<?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-28609440</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:50:49.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Written For Years</title><subtitle type='html'>My Poetry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-5185482706091027004</id><published>2008-04-11T18:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:32:36.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>destroyer</title><content type='html'>the door spins&lt;br /&gt;like a wheel&lt;br /&gt;on an overturned bicycle&lt;br /&gt;the rider thrown away&lt;br /&gt;bloodied and bruised by the road side&lt;br /&gt;blindsided by a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world turns&lt;br /&gt;like the belt in an engine&lt;br /&gt;moving some vital part&lt;br /&gt;from here to there&lt;br /&gt;making things work&lt;br /&gt;giving life and air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past remembers&lt;br /&gt;little deeds and sins&lt;br /&gt;stores them up&lt;br /&gt;like rain in a barrel&lt;br /&gt;to drown the unrepentant in&lt;br /&gt;when their day has come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fire breathes life&lt;br /&gt;into the hearts of men&lt;br /&gt;like the spark of an idea&lt;br /&gt;giving motion to some desired end&lt;br /&gt;each action adds to the chain&lt;br /&gt;bringing us back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one link&lt;br /&gt;one digression&lt;br /&gt;one false word&lt;br /&gt;one fatal step&lt;br /&gt;it all comes back&lt;br /&gt;to haunt those&lt;br /&gt;who hold themselves so far&lt;br /&gt;above their own contempt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-5185482706091027004?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5185482706091027004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=5185482706091027004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/5185482706091027004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/5185482706091027004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2008/04/destroyer.html' title='destroyer'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-144757497536648997</id><published>2007-11-13T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:06:27.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been away</title><content type='html'>I've been busy with other things and haven't updated here in a while.  I will try to do that this weekend or next.  Things will get better a round here, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-144757497536648997?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/144757497536648997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=144757497536648997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/144757497536648997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/144757497536648997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-been-away.html' title='i&apos;ve been away'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-115081632063726539</id><published>2006-10-17T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:30:31.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>something</title><content type='html'>something about a riptide&lt;br /&gt;something about a shock of blue sky&lt;br /&gt;some clouds with sunshine halos&lt;br /&gt;something about the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;where a decision is made&lt;br /&gt;and a life passes by&lt;br /&gt;how responsible are you&lt;br /&gt;for what is now torn in two&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;we all want too&lt;br /&gt;something about you&lt;br /&gt;we all want to&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;feel&lt;br /&gt;see&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;something too&lt;br /&gt;in those sweetest cool eyes&lt;br /&gt;where you play&lt;br /&gt;at the distance&lt;br /&gt;an the unuttered sigh&lt;br /&gt;that lives as the witness&lt;br /&gt;there is just&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-115081632063726539?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/115081632063726539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=115081632063726539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/115081632063726539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/115081632063726539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2006/06/blah.html' title='something'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-8561323730005371669</id><published>2006-10-17T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:31:33.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the breaking mile</title><content type='html'>out along the beach&lt;br /&gt;where the earth is sundering&lt;br /&gt;submergered in the breath taking&lt;br /&gt;quiet cold alliance&lt;br /&gt;along the breaking mile&lt;br /&gt;where the sun convoluted&lt;br /&gt;washed over the shore&lt;br /&gt;sheering away plattitudes&lt;br /&gt;deep with in you&lt;br /&gt;something floats free&lt;br /&gt;sinking in the sands&lt;br /&gt;like time&lt;br /&gt;like fear unrequited&lt;br /&gt;washed away with the tide&lt;br /&gt;the beaches soft sand eroding&lt;br /&gt;the navel tidal pools &lt;br /&gt;spinning water&lt;br /&gt;gritty silk tumbling through&lt;br /&gt;collapsing foamy bubbles&lt;br /&gt;play across bodies&lt;br /&gt;encased in the fear of the moment&lt;br /&gt;frothy movement&lt;br /&gt;comes across in waves&lt;br /&gt;drowning the thoughtless&lt;br /&gt;making way for the unspoiled hereafter&lt;br /&gt;where tears and anger are shed&lt;br /&gt;under the corpse coloured cloud hidden sun&lt;br /&gt;runs the beach&lt;br /&gt;the truest place in your known soul&lt;br /&gt;the starting point&lt;br /&gt;of all the thoughts and decisions&lt;br /&gt;littered with the miniscule grains&lt;br /&gt;of those bittersweet resentments&lt;br /&gt;guilt betrayal and deceit&lt;br /&gt;packed up in a mountanous state&lt;br /&gt;of vicious desolation&lt;br /&gt;as the wind lays it's cold unfeeling hands&lt;br /&gt;across the flowing rippless&lt;br /&gt;of the lifeless meneagerie&lt;br /&gt;assembled here like floating puppets&lt;br /&gt;sunken statues guarding memory&lt;br /&gt;congregated human drift wood&lt;br /&gt;all along the breaking mile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-8561323730005371669?