout.&lt;br /&gt;I lay back down and rest my little head.&lt;br /&gt;But nobody was there to meet me in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of companionship consummate my mind.&lt;br /&gt;But since I was the only one without it, I was in a bind.&lt;br /&gt;It's sickening and it makes me pale.&lt;br /&gt;When did my heart become so stale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-6605165155167434409?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-8442287376915619408</id><published>2009-09-01T03:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T03:56:19.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eulogy of the Soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the curious doom bringer.&lt;br /&gt;So too my vicious dead ringer.&lt;br /&gt;Fooled into believing I'm in a state of ease.&lt;br /&gt;I take a shotgun to all and kill as I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blackest name of justice artificial.&lt;br /&gt;I do away with beauty and the superficial.&lt;br /&gt;Bodies drop as spirits take their leave.&lt;br /&gt;Call me back because now I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destruction is my one and only name.&lt;br /&gt;Reflection only makes me more insane.&lt;br /&gt;Fascist individuals make their presence known.&lt;br /&gt;Shocked are they to see how much I've grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a flaming bridge between the buried and me.&lt;br /&gt;Pretending I'm overreacting and the same are we.&lt;br /&gt;They write me off as simple yet very flawed.&lt;br /&gt;And I write back 'Where is your fucking God?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran through those searing flames.&lt;br /&gt;Reloading the gun and firing the blames.&lt;br /&gt;My flesh ignited and melted away.&lt;br /&gt;As I once again became the stray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridge collapsed from beneath my feet.&lt;br /&gt;And there my body laid out there on the street.&lt;br /&gt;I rose to my feet, glad that I wasn't dead.&lt;br /&gt;I looked out and saw a trail leading ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-8442287376915619408?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-1015759284164650356</id><published>2009-08-31T02:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:48:02.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dona Domine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't care about me in the end.&lt;br /&gt;One tragedy didn't even make the final bend.&lt;br /&gt;Drug dealers were your escape from reality.&lt;br /&gt;Your blood was evil long before antiquity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a single mind to make it last.&lt;br /&gt;While I suffered, you had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;You shattered my bonds to my savior.&lt;br /&gt;In the end it all worked in your favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chased me down to Rough Divide.&lt;br /&gt;Lied to me in an effort to coincide.&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes are open to your poisonous lips.&lt;br /&gt;While I slept you were enjoying your acid trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretended to be okay with that very part.&lt;br /&gt;I never expected you to rip out my big heart.&lt;br /&gt;You sabotaged my effort to live a new love.&lt;br /&gt;And yet I foolishly blamed it on God above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never met you so I could be a happy man.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I should thank you for where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;Where you end up, time will only tell.&lt;br /&gt;For now I smile knowing you'll go to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-1015759284164650356?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/1015759284164650356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amounting to everything we took to blame.&lt;br /&gt;I brought warmth to our freezing cold name.&lt;br /&gt;Winter's blizzard paled our skin and blued our lips.&lt;br /&gt;I never did take the time to appreciate our long trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I couldn't be mercifully tried and true.&lt;br /&gt;But I was put here to fight demons for me and you.&lt;br /&gt;The demons came at me with their fire and claws.&lt;br /&gt;They cut me open and revealed I had their flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And slowly I too became the demon I tried to kill.&lt;br /&gt;But eventually I got sick and tired of Satan's will.&lt;br /&gt;I turned on the demons I stood beside.&lt;br /&gt;I gave them one hell of a bloody ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pointed me proclaiming me to be a heretic.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed saying that I'm just a boy named Nick.&lt;br /&gt;Angrier, they descended upon me full speed.&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious to their wants and their greatest need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot many things in this rut of disastrous fashion.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't forget to befriend, I didn't forget passion.&lt;br /&gt;These soles were made to walk on water.&lt;br /&gt;Forged by Jesus, son of God almighty father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap back to reality, I'm just boy in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging back with my friend Forever Red.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes still heavy and it's not even dawn.&lt;br /&gt;I smile and put if off for a day long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-4526351272831472118?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-7701068073057229446</id><published>2009-08-21T02:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T02:52:03.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart Forsaken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOZfkQrf7V8/So5OZdz2CvI/AAAAAAAAADE/H3CbCyePrWc/s1600-h/5495_1178628156161_1541850017_480745_2003324_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOZfkQrf7V8/So5OZdz2CvI/AAAAAAAAADE/H3CbCyePrWc/s400/5495_1178628156161_1541850017_480745_2003324_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372317604905356018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why then, o my God, have you abandoned me?&lt;br /&gt;Was it not enough I contain myself in sobriety?&lt;br /&gt;I remember the feeling of loss.&lt;br /&gt;As you nailed me to the Holy Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first you requested the removal of my ears.&lt;br /&gt;So that in the end, I'm the one who no longer hears.&lt;br /&gt;I experienced the pain of a quiet life in solitude.&lt;br /&gt;A life with nothing but myself without water and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then requested the removal of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;So that I no longer see the coming demise.&lt;br /&gt;I was unable to see and had to rely on smell.&lt;br /&gt;But by now I felt only like that of an empty shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You requested the removal of my legs and arms.&lt;br /&gt;So that I was finally a man with no good charms.&lt;br /&gt;I was unable to move, see, or hear.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell the far from the near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then requested the removal of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I agreed because I felt we were already apart.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't feel a thing when you took.&lt;br /&gt;And I was under the impression I forsook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I placed my chin on my chest.&lt;br /&gt;For the thumping that would suggest.&lt;br /&gt;My heart remained in its cavity.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I lost sense of gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked you to destroy me, God.&lt;br /&gt;But you took everything with a nod.&lt;br /&gt;And you told me that if I was smart,&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd learn to perceive with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-7701068073057229446?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;But this miracle is here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;They come forth and bow their heads.&lt;br /&gt;As we sift through primes and insteads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduced to an age fit for eyes above.&lt;br /&gt;Ending the age for the push and shove.&lt;br /&gt;Miracles don't happen for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;For they are only the things I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-7484274981229559093?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/7484274981229559093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=7484274981229559093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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personal rules to abide.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you, I probably tapped your heart.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in weeks I did my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember your love and your face.&lt;br /&gt;But it's over and I can't take it to space.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing great, but I remember you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never lying, I speak only the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm happier than ever right now.&lt;br /&gt;I changed myself followed by a solemn vow.&lt;br /&gt;This brave new world will do me just fine.&lt;br /&gt;And thus I am here smiling as I rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say thank you nor sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand tall before things get too awry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a changed man but I didn't forget my passion.&lt;br /&gt;So let's watch the world change in an orderly fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-2241735654477724074</id><published>2009-08-14T14:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:23:45.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Emperor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the angels cast their smiles down on the boy.&lt;br /&gt;Giving him the decision to create or to destroy.&lt;br /&gt;And there the boy continued to meditate and pray.&lt;br /&gt;For all he wanted was the pain and agony to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Angels!" He shouted out in sudden resolution.&lt;br /&gt;"Today we take our stand and demand revolution!"&lt;br /&gt;The angels looked at each other in sullen worry.&lt;br /&gt;They took their spears, and flew off in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ages whisked by in a wide array of exchanges.&lt;br /&gt;And the world celebrated for better changes.&lt;br /&gt;Many angel wings were clipped during the fight.&lt;br /&gt;It was a necessary loss to finally make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little emperor continued to pray.&lt;br /&gt;His angels were once fighting everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I met that emperor out by the raging sea.&lt;br /&gt;And there he bestowed his crown upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-2241735654477724074?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-4353282913318396217</id><published>2009-08-11T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:04:36.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkest Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wounded and yet so very young and pure.&lt;br /&gt;But very bizarre in the mind to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;She is the one who mended my slashed ankle.&lt;br /&gt;She is the one whom they call the darkest angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The undead legions could fall against woman and man.&lt;br /&gt;But consulting her would give us an ideal final stand.&lt;br /&gt;She's not afraid to cut down zombies with her blade.&lt;br /&gt;She's not afraid to make the pain inside my heart fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She appeared before me grinning like a lion.&lt;br /&gt;She was the first to recognize me as a scion.&lt;br /&gt;Though I cannot see her, I could feel the warmth of her hand.&lt;br /&gt;Though I cannot feel her, I see her face in the grains of sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkest angel, will you continue to watch over me?&lt;br /&gt;Darkest angel, will you cut my chains and set me free?&lt;br /&gt;Darkest angel, we will anticipate the end of all my pain.&lt;br /&gt;Darkest angel, we will bring color back to my honest name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-4353282913318396217?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/4353282913318396217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Galaxia Messiah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A nail hammered to each of my hands.&lt;br /&gt;A new poetic rhyme to appease my fans.&lt;br /&gt;The earthlings nodded at the sight of me upon the cross.&lt;br /&gt;Sanded so neatly and finished with lacquer gloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Martians didn't believe what they saw.&lt;br /&gt;The denizens of Neptune awaited their call.&lt;br /&gt;Venus looked upon me with her brother.&lt;br /&gt;While Jupiter was simply one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uranus was facing towards my death.&lt;br /&gt;While Mercury was running out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;Pluto walked away in tired, selfish envy.&lt;br /&gt;While Saturn placed his ring upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the Sun, he looked in despair.&lt;br /&gt;Horus looked onward, dreaming of miraculous repair.&lt;br /&gt;Tasking three men and a girl with taking me down.&lt;br /&gt;So life's leaves were green instead of withered brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reached out and touched my face.&lt;br /&gt;I began to feel my old heart race.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling in my body came full circle.&lt;br /&gt;As I saw bizarre traces of blue and purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're doing all that they can to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;There will be no arrest, there will be no trial.&lt;br /&gt;One will ask because I still have so much to give.&lt;br /&gt;I can't spend my life waiting forever just to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-880119902433762856?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/880119902433762856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gravity pulled him back ever so slowly on this sphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hard as he tried he couldn't make gravity disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sick of the people branding him a problem kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sick of the people who lied just to damage his id.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watching the earth crumble from his home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dreading the sight of everything he's known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though he missed it all dearly, he got himself some help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course he wasn't lazy, his life remains upon the shelf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's the man on the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You will learn to meet him soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's a man living in space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a plain male rugged face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He has a new life ahead of him on this wicked cool colony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He'll make the most of his new life in this torn up economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spacemen know the truth and it follows them to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This spaceman prepared himself to once more descend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spacesuits, life supports, food packs, he's an astronaut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lasers, spaceships, jetpacks, not a thing he ever forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rose against the alien menace, they saw a hero on the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And everyone knew that they owed very much to this one spaceman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-8878403099550377880?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/8878403099550377880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=8878403099550377880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/8878403099550377880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/8878403099550377880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-on-moon.html' title='Man on the Moon'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-6274255072623800120</id><published>2009-07-27T05:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:14:58.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of the Glacier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the warrior put down his blade, allowing that empty spot in his chest invade his soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For being subjected to the cruel life he brought upon himself and losing track of his goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People watched as he kneeled down with a craned head and began to break down in tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because nobody cared that his heart was broken as the moment of truth grew ever so near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was that warrior, my friends;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tried, true, but never loved again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because nobody really knows of what the warrior is deserving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Together everyone brought about his vexing unnerving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those who don't care may very well do but play the pretender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They wait for the very moment that the warrior may surrender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I will never give up children -- whose eyes are my ears of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Instead I consider alternatives -- I will never give up this brutal fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And dot my lines, foul demon that manifests itself in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the name of the lord, I will bring down a hammer from above!