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8561323730005371669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=8561323730005371669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bout&lt;br /&gt;imagine my life&lt;br /&gt;it’s all you can do&lt;br /&gt;it’s not like you lived it&lt;br /&gt;and you have no ideas&lt;br /&gt;you know what i tell you&lt;br /&gt;nothing more&lt;br /&gt;you never felt what i felt&lt;br /&gt;never healed the wounds of old&lt;br /&gt;you can try to guess&lt;br /&gt;what living has been like for me&lt;br /&gt;more unfortunate than most&lt;br /&gt;but you will never really know &lt;br /&gt;you don’t live in this skin&lt;br /&gt;don’t feel and breathe with it&lt;br /&gt;you will always be outside my life&lt;br /&gt;and that’s how i accept you&lt;br /&gt;by giving you just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;the slightest peek inside&lt;br /&gt;so we can share this cup of understanding&lt;br /&gt;so we can shelter from the cold&lt;br /&gt;always separate in our wrappers&lt;br /&gt;but feeling totally unalone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-4340384752772475594?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4340384752772475594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=4340384752772475594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/4340384752772475594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/4340384752772475594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2006/04/disposable.html' title='disposable'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-1510738905319511586</id><published>2006-04-08T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:33:09.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ashen reflex</title><content type='html'>i sit in the soft light&lt;br /&gt;hands by my side&lt;br /&gt;soft whispers coming&lt;br /&gt;taking over the life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stray in the background&lt;br /&gt;blending into the night&lt;br /&gt;the wet light pavement&lt;br /&gt;coloured in neon light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk down the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;a smile for all to see&lt;br /&gt;no one looks directly&lt;br /&gt;it’s so fearsome being me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the half time&lt;br /&gt;in the halls&lt;br /&gt;there are ghosts here&lt;br /&gt;there are no walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went off on a tangent&lt;br /&gt;that became my life&lt;br /&gt;i went out for a moment&lt;br /&gt;and forgot my strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i never grow up&lt;br /&gt;inside I will still be old&lt;br /&gt;if i always feel too much&lt;br /&gt;how much can I hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit in the soft light&lt;br /&gt;hands by my side&lt;br /&gt;i break and pour softly&lt;br /&gt;no one sees tears cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i run with the water&lt;br /&gt;i sit in the waves&lt;br /&gt;panic and fear&lt;br /&gt;where no one is saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fly with the dead air&lt;br /&gt;i skim by the page&lt;br /&gt;i tried to be known&lt;br /&gt;blinded all with the clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep rounding the corner&lt;br /&gt;i hide in plain sight&lt;br /&gt;keep coming now and ever&lt;br /&gt;things always get better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-1510738905319511586?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1510738905319511586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=1510738905319511586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/1510738905319511586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/1510738905319511586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2006/04/ashen-reflex.html' title='ashen reflex'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-2767295409087707350</id><published>2006-04-08T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:34:02.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the darkling</title><content type='html'>in the darkling&lt;br /&gt;i dream of scenes&lt;br /&gt;i dream of drawn colours&lt;br /&gt;and people happening&lt;br /&gt;i watch it unfolding&lt;br /&gt;the rhyme and the lie&lt;br /&gt;it’s all happening&lt;br /&gt;behind my eye&lt;br /&gt;i can dream for a moment&lt;br /&gt;of the raining black sun&lt;br /&gt;of the bleeding dry darkness &lt;br /&gt;and the wet running neon&lt;br /&gt;coming together on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;and lighting the patent shoes&lt;br /&gt;of the wandering one&lt;br /&gt;i see the green velvet pool hall&lt;br /&gt;hear the black satin speech&lt;br /&gt;walk the fluffy sand pathways&lt;br /&gt;with everyone else’s feet&lt;br /&gt;and in the second that i notice&lt;br /&gt;i am two people at once&lt;br /&gt;both aware the other is there&lt;br /&gt;until the time fades&lt;br /&gt;and i’m alone again&lt;br /&gt;under the sheets&lt;br /&gt;deep in the darkling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-2767295409087707350?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2767295409087707350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=2767295409087707350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/2767295409087707350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/2767295409087707350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2006/04/darkling.html' title='the darkling'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-7201650092810341990</id><published>2006-04-06T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:35:12.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>punk communication</title><content type='html'>bring you back&lt;br /&gt;take you down&lt;br /&gt;hold this hand&lt;br /&gt;round and round&lt;br /&gt;there are sights&lt;br /&gt;there are sounds&lt;br /&gt;bring you back&lt;br /&gt;trip around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an instant&lt;br /&gt;in a sight&lt;br /&gt;in the twinkle&lt;br /&gt;of an eye&lt;br /&gt;saw it whisper&lt;br /&gt;saw it cry&lt;br /&gt;saw it wither&lt;br /&gt;saw it die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought you back &lt;br /&gt;took you down&lt;br /&gt;brought the thought out&lt;br /&gt;killed the clout&lt;br /&gt;walking wounded&lt;br /&gt;strays and hound&lt;br /&gt;walking grounded&lt;br /&gt;scream and burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an instant&lt;br /&gt;in a sight&lt;br /&gt;in the twinkle&lt;br /&gt;of an eye&lt;br /&gt;saw it whisper&lt;br /&gt;saw it cry&lt;br /&gt;saw it wither&lt;br /&gt;saw it die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a