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are the serpent who will destroy my very soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are fighting a warrior who has yet to become whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I have the tools of strength, mind, and guile to defeat you, wicked beast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And in the very end I swear that bread will be broken at the very last feast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We will celebrate in the midst of fire, song, technics, and dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that will be the day where I am perhaps given one more chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But nobody ever forgets you demon, because even in death your work is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You prevent the mind from ever thinking pure of me for simple afterliving fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though you have not been properly banished from this realm, I will return to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Age after age I will continue to correct all my wrongs and make everything right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because who are you to haunt my life and inflict eternal suffering, you disgusting creature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If there was a simple way to destroy you now and forever, it would be a highlighting feature!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So once again I brandish against you my blade of frost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We will do battle and again I will be forever lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I will smile knowing that one thing is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That I fought with all my skill to destroy you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All my allies will celebrate my annual victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As my soul may perhaps ascend into divinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when I return, the world will be free from the doom gazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So stay the course, beautiful children of the glacier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-6274255072623800120?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6274255072623800120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=6274255072623800120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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traveled in darkness for over two years.&lt;br /&gt;I sweat and I toiled in my own damaged fears.&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out that I was only a disposable drone.&lt;br /&gt;Imprisoned like a slave in my very own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those days like they were just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;There I sat in my cell a drugged mess wasting away.&lt;br /&gt;It was the highlight of my life as a foolish teen.&lt;br /&gt;Until my saviors arrived in black masks and gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was hazy and my brain was fried.&lt;br /&gt;And just then my rescuers woke me up inside.&lt;br /&gt;They told me who I was and detoxified my senses.&lt;br /&gt;Told me to keep running and to jump the fences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my sanctuary but took one last look at my former prison.&lt;br /&gt;I set ablaze that dreadful place and watched as the flame had risen.&lt;br /&gt;With closure I turned around -- again I started to run.&lt;br /&gt;For now my slavery is over -- now is the time for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-7415111596908527099?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/7415111596908527099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=7415111596908527099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/7415111596908527099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/7415111596908527099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/07/prison-break.html' title='Prison Break'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-200277060473096351</id><published>2009-07-22T04:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:52:18.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wrote the scripts until my fingers bled.&lt;br /&gt;Turned all my papers a most crimson red.&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I came up with a plan.&lt;br /&gt;For that color was, like me, a lonely man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the pit and grabbed my paint.&lt;br /&gt;The fumes were strong enough to make me faint.&lt;br /&gt;But I gave the gift of friends to that very red.&lt;br /&gt;Because loneliness is something I always dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greens, yellows, cinnabars, and viridians.&lt;br /&gt;Blacks, blues, and shining obsidians.&lt;br /&gt;You will never be alone here, Forever Red.&lt;br /&gt;We are all friends here and now instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next morning in a strung out mess.&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed another bar to alleviate my stress.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my room to catch a nap in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Laying there beside me was my new friend, Forever Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-200277060473096351?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/200277060473096351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The lighthouse is the only light I can see.&lt;br /&gt;As this ship collapses from under me.&lt;br /&gt;I stand level yet the ship leans more and more.&lt;br /&gt;Beguiled am I as people slide past me to shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky turned gray and I watch my hand.&lt;br /&gt;With a sigh it melted away much like sand.&lt;br /&gt;The sky turned blue and the ship blasted off into space.&lt;br /&gt;Never before had I witnessed such exotic grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, Nicky boy to the N-Zone.&lt;br /&gt;Here you will find things that rattle the bone!&lt;br /&gt;Where things like being fat are beautiful and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;And delicious cake illuminates the colorful city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about your heart my dearest boy!&lt;br /&gt;Because it is in your care like a child's greatest toy!&lt;br /&gt;Jump on the train to the reaches of the cosmos.&lt;br /&gt;Star beneath planet slips in between twilight osmose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is here where your wildest dreams never end!&lt;br /&gt;Don't come alone little hero, bring along a friend!&lt;br /&gt;People will think you're on drugs but those are only people.&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of seeing you dancing upon the sugar steeple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let your pain wash away with a can of Mountain Dew.&lt;br /&gt;Or enjoy the warmth of a good bowl of chicken stew.&lt;br /&gt;You can come and go as you please, little hero.&lt;br /&gt;So go out there, hit them hard, and divide by zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-4884141498817045797?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/4884141498817045797/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-3180329310844476426</id><published>2009-07-18T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:39:31.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the boughs of my divinity.&lt;br /&gt;I beg the clouds for serenity.&lt;br /&gt;Capitalizing on this chance I have to live.&lt;br /&gt;Brotherly love is the solace I have to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awakened and looked around at my home.&lt;br /&gt;Beheld the rapturous scenery in which I now roam.&lt;br /&gt;Until I hear that song my painful heart swells.&lt;br /&gt;After I hear that song the evil no longer dwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tragic hero, I miss the days of old.&lt;br /&gt;Spiteful hours, Pockets lined with gold.&lt;br /&gt;My flesh slowly chips off unveiling my true form.&lt;br /&gt;I play the song preventing evil from being born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I narrowly escaped death and I am lucky to be here.&lt;br /&gt;This quest has done everything to make my days drear.&lt;br /&gt;So here I lay in solemn loneliness and a blank smile.&lt;br /&gt;At least I know that my problems shall no longer pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-3180329310844476426?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3180329310844476426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=3180329310844476426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Discovered by the beam of the sun's ray&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes were opened but prematurely.&lt;br /&gt;The troubles of your past vanished but nearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil purges from your heart with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;And the red bard's written works pave the best way.&lt;br /&gt;The road is laden with traps and snares.&lt;br /&gt;And there roams jackals and fierce bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night mother blesses you with her warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;The day father's light shines upon your beautiful face.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot going for you, never fear.&lt;br /&gt;Go forth and make it happen, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day you see the stars, it will be shown.&lt;br /&gt;The most precious gift will make itself known.&lt;br /&gt;Fall in beside me and let me touch your hair.&lt;br /&gt;And I promise to cast away evil with my loving care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-890966218656607710?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/890966218656607710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=890966218656607710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/890966218656607710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/890966218656607710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/07/save-queen.html' title='Save The Queen'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-42243104454334968</id><published>2009-07-16T08:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:11:16.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Might of the Pen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I slept off the pain we endured the night before.&lt;br /&gt;Took our hands to each other and ripped and tore.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I somehow see a light beneath all this blood.&lt;br /&gt;And back to back, we cower at the sign of the flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try new things, don't you dare believe that I dislike you.&lt;br /&gt;You take it slow, I won't dare rush to make your sky blue.&lt;br /&gt;But right now is the time for hands and knees.&lt;br /&gt;As I put my head to the floor and hope to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For repayment, you asked me what it took.&lt;br /&gt;I hugged your hands, and only asked for a book.&lt;br /&gt;The deed is done and all should be well for us.&lt;br /&gt;But I still fight my personal war on the eleven bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept running until backed into a corner most dark.&lt;br /&gt;I quivered in fear at the baying of the wolf pack's bark.&lt;br /&gt;With no other weapon to use against their number's might.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled to myself, took a pen, and began to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-42243104454334968?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/42243104454334968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Illuminati</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the shadows of the darkest night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am the distant glimmer of the twilight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;King Richard can boast about his "Lionheart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I swear my own will not be torn apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of kings, queens, princes, and peasants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will bless the masses with my very presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All will bow before me for I am the only light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because I'm the true arbiter of wrong or right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So listen to my words, listen to them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Resist my claims and you will surely fall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For I am the one, true, and only judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For only fools will hold a lasting grudge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So let the demons attempt to give me their poison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the time they close in, I'm on the horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So join me tonight, blind ones, in my humble abode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hallelujah, lock and load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-2162028909547020138?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/2162028909547020138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=2162028909547020138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/2162028909547020138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/2162028909547020138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/07/illuminati.html' title='Illuminati'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-400622591298851016</id><published>2009-07-11T04:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T05:15:25.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me your story because I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about those scars that you regret to show.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about how much has changed since day one.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you haven't been having that much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewrite, rewrite the newest story with me.&lt;br /&gt;Rewrite, split open your scars upon that tree.&lt;br /&gt;Rewrite, tell me why you still feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;Rewrite, as we had fun while Springtime came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has still not changed all too much.&lt;br /&gt;I promise that our fingers won't even touch.&lt;br /&gt;But smile because it's more fitting for you.&lt;br /&gt;It puts a little color in this hazy shade of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us stand back and reflect on our true selves.&lt;br /&gt;Let us dust the lint off those very old shelves.&lt;br /&gt;Let us come together but not too close.&lt;br /&gt;Let us enjoy and cherish what we love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words came so very late.&lt;br /&gt;The words lined up six to eight.&lt;br /&gt;The words are hollow in a world void of us.&lt;br /&gt;The words are solid in a cause that is just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do anything about what I still feel.&lt;br /&gt;We've come so very far and sealed the deal.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot lie for what I speak is so very true.&lt;br /&gt;Because the fact to the matter is I still love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-400622591298851016?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/400622591298851016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=400622591298851016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/400622591298851016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/400622591298851016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/07/unconditional.html' title='Unconditional'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-3845182420658494199</id><published>2009-07-08T21:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:15:21.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These things take time, but you're tired of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Your presence in this sad world is slowly fading.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that yet again you failed me, my love.&lt;br /&gt;You were the boy who was the angel from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all too soon your wings melted in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;The problems were there, yet all you did was cry.&lt;br /&gt;You told me what you wanted me to hear.&lt;br /&gt;But honesty was hidden within your every tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Nick, I know you hurt but I'm crying as well.&lt;br /&gt;I found happiness, when you find yours time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;They don't make boys like you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So long as you keep yourself from kissing the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're doing good but you have your bad days.&lt;br /&gt;I see it in your empty smile and your hollow gaze.&lt;br /&gt;Please be happy at least tonight for a time.&lt;br /&gt;And know that I'll always be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be happy, dearest knight.&lt;br /&gt;At first you will be wrought with fright.&lt;br /&gt;But stay with yourself and find a way through.&lt;br /&gt;And happiness will naturally come over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say more but it's time for me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my words of wisdom instilled sweet reprieve.&lt;br /&gt;Stop running and face your fears.