moment&lt;br /&gt;there was a time&lt;br /&gt;there was a feeling&lt;br /&gt;there was a crime&lt;br /&gt;who didn't do it&lt;br /&gt;who didn't lie&lt;br /&gt;who didn't call out&lt;br /&gt;who didn't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the glorious sunshine&lt;br /&gt;in the sloppy rain&lt;br /&gt;in the wonderful waters&lt;br /&gt;of the deepest pain&lt;br /&gt;someone is saving&lt;br /&gt;someone is caving&lt;br /&gt;someone is playing&lt;br /&gt;for some more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is the wonder&lt;br /&gt;who is the call&lt;br /&gt;who is the lover&lt;br /&gt;over whom must fall&lt;br /&gt;in the bitter winter&lt;br /&gt;in the frozen spring&lt;br /&gt;the coming catalyst&lt;br /&gt;will always sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hallelujiah&lt;br /&gt;oh missive thing&lt;br /&gt;of california&lt;br /&gt;and other unknown things&lt;br /&gt;pull the time up&lt;br /&gt;pull the strings&lt;br /&gt;help to warm me&lt;br /&gt;let us hurt &lt;br /&gt;no &lt;br /&gt;thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-7201650092810341990?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7201650092810341990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=7201650092810341990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/7201650092810341990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/7201650092810341990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2006/04/punk-communication.html' title='punk communication'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-4854976854773068404</id><published>2006-02-25T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:35:59.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>72278</title><content type='html'>i watched it fly away&lt;br /&gt;flicker and swirl&lt;br /&gt;saw it all die today&lt;br /&gt;let the chances slip away&lt;br /&gt;in the end&lt;br /&gt;things changed and died&lt;br /&gt;in the aftermath&lt;br /&gt;i never wondered why&lt;br /&gt;if there was anything other&lt;br /&gt;I just didn’t try&lt;br /&gt;explain to me now&lt;br /&gt;how I learned to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could never try&lt;br /&gt;to let you go&lt;br /&gt;i always held tight&lt;br /&gt;and down you go&lt;br /&gt;crushed under my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;inside the tears&lt;br /&gt;i can’t explain&lt;br /&gt;around the corner&lt;br /&gt;your life goes on&lt;br /&gt;in the candle eye&lt;br /&gt;it flickers and swirls&lt;br /&gt;I saw it thunder down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-4854976854773068404?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4854976854773068404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=4854976854773068404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/4854976854773068404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/4854976854773068404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2006/02/72278.html' title='72278'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-785765366028969255</id><published>2006-02-12T05:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:36:58.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't sleep</title><content type='html'>there are seconds&lt;br /&gt;in a mirror ball&lt;br /&gt;a flash a shock of light&lt;br /&gt;there are moments settled deep inside&lt;br /&gt;where the consciousness goes to hide&lt;br /&gt;words don’t exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deeper places&lt;br /&gt;turn your life around&lt;br /&gt;a voice a tinkling melody&lt;br /&gt;there are things that are too hard to say&lt;br /&gt;as everyone turns to walk away&lt;br /&gt;the door is open now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some times&lt;br /&gt;in a velvet heart&lt;br /&gt;a beat a sudden pause&lt;br /&gt;the thunder of hesitation&lt;br /&gt;very useless is conversation&lt;br /&gt;how to know what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hard metal taste&lt;br /&gt;the worry the fear&lt;br /&gt;chimes through&lt;br /&gt;and all the world is lit&lt;br /&gt;when life is what you make it&lt;br /&gt;some pieces don’t fit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-785765366028969255?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/785765366028969255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=785765366028969255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;solid&lt;br /&gt;quaking&lt;br /&gt;quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i am&lt;br /&gt;roaring&lt;br /&gt;burning&lt;br /&gt;falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what I am&lt;br /&gt;laughing &lt;br /&gt;blinking&lt;br /&gt;being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's a good line&lt;br /&gt;when you need it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-6442550317589931562?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6442550317589931562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=6442550317589931562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/6442550317589931562'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;funny how forever is over&lt;br /&gt;less than three years in&lt;br /&gt;funny how gravity takes over&lt;br /&gt;gravel&lt;br /&gt;steals&lt;br /&gt;skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovers&lt;br /&gt;liars&lt;br /&gt;hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;cross your esses&lt;br /&gt;dot your sentences&lt;br /&gt;we’re all vying for our own&lt;br /&gt;ones and zeroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaking down the zenith code&lt;br /&gt;digging up the motherload&lt;br /&gt;death is so exorbitant&lt;br /&gt;inextricably linked to the past&lt;br /&gt;where living the dream&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;tears you to shreds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;struck by the virus&lt;br /&gt;of the human condition&lt;br /&gt;all thy trespasses&lt;br /&gt;come to negate thee&lt;br /&gt;running down the tripwire&lt;br /&gt;loving up&lt;br /&gt;the fractured delicacy&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the system meltdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the howl of contempt&lt;br /&gt;behind the little innocence&lt;br /&gt;disguised by &lt;br /&gt;bloodied clothes&lt;br /&gt;lying&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond the car crash&lt;br /&gt;beyond anyone’s forever memory&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the system restore&lt;br /&gt;to bring back&lt;br /&gt;those ones&lt;br /&gt;to renew all&lt;br /&gt;those zeroes&lt;br /&gt;to make ends meet&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;tie &lt;br /&gt;them to&lt;br /&gt;existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for however long eternity may be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-3045571116947618432?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3045571116947618432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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and</title><content type='html'>i forget a lot&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to hold onto a day&lt;br /&gt;i walk around a lot&lt;br /&gt;maybe i've lost my way&lt;br /&gt;i try a lot&lt;br /&gt;never seem to find what i want&lt;br /&gt;i give away a lot&lt;br /&gt;and some things get taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there was a time&lt;br /&gt;i made a deal&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to know what it was&lt;br /&gt;was it not to feel&lt;br /&gt;cuz try as i might&lt;br /&gt;i feel every slight&lt;br /&gt;overeager&lt;br /&gt;under stress&lt;br /&gt;oversensitive&lt;br /&gt;i try my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk away a lot&lt;br /&gt;got to leave the past behind&lt;br /&gt;i move around a lot&lt;br /&gt;peace of mind's been hard to find&lt;br /&gt;i don't lie a lot&lt;br /&gt;but i think i probably should&lt;br /&gt;i get passed by a lot&lt;br /&gt;trying to stand out does me no good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's moments when i'm smiling&lt;br /&gt;where i feel like god&lt;br /&gt;and there's moments where i'm crying&lt;br /&gt;where dying is all i want&lt;br /&gt;tonight i'll go and do again&lt;br /&gt;what makes me fear the most&lt;br /&gt;i'll put myself out there again&lt;br /&gt;and hope it's good to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-5109119552996658862?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5109119552996658862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=5109119552996658862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/5109119552996658862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;blue eyed sycophant girl&lt;br /&gt;become the best at anything&lt;br /&gt;how can that be&lt;br /&gt;the prying eyes demand&lt;br /&gt;wanting less of me&lt;br /&gt;because i'm not a man&lt;br /&gt;and such things create&lt;br /&gt;disquiet&lt;br /&gt;discomfort&lt;br /&gt;questioning&lt;br /&gt;what dares me&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;what the hell does that mean&lt;br /&gt;who dares me&lt;br /&gt;you do&lt;br /&gt;so obviously&lt;br /&gt;now kindly stop staring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-9021072672870822788?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/9021072672870822788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=9021072672870822788' title='0 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eyed rokies&lt;br /&gt;staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the darkness turning bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all playing hookie&lt;br /&gt;running through red lights&lt;br /&gt;hoping someone comes by to help us at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all BLUE EYED rookies&lt;br /&gt;looking for a fight&lt;br /&gt;tying one on in the parking lot of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i siskel your ebert&lt;br /&gt;did you doug my ted&lt;br /&gt;where's bob on the back nine again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all blue eyed rookies&lt;br /&gt;some blue eyed rookies&lt;br /&gt;just blue eyed rookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-2464532537824850225?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2464532537824850225/comments/default' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-9198715512811890108</id><published>2005-10-24T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:41:05.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>guy's song</title><content type='html'>she says we were both&lt;br /&gt;sad and lonely&lt;br /&gt;she says thank you&lt;br /&gt;for letting me comfort you&lt;br /&gt;she says &lt;br /&gt;there is nothing else to say&lt;br /&gt;she's walking away&lt;br /&gt;and it's been so long&lt;br /&gt;I see her ever other day&lt;br /&gt;she's been on my mind since &lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when&lt;br /&gt;and she's walking away&lt;br /&gt;from me now&lt;br /&gt;I held her so tightly once&lt;br /&gt;I loved her so brightly&lt;br /&gt;yet she's walking away from me &lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;saying thank you&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;for letting me comfort you&lt;br /&gt;thank you for giving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for letting me&lt;br /&gt;have this chance&lt;br /&gt;for giving me my dream&lt;br /&gt;one night with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night that will never be again&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;for letting ME comfort YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't thank me girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it again in a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;in a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;she's walking away from me now&lt;br /&gt;she's gone and I've nothing to say now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says I love you&lt;br /&gt;you will always be my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you once &lt;br /&gt;and will burn in anticipation&lt;br /&gt;until I get that chance again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's walking away from me now&lt;br /&gt;she says I can't stay here&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay here in the past&lt;br /&gt;remembering when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's moved on without me&lt;br /&gt;she's gone so far from me&lt;br /&gt;she says we will always be friends&lt;br /&gt;we will always be friends&lt;br /&gt;but I just want to love you &lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I just want to love you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't walk away, girl&lt;br /&gt;don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;she says thank you&lt;br /&gt;for letting me comfort you&lt;br /&gt;and I need that comfort again&lt;br /&gt;you are my best friend&lt;br /&gt;come back again&lt;br /&gt;come back be my true friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said thank you&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;such bitter words of mystery &lt;br /&gt;should I thank you&lt;br /&gt;for this pain you have given me&lt;br /&gt;while you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I am dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-9198715512811890108?