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll feel no more need to shed honest tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-3845182420658494199?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3845182420658494199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=3845182420658494199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/3845182420658494199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/3845182420658494199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/07/mercy.html' title='Nick'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-2666890057084003249</id><published>2009-07-08T00:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:17:11.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knights in Tarnished Armor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reap the benefits of seeds we're sowing.&lt;br /&gt;In far away lands of long rivers flowing.&lt;br /&gt;Lifting the weeds from the ground, I'm no farmer.&lt;br /&gt;But that's just fine because I'm a knight in tarnished armor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the load on my shoulders weighing me down.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it all like a man, I dare not frown.&lt;br /&gt;They can strip me down to bare truth and honor.&lt;br /&gt;But that's just fine because I'm a knight in tarnished armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;My armor adorns a wooden figure outside of the fray.&lt;br /&gt;In light of the fact that it still functions, I pray everyday.&lt;br /&gt;To recognize that things these days aren't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;The fact they aren't worse is reason enough to be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friends told me stories and jokes all funny and ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friends told me "Don't worry we'll be your umbrella, Nicholas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enemies said that I was wrong and that I'm only a charmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But that's just fine because I'm a knight in tarnished armor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah he hung with the one with the shining suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all who would want to spend time with this vicious brute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He can go off on his own and it's a reward he will garner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But that's just fine because I'm a knight in tarnished armor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This tarnished armor is the testament of many a battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These days it helps me distinguish the true men from the cattle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I looked at the wooden figure wearing that wrecked heap of steel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I remember that in the depth of my heart, it is happiness that I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-2666890057084003249?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/2666890057084003249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=2666890057084003249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/2666890057084003249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/2666890057084003249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/07/knights-in-tarnished-armor.html' title='Knights in Tarnished Armor'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-6510041597869986373</id><published>2009-07-05T03:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:30:25.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a long time since I went to Church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I look down on the people from the highest perch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Couples, broken hearts, celebs, all illuminated by neon grids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The poor, the rich, starving artists, even adults, even kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I turned around and lowered my body, taking a knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I blink my eyes and those neon lights now shine on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gazing around, I see the people I saw in the distance up close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My gaze shift to the asphalt upon the lone bud of a rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another turn and I am on a long road in the desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I walked the road I remain calm but also alert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I travel a thousand changing landscapes on that very endless road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Couldn't help but know against the concrete scrapes my shoulders' load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I reached the frozen ice caps of this path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I no longer felt heartbreak's deteriorating wrath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So one more time I turn around, wondering how far I came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But all at once I would come to discover everything's still the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I started walking in this brand new place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It felt like I was an alien fresh down from outer space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I saw her face it felt like I had not met her before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No love, no displacement, no more crying out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a gift for that girl with beautiful brown eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A gift in exchange for the promise she no longer lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I retrieve the rose fresh picked from the sidewalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And thus I learn the true value of our small talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-6510041597869986373?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6510041597869986373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=6510041597869986373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/6510041597869986373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/6510041597869986373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/07/small-talk.html' title='Small Talk'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-2140979269324543266</id><published>2009-07-03T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:16:45.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We prowled through distant lands both dangerous and not.&lt;br /&gt;Painting portraits of goodness behind every little note I jot.&lt;br /&gt;The painting and the poetry became one in cross-dimensional lands.&lt;br /&gt;They joined together as one not unalike the holding of lovers' hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not do this by myself because I am but a simple man.&lt;br /&gt;And the problems of the world cannot be solved by simple plan.&lt;br /&gt;I fight like the fiendish beasts of the Nordic mountains.&lt;br /&gt;I fight for the blessed waters running from Poseidon's fountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smirk as the army before me rushes with bloodthirsty cries of war.&lt;br /&gt;I too struck a smirk on my own visage in the fight worth dying for.&lt;br /&gt;The bodies fell one right after another before my savage might.&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in my life I felt as if I were in literal flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoke cleared and the cries fell to an abrupt silence.&lt;br /&gt;I let out a sigh of relief hoping there would be no more violence.&lt;br /&gt;A voice called out and commended me in the end.&lt;br /&gt;But all I could think of was joining hands once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-2140979269324543266?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/2140979269324543266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=2140979269324543266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/2140979269324543266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/2140979269324543266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/07/hands.html' title='Hands'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-3966347990872586151</id><published>2009-07-03T05:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T06:40:33.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wait now and hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;You're so loud, no need to shout.&lt;br /&gt;You left your coat there on the hanger.&lt;br /&gt;It's cold outside, you'll need it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my cheek and I'll kiss yours.&lt;br /&gt;Go to work, ascend those floors.&lt;br /&gt;I think you're working, you go and commit a crime.&lt;br /&gt;And yet you told me you were working overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You unfaithful husband, you're but a thief.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it was I who had to turn your leaf.&lt;br /&gt;But what girl in this generation doesn't date a bad boy?&lt;br /&gt;It's in the papers that you stole all the things I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it funny you never had a receipt.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea you were so full of deceit.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I should have seen it coming.&lt;br /&gt;Every night I felt our love was numbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we spent the day together.&lt;br /&gt;Under the shadow of fine and bright weather.&lt;br /&gt;It was a full moon above our breaking of the bread.&lt;br /&gt;I washed the dishes especially that one knife that made you dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-3966347990872586151?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3966347990872586151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=3966347990872586151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/3966347990872586151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/3966347990872586151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/07/daddys-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-5682326489779779323</id><published>2009-07-02T16:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:17:56.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shining Red Bard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We cast our eyes upon fingertips soaked in blood.&lt;br /&gt;As the seed that we've sown finally begins to bud.&lt;br /&gt;We turned our backs and allowed the tree to grow.&lt;br /&gt;We took refuge in our respective happy places below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay here waving a model plane as if it were in flight,&lt;br /&gt;Zeus and Buddha are laughing saying 'What you did was right.'&lt;br /&gt;While I sleep I dream of gold dust and emerald love.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end I find them only in the one true God above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ascension to things beyond earthly desires is hard.&lt;br /&gt;But what isn't difficult in the creative works of the bard?&lt;br /&gt;My mission is to make people cry, laugh, smile, and sing.&lt;br /&gt;Never was my intention to make them feel the sharpest sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen as I write my latest tale of sex, drugs, and rock.&lt;br /&gt;I know many people who do all three but I'd rather just talk.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you can relate and perhaps you're such a person.&lt;br /&gt;And I can tell you right now that my own story shall not worsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-5682326489779779323?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/5682326489779779323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=5682326489779779323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/5682326489779779323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/5682326489779779323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/07/shining-red-bard.html' title='The Shining Red Bard'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-6990259585490742819</id><published>2009-06-30T12:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:13:14.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the fall of evening, the light inside my heart dims.&lt;br /&gt;And the nightly vigil of pain and suffering begins.&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts I cherish so much flood the dam.&lt;br /&gt;While I hope that I never forget the person I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a guide to these uncharted waters I get lost.&lt;br /&gt;No rhyme or reason to abandon the love I tossed.&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the storm I see the jaws of fate open wide.&lt;br /&gt;As my ship gets rushed through, waking me up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do many things and rebuke what you may take.&lt;br /&gt;Because everlasting strength if born from this heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;While you're living your fantasy life I'm simply counting time.&lt;br /&gt;But what else can I do other than write and stand in line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your deep nod agreed that I throw myself in exile.&lt;br /&gt;Because it is my face that you will eternally revile.&lt;br /&gt;While you can have all your smiles and sunshines afar.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not like this because this isn't who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-6990259585490742819?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6990259585490742819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=6990259585490742819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/6990259585490742819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/6990259585490742819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/06/exile.html' title='Exile'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-6874981423519234582</id><published>2009-06-28T01:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:24:11.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warfare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The death toll is fleeting in this field of violence.&lt;br /&gt;A skirmish is waged at every moment of silence.&lt;br /&gt;The drums of war call my darkness and my light.&lt;br /&gt;Watch them clash all throughout the long night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth disappeared beneath the sea of corpses.&lt;br /&gt;And yet both sides still appear to have infinite forces.&lt;br /&gt;I do my best to maintain diplomacy amidst the fire.&lt;br /&gt;I do so all throughout the night until the morning I tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings me much pain to know these fights never end.&lt;br /&gt;Because at one point these sides were just wills I could bend.&lt;br /&gt;The war has yet to reach the the surface of my exterior.&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that in the end I can prove myself superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is fading in this vying for who is wrong and right.&lt;br /&gt;And today it is only the dead whom will answer my plight.&lt;br /&gt;Warfare will rage on for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;But I will do what I can to end this eternal strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-813910374389017031</id><published>2009-06-26T01:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:32:25.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nexus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wandered out too far and I read unforgiving books&lt;br /&gt;The information I discovered shattered strong rooks.&lt;br /&gt;My very soul felt the strike of my unveiled truth.&lt;br /&gt;And for a time I was afraid to seek further proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled as a walking pillar of hopeless sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I would not be painless until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;My surface shines but at the same time my insides rot.&lt;br /&gt;The great man that I once was has only been forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my own hands I would struggle to defend my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;As I began to, in her eyes, lose more and more vanity.&lt;br /&gt;But there are many ways to recover -- a great variety.&lt;br /&gt;A mask, a sprint, a jump, and my very own sobriety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with no heart to call my own, I stood no chance.&lt;br /&gt;But I did not running away, I did not squander my glance.&lt;br /&gt;Although I had no hope of winning, I made my last stand.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew? I came out alive with a reward most grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deployed the last of my ordinance in this psychological war.&lt;br /&gt;But only to realize that I had become the hypocritical whore.&lt;br /&gt;So I lowered my weapons and stopped the fighting.&lt;br /&gt;I took the pen, opened to a clean page and started writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong to overlook my mistakes and faults.&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong to lock away her heart's fragments in vaults.&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong to think that I had a chance to win her back.&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong to think that her daily tasks were a personal attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to accept the punishment I deserve for my folly.&lt;br /&gt;I learned to expect excruciating levels of pain by the volley.&lt;br /&gt;I learned to come to terms that my own happiness can be evident.&lt;br /&gt;I learned to smile because as long as she is happy, I am ever so content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-813910374389017031?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/813910374389017031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=813910374389017031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/813910374389017031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/813910374389017031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/06/nexus.html' title='Nexus'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-7777136747235731286</id><published>2009-06-23T06:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:06:40.