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-6400895389608108893</id><published>2005-10-19T01:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:42:47.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE</title><content type='html'>crawl over me&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to see&lt;br /&gt;on the other side of my smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    climb over me&lt;br /&gt;    so much to be free&lt;br /&gt;    selling souls for need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a rhyme here&lt;br /&gt;there is a charm&lt;br /&gt;disarming the quiet ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    casual calling&lt;br /&gt;    chilling the soul&lt;br /&gt;    remote control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crawl over me&lt;br /&gt;catalog the absurdity&lt;br /&gt;smothered in necessity&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   climb over me&lt;br /&gt;    relive the memory&lt;br /&gt;    in this smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-6729696627527706127</id><published>2005-10-19T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:41:52.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLECTIONS</title><content type='html'>funny how you see someone&lt;br /&gt;time flies and you see them again&lt;br /&gt;so much changes&lt;br /&gt;has anything about you&lt;br /&gt;stayed the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how you see someone&lt;br /&gt;the picture in your head&lt;br /&gt;doesn't always reflect them&lt;br /&gt;sometimes that's a good thing&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's the cause of such pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how you see someone&lt;br /&gt;and instantly want them&lt;br /&gt;want to know about them&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you don't have the nerve&lt;br /&gt;but what harm is there in talking to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how you see someone&lt;br /&gt;making decisions at first sight&lt;br /&gt;never knowing if you are wrong&lt;br /&gt;never knowing if you are right&lt;br /&gt;life is full of chances like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how you see someone&lt;br /&gt;turn and walk the other way&lt;br /&gt;no use in even trying to talk to them&lt;br /&gt;no use in them for you at all&lt;br /&gt;haven't you been hurt by people like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-6729696627527706127?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6729696627527706127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=6729696627527706127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep me wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slowly spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm moving in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the orbit of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attenuating grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entrancing my naked fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follows me all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing about my ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a line that's breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a form that we are taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel the pull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wonder is beautifiul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-7494610187482687240?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7494610187482687240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=7494610187482687240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/7494610187482687240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/7494610187482687240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2005/09/feeble.html' title='feeble'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-8694599944146613607</id><published>2005-08-05T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:44:27.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the need</title><content type='html'>give up&lt;br /&gt;let go&lt;br /&gt;shake subtle inside&lt;br /&gt;hiding behind&lt;br /&gt;broken lives&lt;br /&gt;take in&lt;br /&gt;give out&lt;br /&gt;and ever after&lt;br /&gt;i'll be alone&lt;br /&gt;never lonely&lt;br /&gt;still floating&lt;br /&gt;hold on&lt;br /&gt;try harder&lt;br /&gt;keep the facade&lt;br /&gt;glued together&lt;br /&gt;and nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;you passed on&lt;br /&gt;walked away&lt;br /&gt;give up&lt;br /&gt;move on&lt;br /&gt;i had a love&lt;br /&gt;and I let it be&lt;br /&gt;it never came back&lt;br /&gt;and in fleeting moments&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone&lt;br /&gt;cry on&lt;br /&gt;look out&lt;br /&gt;a bitter soul casts shadows&lt;br /&gt;and love is a light&lt;br /&gt;burned into memory&lt;br /&gt;sing your song for me&lt;br /&gt;amd i will sing along&lt;br /&gt;love will go on&lt;br /&gt;even as we&lt;br /&gt;give out&lt;br /&gt;let go&lt;br /&gt;become&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-8694599944146613607?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8694599944146613607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=8694599944146613607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/8694599944146613607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/8694599944146613607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2005/08/need.html' title='the need'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-4427226463338049361</id><published>2005-08-03T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:45:01.