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora's Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wear the mask of "everything will be okay."&lt;br /&gt;I turn against my true feelings everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I jump to conclusions and remove the mask.&lt;br /&gt;Revealing all the questions I come to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her that I will support her every act.&lt;br /&gt;I shed a tear as the quill signed the pact.&lt;br /&gt;To lock away my emotions to Pandora's box.&lt;br /&gt;Time beyond time despises this very paradox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality's blades are ripping away my wings.&lt;br /&gt;Invading the hope that my new life brings.&lt;br /&gt;Help me God for I am running low on power.&lt;br /&gt;As I climb to the top of this endless tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mask covers the face that Pandora hides.&lt;br /&gt;Behind it there are laws to which he never abides.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect front will fool everybody but him.&lt;br /&gt;As my emotions will become slaves to his every whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could love again but Pandora says I will not.&lt;br /&gt;Because inside the prison of this mask I will rot.&lt;br /&gt;It will be useless if I struggle or try to break free.&lt;br /&gt;Because nobody on the other side will ever hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandora will tell them that I am only an insane, mad man.&lt;br /&gt;And they will all believe him as much as they possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;So I remain sealed away in his box behind the mask.&lt;br /&gt;Pandora will answer your questions now, so feel free to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-7777136747235731286?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/7777136747235731286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=7777136747235731286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/7777136747235731286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/7777136747235731286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/06/pandoras-box.html' title='Pandora&apos;s Box'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-1659987445015166732</id><published>2009-06-21T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:28:02.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Struggling for happiness I trudge forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The avoidance of sadness I run toward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My body wants to feel and embrace Corruption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As it sways to the music under conduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though I feel bitter stings in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It won't be mistakes that take me apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm half the man I was yesteryear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three quarters don't subvert my greatest fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the dice reveal that unconditional love is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sought that water in long dried leaves instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the twenty-sided landed on a one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We drowned our eyes after it was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my exile, I sought to find sage advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To figure out why I was punished but only thrice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My answers revealed to me a special peace of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A peace where I settled for the Hell in which I dined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It makes me smile to know that she'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I focus on the greater betterment of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I push and I push as my steps become inert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the darkest corruption inside me will subvert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The darkness cannot take me from the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the darkness will prevent it from impairing my sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we push toward our goals in this coaster ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll be happy enough to know that inside, I tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In between those absolutes I fight with clarity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I dabble in old virtues of chivalry and charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've become clear once again in this age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I administer my heart a potent triage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not the light and I am not the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am the gray area in the journey which I embark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will not be clouded by the contrast or the bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am the bringer of balance; I am the twilight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-1659987445015166732?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/1659987445015166732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=1659987445015166732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/1659987445015166732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/1659987445015166732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/06/twilight-dream.html' title='Twilight Dream'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-6168278205500929685</id><published>2009-06-19T16:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:55:03.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You were there beside me when the sun struck ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You told me stories; you showed me around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You gave color to my empty shade of gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You always thought of me even while I was away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your sage wisdom gave way to my inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Especially in darkest hours of our extended separation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I'm away from home I apply all that I've learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;While I crossed those bridges as behind me they burned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are the very example that honor is not dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But a testament that there is truth amidst the lies we are fed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Between happy and sad, you were there to tip the scales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the good of all of us, you paved truly remarkable trails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at me still talking when there's much to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For at least today I'm glad to be here with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though sometimes I'm rash and sometimes I'm a bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sure everyone agrees that you're a pretty awesome father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-6168278205500929685?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6168278205500929685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=6168278205500929685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/6168278205500929685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/6168278205500929685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/06/father.html' title='Father'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-403186324402702478</id><published>2009-06-13T01:24:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:48:56.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And yet we strike back at the highest tier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;With steadied resolve struck like a spear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The darkness gets banished by our inner light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As long as the epiphany remains true, we will fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;See how our power soars and watch it fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;While we dream sweet dreams of Lucy in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We shed our black drapes of despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And don the white vestments of repair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As the entanglements of our misery unravel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We sort out the disorganization of this drabble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The beam flashes, the enemies flee in terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As we work to fix our sad, once-fatal error.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Low are their resources and high are the takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We won't mess up, we won't make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We're not alone, there is more to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We're together, something is amiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We will rise up and take back what is ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Before my bridge burns, before my love sours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Allow the lesser people turn their backs and leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But I won't go until you find absolute reprieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is the age where there are no more lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is the age that the lows become pleasant highs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll make it out of this with your hand in mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Neither of us will fall back and be left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-403186324402702478?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/403186324402702478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=403186324402702478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/403186324402702478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/403186324402702478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/06/cain.html' title='Cain'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-5924970172941278575</id><published>2009-06-08T02:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:48:46.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a whole year of something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And yet I feel like I have accomplished nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lines were crossed, hands were held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeings lost, love was failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday we broke the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today we were complete fools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow we lose that old flame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And we bring color to our honest name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The light of day blots out the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We aborted the journey on which I now embark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is not how my life is written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I mend the heart they have smitten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had the comfort of friend, faith, and wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But today I have the emptiness of poor health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drained everyday I miss our old comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I perform every remaining concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was greeted in the morning by love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like there was an actual god up above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But at night, when I can think this through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In lieu of sleep, I can't find better things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I'm greeted by feeling lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No god, home is now much less homely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back then I slept so comfortably, so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I'm plagued by indifference heavily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When it will stop, I will never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoping that the love I plant will grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just tell me if I'm making progress please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doing so will put my wounded mind at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I listen to that old playlist, I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From its solemn lyrics my wounds dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thinking of the way things were before the year's turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember those unforgettable things in which we burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-5924970172941278575?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/5924970172941278575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=5924970172941278575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/5924970172941278575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/5924970172941278575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/06/illumina.html' title='The Old Playlist'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-5564080800817218253</id><published>2009-06-02T12:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:26:00.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Conflict is out on the desolate street.&lt;br /&gt;Playing useless tracks on eternal repeat.&lt;br /&gt;They bang on our doors to give us personal cancer.&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather shut them out and give them no answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We crossed the sea of emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overshot our own readiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Placed hope in the hands of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we left all the bad far, far behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I look back toward the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And begin setting my plan into motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're new people in a fresh new age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're ex-slaves breaking out of our cage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We aim to make true our dreams of fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But nevermore for that absolute contradiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In this new age, only good comes from a new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuffing hands, fulfilling kisses, taking stress away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some things you don't forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes we wallow in regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But when we embrace, your heart is set free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow is another day that we will see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Together we are, again, one and the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll no longer black my once honest name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'll be able to sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As tomorrow we fight the good fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll rebuild this building, this old home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll make things right in steady metronome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sick of wishing; so I make it true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wished upon a new age for me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In this age we'll be happy once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And we'll forgive each other of old sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll hold our hands in remembrance of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And soak in the comfort of every last kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-5564080800817218253?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/5564080800817218253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=5564080800817218253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/5564080800817218253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/5564080800817218253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-age.html' title='A New Age'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-6796865900207689597</id><published>2009-06-01T06:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:35:34.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That night I stroked her face one last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again it sent cold shivers down my battered spine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted my lips to show her how much I truly loved her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The inability to do so ripped and tore my heart asunder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were separated for the longest month in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A month marking off days on my arms with a knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I missed her so much that today I'm very silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wished that I hadn't gotten so wicked and violent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her lips are the poison and the cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet it's feeling only feels very pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It pains me to feel rejection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I deserve it upon reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I fight and struggle against the coming storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Simply being close to her alone makes me feel warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Despite the warmth there's a disconnection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slowing the molecules of the loving convection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know she loves me but at times it's so hard to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being damaged goods it's not easy to know what we need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am sorely troubled with wonders of what hides in store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the elevator of my soul; there's room for one more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's room for one more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-6796865900207689597?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6796865900207689597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=6796865900207689597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/6796865900207689597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/6796865900207689597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/06/elevator.html' title='Elevator'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-7714469061402186949</id><published>2009-05-16T02:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T05:52:46.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Displacement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This world is so much noise.&lt;br /&gt;As girls are girls, boys are boys.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling eats away at my heart, preventing sleep.&lt;br /&gt;As I spend long nights with eyes open in silent weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot bear the pain much longer.&lt;br /&gt;Although I know I cannot be any wronger.&lt;br /&gt;We drew the lines of our terms in open, washed-out sand.&lt;br /&gt;Craning our heads as we listen to our personal favorite band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dotting my eyes with the panacea of their red.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking the very worst our feelings can dread.&lt;br /&gt;Pulsing waves of nausea encircle my weary body.&lt;br /&gt;When and why did our love become ever so shoddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no one but myself to fall back on in this dark time.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it won't be long until our plans once more intertwine.&lt;br /&gt;The resounding words of revival are now a rarity.&lt;br /&gt;So much that every night I'm unable to achieve absolute clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-7714469061402186949?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-7734830426695987652</id><published>2009-05-15T00:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:21:13.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Wanderer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This wanderer is very far away from his old home.&lt;br /&gt;He obtained vast amounts of time.&lt;br /&gt;This wanderer sought neither word nor tome.&lt;br /&gt;And so continues his endless climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wanderer persists and never quits.&lt;br /&gt;Believed he wants it all to end.&lt;br /&gt;This wanderer is at the end of his wits.&lt;br /&gt;Thus can he only wander once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wanderer hopes with every fiber of his being.&lt;br /&gt;He prays that everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;This wanderer sung every song there is to sing.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting long days for this to unwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wanderer will always continue to wander.&lt;br /&gt;Never coming to a complete and final stop.&lt;br /&gt;This wanderer will always continue to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing beads of sweat with no last drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-7734830426695987652?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/7734830426695987652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=7734830426695987652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the control room the world's quite a view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see vibrant deserts from a sky oh-so-blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The people down below are fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is violence really all that inviting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are many people with many weapons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They've been fighting since last night at eleven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My people watch in bewilderment of such rage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We wonder if this planet is at a 3rd world stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With such primitive technology blood is shed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quite unlike our own world where crime is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though we came with absolute peace in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's probably better we leave this world behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our society has no place for humans so savage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where thirty thousand deaths are mere average.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been years since I've returned to my hearth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I wonder whatever became of planet Earth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-681311956583790568?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/681311956583790568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=681311956583790568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/681311956583790568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/681311956583790568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-extraterrestrial.html' title='Lost Extraterrestrial'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-2392909981893441453</id><published>2009-05-02T18:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:14:47.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White Chalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the limit of my sobriety,&lt;br /&gt;Removal of simple variety,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the bells faintly in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;Entertaining the Reaper at the final instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fight to contain the corruption within.&lt;br /&gt;Begging for the mercy from those I sin.&lt;br /&gt;Ding dong, the boat floats across the River Styx.&lt;br /&gt;Ding dong, it has now arrived just for sad kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallowing and drowning in shallow sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I'll get pulled out for air tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Hacks and slashes mark my tattered self.&lt;br /&gt;As I return the tools of labor to the wooden shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wretched Adams pay for their own Hell.&lt;br /&gt;Yet these days I can only hear the same bell.&lt;br /&gt;While I sit here and do nothing but talk,&lt;br /&gt;Others happily proclaim love in white chalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-2392909981893441453?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/2392909981893441453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=2392909981893441453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/2392909981893441453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/2392909981893441453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/05/white-chalk.html' title='White Chalk'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-7165039661266421555</id><published>2009-05-02T13:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:17:19.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way The World Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blessed be the knights of old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Into the fires to which you behold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Original standard for the prophet's word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waste away mammal, reptile, and pretty bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fixation is the new sign of remembrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Despite our own slightest bit of evidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It all falls apart in the blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so we all know Revelation is nigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stopped all modern warfare and fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stopped all feral shooting and biting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've forgotten our purpose beyond amends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that is exactly the way the world ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-7165039661266421555?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/7165039661266421555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=7165039661266421555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Arbitrary belief and nobody wins.&lt;br /&gt;Momentary relief and the wheel spins.&lt;br /&gt;Based on the promise of coming salvation.&lt;br /&gt;It feels more like absolute retaliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ask what's wrong and I shrug.&lt;br /&gt;But they see past the holes we've dug.&lt;br /&gt;I cry again and it pains me so.&lt;br /&gt;But miserable men can't say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks time will fix the wounds.&lt;br /&gt;She sleeps comfortably in cold rooms.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you could stop me from crying all night.&lt;br /&gt;You wish I'd stop struggling and go towards the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can shout but no one will listen.&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may there's no calm position.&lt;br /&gt;I wish this hurt, pain, and agony didn't stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was easy for me not to feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-7299761167647710543?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/7299761167647710543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=7299761167647710543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/7299761167647710543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/7299761167647710543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-one-listened.html' title='No One Listened'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-1332594465130498473</id><published>2009-04-14T22:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:10:07.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing is the First Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipping into memoirs of long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wishing love told me where she'd go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Picking up the phone for a quick dial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But knowing things is going out of style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An eye for an eye in the boughs of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We aim for something less than strife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart races and my senses tense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Invoking the power that love prevents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't leave me here wondering why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because I'm so worried, I could die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Explanation can only go very far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I sit here wishing upon a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I can't keep feeling this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For its eventual end I can only pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do you do this, I'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But this is the feeling love will bestow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-1332594465130498473?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-6397331998245256453</id><published>2009-04-07T01:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:55:38.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day and Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOZfkQrf7V8/Sdr4q8xQWbI/AAAAAAAAACY/PnXjXTS0vZs/s1600-h/uolojgd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOZfkQrf7V8/Sdr4q8xQWbI/AAAAAAAAACY/PnXjXTS0vZs/s200/uolojgd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321839326442576306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss her smile every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss her lips pressed on mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss her arms around me tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss her eyes' tender shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want her to like me so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want her to see me for the hero I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want her to leave my faults at the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want her to know I am the one she loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish I could perfect my art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish I made the world a better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish I knew where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish I could win this endless race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am tired of being sad at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am exhausted from the trials by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am determined to make things right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am set to turn this darkness away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-6397331998245256453?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6397331998245256453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=6397331998245256453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/6397331998245256453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/6397331998245256453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-and-night.html' title='Day and Night'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOZfkQrf7V8/Sdr4q8xQWbI/AAAAAAAAACY/PnXjXTS0vZs/s72-c/uolojgd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-7912533999229134168</id><published>2009-04-06T08:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:42:50.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Real and True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feet planted in tattered debris.&lt;br /&gt;We aim to end her misery.&lt;br /&gt;Biting bullets for what was good.&lt;br /&gt;She thought she was misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She painted a worse off painting.&lt;br /&gt;But it only sped her tainting.&lt;br /&gt;We stood with her until the day it reckons.&lt;br /&gt;As she sank low to drink the remaining seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her painting was never the same.&lt;br /&gt;We knew her story and her game.&lt;br /&gt;She has the power to be happy once more.&lt;br /&gt;All she really had to do was walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she took a chance to set things straight.&lt;br /&gt;Cracked the surface at the strike of eight.&lt;br /&gt;She despised all the ashes she had to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;As we set her on the blessed path of reprieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet don't we all walk on wounds?&lt;br /&gt;Can you remember those afternoons?&lt;br /&gt;We just hold on to what remains of what we think is lost.&lt;br /&gt;Even if those just happen to have unconventional cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the records we unbind.&lt;br /&gt;We were out of our mind.&lt;br /&gt;Against odds and never questioning why or how.&lt;br /&gt;We stand close and we sing together now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5854514252367220046-7912533999229134168?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/7912533999229134168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=7912533999229134168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/7912533999229134168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/7912533999229134168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-real-and-true.html' title='What&apos;s Real and True'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-4284588735221064495</id><published>2009-02-09T09:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:15:46.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Highways Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went down the road at extreme speeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boring patterns of pavement burn my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We exchanged thoughts of sowing seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As she cast her gaze upon colorful skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I tapped the breaks and we came to a stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got directions from the cream of the crop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But she decided to stay in the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As she looked again to the sky afar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We both had dreams of being mile high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had nightmares of beign stranded to earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We knew our love was without a single lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As we had found what we sought since birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Night time, bearing strait, my car is aglow&lt;br /&gt;We jet set once again on Highways Go&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were still in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And so we still knew why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-4284588735221064495?