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>prayers for rain</title><content type='html'>I talk in rivers&lt;br /&gt;nothing languid or encompassing&lt;br /&gt;never taking you in and under&lt;br /&gt;with warm fluidity&lt;br /&gt;the current is coarse&lt;br /&gt;and the undertow deafening&lt;br /&gt;speeding to shore&lt;br /&gt;barely wetting the feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk in puddles&lt;br /&gt;reflecting the oily glow&lt;br /&gt;of oil slicked rainbows&lt;br /&gt;and sliding down below&lt;br /&gt;dispersed by tires&lt;br /&gt;thrown to the concrete form&lt;br /&gt;dribbling together peices&lt;br /&gt;of some sort of rapt meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk in mists&lt;br /&gt;conquer the landscape &lt;br /&gt;shrouding the world&lt;br /&gt;with marginalized verbosity&lt;br /&gt;tendrils of insight&lt;br /&gt;pulling out all the stops&lt;br /&gt;waiting to dissapate&lt;br /&gt;under the heat of a look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk in rivers&lt;br /&gt;running with the feet of theives&lt;br /&gt;babbling in ancient runes&lt;br /&gt;bathing bodies like yours&lt;br /&gt;in rushing urgency&lt;br /&gt;within the deep waters&lt;br /&gt;hide the truth unheard&lt;br /&gt;heating the uncharted depths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-4427226463338049361?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4427226463338049361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=4427226463338049361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/4427226463338049361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/4427226463338049361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2005/08/prayers-for-rain.html' title='prayers for rain'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-3749668527554608486</id><published>2005-07-24T01:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:47:38.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CAME BACK</title><content type='html'>come back&lt;br /&gt;come and go&lt;br /&gt;the waves roll heavy&lt;br /&gt;from sea to sky&lt;br /&gt;washing the beach&lt;br /&gt;lapping back&lt;br /&gt;to the sea and sky&lt;br /&gt;from off a cliff&lt;br /&gt;going to the sand&lt;br /&gt;down, to the sea&lt;br /&gt;falling&lt;br /&gt;down below the sky&lt;br /&gt;come back&lt;br /&gt;come and go&lt;br /&gt;come back again&lt;br /&gt;clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;mirrored below&lt;br /&gt;winds roaring&lt;br /&gt;along the bay&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;on the quiet&lt;br /&gt;mountaintop&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;on calm waters&lt;br /&gt;over the sea and sky&lt;br /&gt;on a tree dotted horizon&lt;br /&gt;washed in rain&lt;br /&gt;running on&lt;br /&gt;to the sea&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;from the sky&lt;br /&gt;from off a cliff&lt;br /&gt;going to the sand&lt;br /&gt;come back&lt;br /&gt;come and go&lt;br /&gt;come back&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-3749668527554608486?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3749668527554608486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=3749668527554608486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/3749668527554608486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/3749668527554608486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2005/07/came-back.html' title='CAME BACK'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-4040270313367531117</id><published>2005-07-24T01:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:46:27.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHOICE</title><content type='html'>I know I've seen that look before&lt;br /&gt;so this must mean something&lt;br /&gt;I was here once before , but in a dream&lt;br /&gt;deja vu on the feelings inside&lt;br /&gt;looking up, i don't remember the people&lt;br /&gt;but I know I've played the scene&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a word to say&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's no sentiment in confusion&lt;br /&gt;looking at the things around me&lt;br /&gt;and wondering waht they are here for&lt;br /&gt;I am faced with so many choices&lt;br /&gt;I could get up and go back to where&lt;br /&gt;I think I will be staying for a while&lt;br /&gt;but the sunshine is so nice&lt;br /&gt;and the breeze is so cool&lt;br /&gt;I need a little time to think it over&lt;br /&gt;because when it is time to choose&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to pick the wrong door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-4040270313367531117?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4040270313367531117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=4040270313367531117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/4040270313367531117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/4040270313367531117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2005/07/choice.html' title='THE CHOICE'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-8608931059917197463</id><published>2005-07-24T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:45:55.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HARSH WORDS</title><content type='html'>idle hands&lt;br /&gt;idle minds&lt;br /&gt;turn idle time&lt;br /&gt;into idle chatter&lt;br /&gt;which breeds whispers&lt;br /&gt;gossiped into rumours&lt;br /&gt;turning the words viscious&lt;br /&gt;they are drawing blood&lt;br /&gt;demanding payment&lt;br /&gt;for their services&lt;br /&gt;then striking out&lt;br /&gt;causing lament&lt;br /&gt;hiding idle in corners&lt;br /&gt;idle in closets&lt;br /&gt;idle in waiting&lt;br /&gt;never to idle in regret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-8608931059917197463?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8608931059917197463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=8608931059917197463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/8608931059917197463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/8608931059917197463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2005/07/harsh-words.html' title='HARSH WORDS'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-8068526087906573224</id><published>2005-06-25T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:57:39.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on the lost art of letter writing</title><content type='html'>if I thought a thought of you&lt;br /&gt;there would be gold and shades of blue&lt;br /&gt;and all the angels of Hades too&lt;br /&gt;would play about the scene with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethings are best left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;like the utterances spinning in your head&lt;br /&gt;causing others the sheerest dread&lt;br /&gt;and making still others wish you were dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a painted portrait&lt;br /&gt;there lies a secret&lt;br /&gt;there lies a sin and a discontent&lt;br /&gt;once upon a limited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any connection there is a pause&lt;br /&gt;before words can wield a because&lt;br /&gt;and if in ink there is a clause&lt;br /&gt;let it not post your flaws&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-8068526087906573224?