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/4284588735221064495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=4284588735221064495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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arrives a new hero borne of light.&lt;br /&gt;He has the fist that could shatter boulders.&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world sits on his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people loved him like a god.&lt;br /&gt;At his chivalry they all applaud.&lt;br /&gt;Granted him the key to the city.&lt;br /&gt;Made him an instant celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dotting the soil with the tips of his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;As he challenges exotic death that lingers.&lt;br /&gt;Though he is a savior he is but a common man.&lt;br /&gt;Try as though you may, catch him if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the hero transcends reality with act.&lt;br /&gt;Reality can bounce back for a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;Little did he think on actions he takes.&lt;br /&gt;For even heroic men commit mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-454780873721648390?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/454780873721648390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=454780873721648390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/454780873721648390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/454780873721648390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/01/heroic-men.html' title='Heroic Men'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-5492093738159745832</id><published>2009-01-02T07:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:34:05.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Yahweh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This morning I ask of you, God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the serenity to accept the things I cannot change?&lt;br /&gt;To take hold of the reigns that are beyond my range?&lt;br /&gt;Am I to sit idly while the walls crumble?&lt;br /&gt;Am I to wrap myself in guilty ensemble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the courage to change the things that I can?&lt;br /&gt;To once again acquire the trust of my beloved clan?&lt;br /&gt;In eternal paralysis what can I move?&lt;br /&gt;In their eyes of hatred what can I prove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the wisdom to know the difference of the two?&lt;br /&gt;To assure the masses that what I say is true?&lt;br /&gt;Does redemption come with time?&lt;br /&gt;Or are there stairs I must climb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-5492093738159745832?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/5492093738159745832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=5492093738159745832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/5492093738159745832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/5492093738159745832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-yahweh.html' title='Dear Yahweh'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-7922101181645326776</id><published>2008-12-14T23:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:38:28.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Who Suffers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gone are the days of constant struggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gone are the days of deadly trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gone are the days I look over my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gone are the days I lift their heavy boulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gone are the days stood under skies no longer blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gone are the days where dreams just don't come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gone are the days I'm molested with wasteful plot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gone are the days that will eventually be forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now are the days of my true salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now are the days of awesome foundation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now are the days I face forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now are the days of eternal reward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now are the days the sun shines over green valley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now are the days the dreams are my modus operandi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now are the days I am no longer he who suffers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now are the days that her and I are lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-7922101181645326776?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/7922101181645326776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=7922101181645326776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/7922101181645326776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/7922101181645326776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-who-suffers.html' title='He Who Suffers'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-5841660420359808835</id><published>2008-12-08T01:50:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T02:28:53.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shotguns For Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Answers are inches from my face.&lt;br /&gt;Irony all over the world set in place.&lt;br /&gt;So the rich man broke his back setting new plans.&lt;br /&gt;Going off like fucking time bombs set in foreign lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promote anger to all those in check.&lt;br /&gt;While soldiers avoid fire, "hit the deck!"&lt;br /&gt;Wandering scavengers will loot the area wrought with fire.&lt;br /&gt;Like the parasites called humans when severed from the wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretend God'll punish them all.&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't exactly happen last Fall.&lt;br /&gt;We hiss and boo when our soldiers piss on the hands of prisoners of war.&lt;br /&gt;Yet we don't give a rat's ass when we witness terrorist blood and gore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready or not, it's happening for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apocalypse here we fucking come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reality is the bane of all those people too poor to overcome its deadly crunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While rich tyrants are fat and happy, warriors only have shotguns for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The man upstairs ignores the call for peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While the Church is SO busy ordaining the priest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't imagine how many times a soul proclaimed 'Not like this' in dying breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not when Earth's reality is much worse than divorce's kiss of bittersweet death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-5841660420359808835?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/5841660420359808835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Paradoxial Rhyme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night we made a given choice&lt;br /&gt;Cry forever or momentary rejoice?&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we put these on.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening we take these off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us walked in silent tandem&lt;br /&gt;Forsaken voices of the memorandum&lt;br /&gt;Morning sun show me things astray.&lt;br /&gt;Evening darkness take it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all choices a consequence occurs&lt;br /&gt;Each choice an angel or devil concurs&lt;br /&gt;But while we think about what the words mean&lt;br /&gt;People are suffering as shown on the Exhibit 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are powerful and true&lt;br /&gt;More so important than me or you&lt;br /&gt;So consider for a moment your new pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;And think about the suffrage not shown in news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them all and their smiling faces.&lt;br /&gt;They miss me in solitary saving graces.&lt;br /&gt;Little children who run and play without worry.&lt;br /&gt;No nightmares of destiny nor dreams of glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aeons ago, history folds and unfolds&lt;br /&gt;Facing reality of all the news and olds.&lt;br /&gt;Long ago, mankind was deathly afraid of Chickenpox&lt;br /&gt;But here and today, history only abhors a paradox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-6516533931311547543?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6516533931311547543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=6516533931311547543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/6516533931311547543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/6516533931311547543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/12/paradoxial-rhyme.html' title='Paradoxial Rhyme'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-3831831593435810327</id><published>2008-11-22T21:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:21:51.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lines of Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then of course it did.&lt;br /&gt;How do we sing these songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang the night away&lt;br /&gt;Intimidating everybody everyday&lt;br /&gt;Beyond what we knew was true&lt;br /&gt;The outcome came out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are no longer her slaves.&lt;br /&gt;The siren song no longer worked on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become most immune&lt;br /&gt;To those offers of the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I say "No more!"&lt;br /&gt;As I bolt quickly out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I know her board and many games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I journeyed off the beach&lt;br /&gt;Out of the siren's accursed reach&lt;br /&gt;But lines of sand remain on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;The leftover of only a poison most fragrant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-3831831593435810327?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3831831593435810327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=3831831593435810327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/3831831593435810327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/3831831593435810327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/11/lines-of-sand.html' title='Lines of Sand'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-3883212091353119726</id><published>2008-11-18T14:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:38:47.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Snow falls all around me in Winter&lt;br /&gt;Swept away leaves of the hinter&lt;br /&gt;All around me is the cake of snow&lt;br /&gt;Inside I discover secrets unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you I cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;The toils and troubles of last December&lt;br /&gt;One day I wear orthodontic braces&lt;br /&gt;Today I think of romantic spaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit there calmly on the ledge&lt;br /&gt;I crane my head over the edge&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at the moon I howl with loud shrill&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by the solstice of Winter chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down the stairs of eternity&lt;br /&gt;Every step the others lost verity&lt;br /&gt;When I hit the floor level I feel that snow again&lt;br /&gt;And all at once I remember how bitter life was then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile as my new life comes to embrace me&lt;br /&gt;Cherry blossoms fell again from that one tree&lt;br /&gt;So we hold hands and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Thus is the reality of a stray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-3883212091353119726?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3883212091353119726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the cities plagued with rebel insurgency&lt;br /&gt;To the village where there's no currency&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away into the river wide and deep&lt;br /&gt;Brought down from the sky where gods sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break when the clock strikes six&lt;br /&gt;Fools on street corners envy each others' fix&lt;br /&gt;Some pay the fortune of honest cash&lt;br /&gt;Others fall to their knees for dishonest splash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There walks the women who plays with her hair&lt;br /&gt;The honorable driverby pretends she's not there&lt;br /&gt;There stalks the shady man who folds his coat&lt;br /&gt;The dishonorable one plants his knife in the throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disgusted by the acts and trade of the night&lt;br /&gt;But to many they are what makes things so right&lt;br /&gt;One day maybe it'll all be okay and society's at its prime&lt;br /&gt;But for now they sit back and enjoy the bounty of a dime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun rises and the people are long gone&lt;br /&gt;What remains is the remnant of an old line drawn&lt;br /&gt;As daylight shone we all sing and rejoice that we survived&lt;br /&gt;But it fell to careless candescence when nightfall arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-9125041044524699040?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/9125041044524699040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=9125041044524699040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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are now old enough to make well-drawn decision&lt;br /&gt;We cuff our hands and do away with worry&lt;br /&gt;We press lips and the TV begotten so blurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long as night exists we only have another&lt;br /&gt;Again is 'sleep time' spent beneath the covers&lt;br /&gt;My breathing has never been so hard&lt;br /&gt;As I feel you in evermore close regard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun and moon will never be at battle again&lt;br /&gt;We'll remember such days way back when&lt;br /&gt;It was in giving that we received&lt;br /&gt;To combat times that we were deceived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part came where the planets align&lt;br /&gt;As such we gave so much space and time&lt;br /&gt;Rewarding is our love almost too true&lt;br /&gt;For the future perfect I love only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-3928605778999099241?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3928605778999099241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=3928605778999099241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/3928605778999099241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/3928605778999099241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/10/future-pefect.html' title='Future Perfect'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-4012922414200658942</id><published>2008-10-12T22:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:01:55.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitchforks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Putting feet into the pedal speeding away&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind selfish lies that led people astray&lt;br /&gt;Sowing seeds of fabrication into the population&lt;br /&gt;Leaving no promise answered with confirmation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plead with me babe, because no one will&lt;br /&gt;Give a funnel for my bleeding heart to fill&lt;br /&gt;No inclusions of safety for the common man&lt;br /&gt;I stop and wonder who stayed and who ran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day that king will simply be shot by brother&lt;br /&gt;For the freedom of his people and all who suffer&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is the day of sweat and crudest toil&lt;br /&gt;But someday everyone's blood will come to boil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot help but look at every fool alive&lt;br /&gt;Without slapping similarity of why we thrive&lt;br /&gt;One thousand lies bought; and truths sold&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that that it was earlier that we were told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-4012922414200658942?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/4012922414200658942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=4012922414200658942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/4012922414200658942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/4012922414200658942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/10/pitchforks.html' title='Pitchforks'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-8125394308307265713</id><published>2008-10-10T07:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:00:43.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimension Zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ultrasounding out the things beyond what our eyes perceive&lt;br /&gt;Cutting out the hemorrhaging blight behind walls of grace&lt;br /&gt;It is in new ultimate giving that we are ever bound to receive&lt;br /&gt;When it's almost all over we join together in sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eclectic tear pulls us into places we never like to see&lt;br /&gt;But given no choice we are left to fight in unfamiliar places&lt;br /&gt;Very few things stand between lifelong lovers such as we&lt;br /&gt;As we journey through the foggy ruins of wide open spaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a souvenir because there's no coming back to this&lt;br /&gt;This wicked place does not deserve good people like we&lt;br /&gt;We're challenging the void in the midst of howl and hiss&lt;br /&gt;We don't like it here because it just isn't the place to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago something kept me there since first dawn&lt;br /&gt;And the answer back then is just the same as for now&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can ever leave me if I'm already long, long gone&lt;br /&gt;I live today for what lies ahead forevermore unexplained how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-8125394308307265713?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/8125394308307265713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=8125394308307265713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/8125394308307265713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/8125394308307265713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/10/dimension-zero.html' title='Dimension Zero'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-6844199674339551792</id><published>2008-09-30T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:52:40.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When the sun goes down and the moon hangs high&lt;br /&gt;'Round and all around the clock we lovingly fly&lt;br /&gt;Embracing dreams about the Great Passing&lt;br /&gt;Creating answers to questions we planned on asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not, for I am ever-so watchful and vigilant&lt;br /&gt;Never before have either of us felt so significant&lt;br /&gt;And yet here we dot the skies in fantastic grace&lt;br /&gt;Circling to meet one another so I could see your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never minding the anthems of past evil and distaste&lt;br /&gt;Reviving an age where time moves in extreme haste&lt;br /&gt;Living for the moment and vision of roof-to-roof&lt;br /&gt;And finally our love no longer has a need for proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours become minutes, minutes become seconds&lt;br /&gt;Wherefore it takes weeks for me to forge legends&lt;br /&gt;We touch down and together we watch the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;And as you sleep, I only wish to see your beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-6844199674339551792?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-6244928633095659808</id><published>2008-08-26T14:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:50:57.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shards of glass and shattered boulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Splintered wood and wounded soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Steelheart, sure, and cunning&lt;br /&gt;This time I feel not like running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misplaced trust and the falling&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago had I found my calling&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating what will come to be&lt;br /&gt;Another happy spell for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slicing my way through life's dribbling slime&lt;br /&gt;Finding my path to happiness of all time&lt;br /&gt;No need to panic, I must remain calm&lt;br /&gt;As for you, a kiss to the back of palm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the actualized value we all seek&lt;br /&gt;For the people we see every week&lt;br /&gt;For the times we've all shared&lt;br /&gt;For the sacrifices we've all spared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all come alive tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-6244928633095659808?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6244928633095659808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=6244928633095659808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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only wreckage from the flight.&lt;br /&gt;Picking and heaving through disastrous debris.&lt;br /&gt;Searching feverishly for woman and man free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found wallets, suitcases and other leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;Ne'er felt this fucked since the last hangover.&lt;br /&gt;Charred jet remains mark this sad decree.&lt;br /&gt;Still no signs of intelligent life free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mementos, gifts, but no corpses of others.&lt;br /&gt;No sons, no daughters, no fathers, no mothers.&lt;br /&gt;I thought now that everyone stood and took walks.&lt;br /&gt;Since all that remained was debris and dusty rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up in this grayed dream I run.&lt;br /&gt;I survived -- therefore today is done.&lt;br /&gt;Sifting further and further away.&lt;br /&gt;The black and white became color today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-5651444719205388389</id><published>2008-08-11T03:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T04:08:45.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fear is a thing long since past.&lt;br /&gt;Summer went by way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams placed underneath our beds.&lt;br /&gt;Soaked in faith of newlyweds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire raised by heart-shaped fans.&lt;br /&gt;Taking love to great, distant lands.&lt;br /&gt;We take our time, lock hands into position.&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow we return from our expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As life continues, so intensifies our love.&lt;br /&gt;Deepened by oath of sacred turtle dove.&lt;br /&gt;Questioned by fowler, said and true.&lt;br /&gt;Testified by the words 'I love you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramifications of our love infinite.&lt;br /&gt;They only make that more definite.&lt;br /&gt;Though once plagued by all things tragic.&lt;br /&gt;We look ahead, happy by God's blessed magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-5651444719205388389?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/5651444719205388389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=5651444719205388389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/5651444719205388389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/5651444719205388389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/08/magic.html' title='Magic'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-3729295219585649474</id><published>2008-08-02T04:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T05:07:21.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticky-Tacky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Base jumped from the highest distance&lt;br /&gt;Living every moment just for this instance&lt;br /&gt;Gaze at the leader but not his lackey&lt;br /&gt;We're only made of wood glue and ticky-tacky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the journey of living 'til death&lt;br /&gt;Spoken until we're exhaling dry breath&lt;br /&gt;We pursue that which would make us happy&lt;br /&gt;So that we end up as something less ticky-tacky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall upon senseless judgment, be my guest.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting 'til tomorrow dressed in Sunday best.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe... and new life comes from then.&lt;br /&gt;See... and we'll sing together once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then I taught the guilty but true&lt;br /&gt;Today I sit in class right beside you&lt;br /&gt;Lessons of life are growing ever wacky&lt;br /&gt;As we dust off old photos of ticky-tacky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ticky-tacky, tacky-ticky&lt;br /&gt;Even if life is sometimes tricky&lt;br /&gt;Forget the right once, and remember the wrong&lt;br /&gt;Ticky-tacky itself doesn't last all that long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-3729295219585649474?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3729295219585649474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=3729295219585649474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/3729295219585649474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/3729295219585649474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/08/ticky-tacky.html' title='Ticky-Tacky'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-4798160098807264</id><published>2008-07-09T10:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:03:45.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapphire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stars dot the skies with intimate subtleness and glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The wind pours over the grass arousing it until free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Children converge on the flame in song and dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So am I there sitting cross-legged in a deep trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Placing freedom before all in this windy fest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Simple drab and moccasins are the Sunday best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Adults come together and join their children this night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So am I there smiling in joy and flying a handmade kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Questions are finally answered for all to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Answers are also questioned to quell definite fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Philosophy spreads like the roots of the oldest tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So am I there praying to the merciful God blessed be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the rise of dawn and the children sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A guitar is heard in ever so gentle weep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And beside the children embraced husband and wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So am I there holding close the very love of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-4798160098807264?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/4798160098807264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=4798160098807264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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verdana;"&gt;At the break of dawn in God's name we pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the break of dawn everyone will be called friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the break of dawn we will share tales at world's end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the break of dawn quiet will be the new loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the break of dawn parents will all be proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the break of dawn doctors will finally be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the break of dawn hands will reach out to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the break of dawn sunlight will kill the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the break of dawn peace will become the norm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the break of dawn I will go forth and save the homeland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the break of dawn I will tell tales that turn lives to sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-8463859129195775777?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/8463859129195775777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=8463859129195775777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/8463859129195775777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/8463859129195775777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/07/daylight.html' title='Daylight'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-4780106622370853454</id><published>2008-06-25T11:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:05:10.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Diamond</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sifting through sands of what we want most&lt;br /&gt;Most humans in despair turn quietly to Holy Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I have to wash my hands clean&lt;br /&gt;From time I violently ripped away all the filth I'd seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eruption; shards of steel scatter in the distance, away farther&lt;br /&gt;Corruption; I only walk away atop the surface of ocean water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon the shore, like a rocket I fire off into the sky&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes as all laws of nature fail to comply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burst out of the clouds with untruthful grace.&lt;br /&gt;It is even from up here I could see your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiant lights from all directions on me converge&lt;br /&gt;The darkness of my past fires off at the sea only to submerge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with nothing left to cling or latch onto,&lt;br /&gt;I take leave of the sky and submit myself to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-4780106622370853454?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-4051853889253469977</id><published>2008-06-24T07:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:31:20.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forsaken far and furthermore below the jet stream&lt;br /&gt;A place from which Saint Anne can only dream&lt;br /&gt;Eyes shut and fists closed in anticipation of resurrection&lt;br /&gt;Believing only then will she find her sense of perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thrust a hand through the frostbit barrier of ice,&lt;br /&gt;Clenching the outer rim, I pray for bits of paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes opened and she reached back out.&lt;br /&gt;In surprise I retracted my arm filled with doubt.&lt;br /&gt;For the time all at once, the world turned to me.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes from all directions stared me down silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At once I remembered the opposite of love isn't hate.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you are addicted to the perceived fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cesspool of memories that were ever so forgotten by the fool,&lt;br /&gt;Instead used as a weight for training the ability to keep one's cool.&lt;br /&gt;Unable, unwilling for dishonorable shortcuts to fate's plan, I walked astray.&lt;br /&gt;I will decide then to earn my paradise some other how -- some other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-4051853889253469977?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/4051853889253469977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Aquamarine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of times where we never knew right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;The calendar pages ripped away all night long&lt;br /&gt;Knotting around days we'd never known&lt;br /&gt;As we recognize the dark seeds we've sown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there at the beachhead.&lt;br /&gt;No sadness, no signs of dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casting my topaz eyes out at the cascade.&lt;br /&gt;I close them in remembrance of your aid.&lt;br /&gt;Blessing the soreness with purifying hold.&lt;br /&gt;A soothing feeling regrettably never growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the source and held it in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;And it blasts my senses like no other alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in a daze the very morning after the storm.&lt;br /&gt;My twig-like digits ran through brown locks of dragonborn.&lt;br /&gt;Whether they were mine or not, I cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;The last time was only back in yesteryear's November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Autumn wind briskly noted the trees' apathy.&lt;br /&gt;Whence humanity looked at nature with sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tragedy strikes, the senses are very attuned.&lt;br /&gt;Tears hit the floor, light on fire, and life is resumed.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately I come back to the bittersweet reality that binds my hands.&lt;br /&gt;With something to live for, I join yours and escort you to the holy lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-1732707338858234252?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/1732707338858234252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=1732707338858234252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/1732707338858234252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/1732707338858234252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/06/aquamarine.html' title='Aquamarine'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-1085583729903625508</id><published>2008-06-09T23:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:39:25.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It a was day where it was easier to hold a hand once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Tracing a finger across a soft cheek and extract a warm smile&lt;br /&gt;To walk along the parkway with soft brown eyes to meet&lt;br /&gt;For the embrace of a beautiful human soul ever so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into deep eyes to see the pure soul&lt;br /&gt;Drawing upon power to fulfill a newer role&lt;br /&gt;The Phoenix can be very judgmental in its candidates for rebirth&lt;br /&gt;It favors not the people that, only in aimless wander, find hearth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I realize that in colors I find things true&lt;br /&gt;Black and white belying only the distorted hue&lt;br /&gt;When the tide finally succumbs to gravity and finally starts to rise&lt;br /&gt;It will be I who stands there, cupping bloodied hands against my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-1085583729903625508?