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8068526087906573224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=8068526087906573224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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forgotten&lt;br /&gt;to everyone I’ve met and left behind&lt;br /&gt;to all that I have ever done and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these memories are with me now&lt;br /&gt;sitting in my hand&lt;br /&gt;the laughter and the romance&lt;br /&gt;everything that makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;they are little strands&lt;br /&gt;blowing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;little signals that there really is a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there has never been a string that has come undone&lt;br /&gt;even though they are just threads&lt;br /&gt;they can not be pulled off or cut &lt;br /&gt;there is a power in them&lt;br /&gt;that I will never understand&lt;br /&gt;and they are wrapped around my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for ever and forever more &lt;br /&gt;the bunch will always grow&lt;br /&gt;tying me to all things alike&lt;br /&gt;they do not discriminate&lt;br /&gt;and I hope, neither do I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a lot&lt;br /&gt;but there is so much more to know&lt;br /&gt;they are such tiny things these strings&lt;br /&gt;they are all around me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;no matter where I go &lt;br /&gt;I am attached&lt;br /&gt;no one can break those ties&lt;br /&gt;they are the toughest of all things&lt;br /&gt;those strings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing anywhere like them&lt;br /&gt;even when my word is null and void&lt;br /&gt;I will still remain to be tied by&lt;br /&gt;those strings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-1168444243397167670?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1168444243397167670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=1168444243397167670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;all it is in appearance&lt;br /&gt;is a gaping black hole&lt;br /&gt;a new form of total emptiness&lt;br /&gt;where nothing can live&lt;br /&gt;but that is the place&lt;br /&gt;where the person you are&lt;br /&gt;first put on your face&lt;br /&gt;to become prey to chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of your tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;they have nowhere but there&lt;br /&gt;for that place is all&lt;br /&gt;encompassing things everywhere&lt;br /&gt;you can’t get in from outside&lt;br /&gt;but you can feel the doorway&lt;br /&gt;the aching pain makes you bleed&lt;br /&gt;the loneliness will make you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a place inside&lt;br /&gt;where the end is the beginning&lt;br /&gt;you come from it&lt;br /&gt;you go to it&lt;br /&gt;but only ever in your ending&lt;br /&gt;is there a way inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-5656774844230919279?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-8478785161293127526</id><published>2005-04-25T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:56:57.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CASUALTY</title><content type='html'>he watched his family slip away&lt;br /&gt;one by one disappearing&lt;br /&gt;the huddled masses&lt;br /&gt;in no man’s land&lt;br /&gt;welcomed him&lt;br /&gt;one of their own people in a dirty war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he walked the streets &lt;br /&gt;at any time of day&lt;br /&gt;watched the soldiers marching through&lt;br /&gt;saw the people go on&lt;br /&gt;into the square &lt;br /&gt;meeting the bullets of the battalion there&lt;br /&gt;on and on they surged into death&lt;br /&gt;because they believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he crossed the bridge in knee high socks&lt;br /&gt;an old black and white photograph&lt;br /&gt;browned like a soiled memory&lt;br /&gt;etched in his mind&lt;br /&gt;a time when poison came from the sky&lt;br /&gt;pretty packages of death&lt;br /&gt;for the little children&lt;br /&gt;along the leveled city streets&lt;br /&gt;cruised a tank&lt;br /&gt;if anyone in uniform found him&lt;br /&gt;he was just another casualty of war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living day by day&lt;br /&gt;with nothing but a name&lt;br /&gt;the government decided who survived&lt;br /&gt;no one to trust&lt;br /&gt;who may not betray you&lt;br /&gt;even now sitting at home&lt;br /&gt;with his tv buzzing&lt;br /&gt;and his children watching him&lt;br /&gt;hanging on his every word&lt;br /&gt;he is still fighting that battle in his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether he lives now or then&lt;br /&gt;he has always been&lt;br /&gt;a casualty of war&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-8478785161293127526?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8478785161293127526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=8478785161293127526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/8478785161293127526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/8478785161293127526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2006/10/casualty.html' title='CASUALTY'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-6939470791932008836</id><published>2005-03-25T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:56:08.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS world is LOOSE</title><content type='html'>the world is loose&lt;br /&gt;upon the veins&lt;br /&gt;icing the alcohol and rocking back&lt;br /&gt;daring you to kick out the leg&lt;br /&gt;atlas makes chairs y'know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is loosed&lt;br /&gt;playing in the streets again&lt;br /&gt;coming bare like a breast popping out&lt;br /&gt;just a bit too much to take&lt;br /&gt;sentences have words y'know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world is loose&lt;br /&gt;fuzzying around&lt;br /&gt;greyed at the edges almost by flame&lt;br /&gt;and one inellegant rotten breath can wipe it all out&lt;br /&gt;pestilence has legs y'know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worls is loose&lt;br /&gt;casting about&lt;br /&gt;for a smoke and a good pickup line&lt;br /&gt;there are belly baring girls playing pool&lt;br /&gt;aphrodite has given it a go y'know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is loosed&lt;br /&gt;on every happy soul&lt;br /&gt;breaking the jack boots in shit kicking style&lt;br /&gt;kicking bass and inaudible names&lt;br /&gt;this is THE world y'know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world is loose&lt;br /&gt;take it all in&lt;br /&gt;the variety of colours breaking 'neath skin&lt;br /&gt;get on up and get out to take the world on&lt;br /&gt;some of us have plans y'know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-6939470791932008836?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6939470791932008836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=6939470791932008836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/6939470791932008836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/6939470791932008836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-world-is-loose.html' title='THIS world is LOOSE'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-4050583280819957994</id><published>2005-03-25T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:55:51.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hands</title><content type='html'>in the spaces and places&lt;br /&gt;there are these hands&lt;br /&gt;long, thin birdlike hands&lt;br /&gt;flowing with energy and lifeforce&lt;br /&gt;colourful hands&lt;br /&gt;pale as fresh snow or sallow and olive&lt;br /&gt;hands that I watch and admire&lt;br /&gt;wondering what possessing them would be like&lt;br /&gt;if I had them for my own&lt;br /&gt;these hands&lt;br /&gt;wonderful hands&lt;br /&gt;that shape, manage and mould&lt;br /&gt;hands that are rock steady&lt;br /&gt;what futures could I direct with them&lt;br /&gt;these hands&lt;br /&gt;that express confidence&lt;br /&gt;that are graceful when talking &lt;br /&gt;or just holding still&lt;br /&gt;these hands&lt;br /&gt;reaching out, encompassing&lt;br /&gt;waving goodbye and leaving&lt;br /&gt;these hands&lt;br /&gt;captivate me&lt;br /&gt;and in holding me still&lt;br /&gt;capture me in all ways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-4050583280819957994?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4050583280819957994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28609440&amp;postID=4050583280819957994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/4050583280819957994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28609440/posts/default/4050583280819957994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/2006/10/hands.html' title='hands'/><author><name>Ambrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115407204292666806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/6106/200/sniper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28609440.post-7358860314888705096</id><published>2005-02-25T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:55:20.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a Bit about Me</title><content type='html'>I sit on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window there's a steel wall sky&lt;br /&gt;Migraine's calling and dropping by&lt;br /&gt;all I am is wondering&lt;br /&gt;I don't know myself&lt;br /&gt;can recite history for anyone&lt;br /&gt;can make your machine beautiful&lt;br /&gt;can clean to avoid life&lt;br /&gt;clinging to everyone else's ideals&lt;br /&gt;don't know what I wanted for me&lt;br /&gt;lost my eye site to patriarchy&lt;br /&gt;took a detour downtown&lt;br /&gt;lived my parent's life&lt;br /&gt;walked in on myself&lt;br /&gt;and was so surprised to find&lt;br /&gt;I lived here&lt;br /&gt;I survived&lt;br /&gt;there's no winning the knife fights&lt;br /&gt;just degrees of bleeding to be&lt;br /&gt;have my scars&lt;br /&gt;my body is a temple carrying tattooed reliefs&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you anything&lt;br /&gt;that's the secret to fortune telling&lt;br /&gt;yo already know&lt;br /&gt;walked away from me once&lt;br /&gt;and I let myself go&lt;br /&gt;I have to be my own star&lt;br /&gt;there is no one else who&lt;br /&gt;can read me or see me or make this whole&lt;br /&gt;sense of being completed&lt;br /&gt;human mysteries&lt;br /&gt;and I am a secret&lt;br /&gt;armed with unicode lies and lifelines&lt;br /&gt;just try&lt;br /&gt;one more breath&lt;br /&gt;just try&lt;br /&gt;to reach for&lt;br /&gt;dark&lt;br /&gt;star&lt;br /&gt;hollow&lt;br /&gt;burning &lt;br /&gt;infantalized&lt;br /&gt;and even now&lt;br /&gt;I am secret&lt;br /&gt;seeking to be known&lt;br /&gt;bringing down the world&lt;br /&gt;destroying every last dream&lt;br /&gt;eating hope&lt;br /&gt;for fuel&lt;br /&gt;come and see the destruction&lt;br /&gt;lend a hand&lt;br /&gt;there is no desecration&lt;br /&gt;if the intent is accepted&lt;br /&gt;rebuild&lt;br /&gt;take the pieces left over&lt;br /&gt;take the offered hand&lt;br /&gt;take more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;and build the new me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28609440-7358860314888705096?l=sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistermarysunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7358860314888705096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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alive</title><content type='html'>i am a lie&lt;br /&gt;water flows around and down&lt;br /&gt;pepsi scrapes my tongue&lt;br /&gt;and ...&lt;br /&gt;here is another lie about love&lt;br /&gt;a barely sustained contact&lt;br /&gt;just unable to connect&lt;br /&gt;never learned how to&lt;br /&gt;relate to anyone&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;do you like&lt;br /&gt;what does it feel like?&lt;br /&gt;what does it look like?&lt;br /&gt;when does anyone become your friend&lt;br /&gt;how do you know&lt;br /&gt;is it as simple as this&lt;br /&gt;just talking?&lt;br /&gt;does it takes days and weeks and years&lt;br /&gt;does it take one smile&lt;br /&gt;that light you up inside&lt;br /&gt;or a mere hello&lt;br /&gt;when the land is alive&lt;br /&gt;land's alive&lt;br /&gt;when we die&lt;br /&gt;we will all be together&lt;br /&gt;then will we be friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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