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/1085583729903625508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=1085583729903625508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/1085583729903625508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/1085583729903625508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/06/prism.html' title='Prism'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-103187194273127788</id><published>2008-06-08T22:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:29:22.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope's Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kept here too long I cannot wait much longer&lt;br /&gt;Not here long enough to become any stronger&lt;br /&gt;We come together joining hands briefly for tonight&lt;br /&gt;We anticipate the time that we fight the good fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bond separated and now they've gone so far astray&lt;br /&gt;We lost our grip and quickly the jetstream took us away&lt;br /&gt;I see the face of angels with smiles and cherubic dimples&lt;br /&gt;My friend, the face of devils frowning, clad in crude pimples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears wetting my cheek I clutch my chest&lt;br /&gt;My friend the same way, she shot for the west&lt;br /&gt;In deaf screams I threw out my wings and took a pen&lt;br /&gt;I brought them close and wrote myself a poem once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I folded my wings in the end at the fall of sun and birth of night.&lt;br /&gt;But unable to sleep, I spread the wings wide and took flight.&lt;br /&gt;These eyes fell upon the earth in search of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever I will seek that hand until bitter end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-103187194273127788?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-3669800626454797803</id><published>2008-06-05T17:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:31:23.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Without the desire or the will to be erased,&lt;br /&gt;He will testify all the troubles he ever faced.&lt;br /&gt;Attired in a dress of darkness and pale skin&lt;br /&gt;She will invoke the light and goodness within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akeo didn't know what to do or say&lt;br /&gt;He knew that he would see her anyway&lt;br /&gt;Akina was paralyzed with anticipation&lt;br /&gt;She knew all too well her new relation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dreamed the ominous dreams of revelation&lt;br /&gt;They were dark, gloomy, and void of admiration.&lt;br /&gt;She dreamed the sweet dreams of familiarity&lt;br /&gt;They made her cringe and smile in celerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cries closed in to the gates only minutes remain&lt;br /&gt;It was the end of the world as the cloud exploded into rain.&lt;br /&gt;Splinters were split as the bloodthirsty invasion spilled quickly inside&lt;br /&gt;A tear formed in the pit of Akina's eye before Akeo's opened wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-3669800626454797803?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3669800626454797803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=3669800626454797803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Strike 5 AM where the line is drawn.&lt;br /&gt;Fast-forwarding, we experience equally the runes active change&lt;br /&gt;How can something so beautiful turn out so exotic and strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bugs and doves have stopped flying around me&lt;br /&gt;Replaced are they by raven and the beasts of Galilee&lt;br /&gt;Off in the distance I set my gaze and make a final demand.&lt;br /&gt;In the hopes of their will being delivered by blessed God's Hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I will trade the broad daylight and travel far in pox and ill.&lt;br /&gt;Unbeknown that I am the very chosen one to invoke God's Will.&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there to hold me through the dark?&lt;br /&gt;Just like the prophet Moses and your Son before you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lord do not be quick or hasty to forsaken me.&lt;br /&gt;For in your blessed gift of nature I kneel blissfully&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the gift of life and I shall use it&lt;br /&gt;For my father, into your hands -- I commend my spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-6392418671731988826?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6392418671731988826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=6392418671731988826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/6392418671731988826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/6392418671731988826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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rewind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Threads of velvet marked the spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wondrous deeds Peter only forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Simon asked the Messiah what was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To the floor Jesus took 12 men strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Unfinished are the deeds of friends today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Becoming the enemies locked in the fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Close your eyes and think for the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And forget -- forget everything and remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-1572070234513527132?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/1572070234513527132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=1572070234513527132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/1572070234513527132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/1572070234513527132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/05/forget-everything-and-remember.html' title='Forget Everything and Remember'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-9113304719681010946</id><published>2008-05-24T20:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:57:45.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alteration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the end of man where all things come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I will be at the feet of the god worshiped by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In my arms I bear questions about human life and mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Celebrating at the feast quoting the end of history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is a peaceful land in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Senses tingle in loss of the question 'why.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The angelic chorus echoes softly in our ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ending regression, replacing malice with cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wondrous glory rests around us in every wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Attributed by the majestic presence I now draw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This land exists somewhere out there in the land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Remaining now is for the gods to somehow meet this very demand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-9113304719681010946?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/9113304719681010946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=9113304719681010946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/9113304719681010946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/9113304719681010946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/05/alteration.html' title='Alteration'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-273484953656510632</id><published>2008-05-22T22:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:27:16.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;While vapors of hope all weigh thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Whoring fiends hide corruption within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Solidifying ice are labors of yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Personified into breakers in every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The wind flows blocked by existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here we stand as its singular resistance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The wind is but a faint reminder and tribute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The momentary lapse over the peace we refute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tongues of fire seek oxygen for vengeance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The scraps of old are cast on its benevolence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have seen them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bits and pieces of unsold scripts thrown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Some things humanity will never have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In a fit of rage King David would only hope to agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But fear not my friends for I am you and you are me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-273484953656510632?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/273484953656510632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=273484953656510632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/273484953656510632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/273484953656510632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/05/struggle.html' title='Struggle'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-1289666184439179517</id><published>2008-05-21T05:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T05:31:11.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll be there when the grass grows tall and green once again&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for the time we only have to count to ten&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there at the bottom when we are united as one&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there after humanity realizes the harm its done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there counting the days up to infinity&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there standing at the death of impunity&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there questioning why peace came now and not before&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there whispering the glorious secrets of evermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to see the blaze of the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there dancing in the moonlight having fun&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there standing on the very peaks of mountains high&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there at the very sound of the Raven's cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there following the people who leave and never return&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there spreading the knowledge of the wise so you learn&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to extinguish all the fiery embers of spites and fears&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there holding you close and softly brushing away your tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-1289666184439179517?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/1289666184439179517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=1289666184439179517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/1289666184439179517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/1289666184439179517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/05/arrival.html' title='Arrival'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-4129664783571513679</id><published>2008-05-14T18:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:30:08.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of times where sticks and stones were no instruments of the fowler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When they were merely offerings shown to bring pain upon another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I bend backwards in bitter reprieve, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it is the truth of living that I achieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Where bitter rivals return for white hot revenge on behind days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For when they turn to me in strange lands where I meet their gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Will you, my friends, family, and allies be there by my side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For strict rules and laws which we should all abide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When serenity is lost and all things nutritious to the mind break free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who will be there to comfort me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;By what mandate does the serpent roam in search of thee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tell me Adam, and tell me now... will you eat the fruit from that forbidden tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-4129664783571513679?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/4129664783571513679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=4129664783571513679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/4129664783571513679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854514252367220046/posts/default/4129664783571513679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/2008/05/small-words.html' title='Small Words'/><author><name>Nick Of Time</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854514252367220046.post-6785211148929326725</id><published>2008-05-13T23:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:00:00.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phase IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In this wake of mid-dusk, I find myself&lt;br /&gt;assuming the dying breath at the spire of this.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio, silhouette of the assassin free,&lt;br /&gt;death to you and death to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Jude's echoes fall on deaf ears,&lt;br /&gt;ears long since severed by he.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom fighters assume the worst&lt;br /&gt;while here I dance in the face of the moon's pale grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lateral distance for the actions' angles&lt;br /&gt;Purifying devils, tainting angels.&lt;br /&gt;Returning to the twilight, a place with no sight&lt;br /&gt;A place where balance prevails over all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senseless actions for senseless purpose&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the flash of a serenade's whisper&lt;br /&gt;The blood of a siren is thicker than human flesh&lt;br /&gt;Spattered over the test of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-6785211148929326725?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/6785211148929326725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854514252367220046&amp;postID=6785211148929326725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles and all who apply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Would allow their daughters to outfit themselves in such a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember days long-since past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When guardians and knights rode so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweet and fair maidens ridden with curiosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Should they be seen lower than man, they receive apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The long beautiful dresses they wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So beautiful they'd cause any man to stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fallen are those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mysterious days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Magical days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stranger days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today people pride themselves on fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Losing dignity and losing all passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I knew those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where modesty caught the most prominent gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And we will finally know what it's like to fight against ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dream of a time when people no longer have to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When man respects woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And woman respects man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When creatures no longer deserve to be slaughtered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When creatures no longer slaughter man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of a time when we no longer pollute our fair skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of a time when we can see the stars at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dream of a time we can sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dream of a time where we no longer need to look over our shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But this dream is only a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For no longer is this a place where dragons fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854514252367220046-3281852743138048286?l=plain-poetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plain-poetics.blogspot.com/feeds/3281852743138048286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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