<?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-18855083</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:49:59.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons of the Soul</title><subtitle type='html'>BE READY AT ANY MOMENT TO SACRIFICE WHAT YOU ARE FOR WHAT YOU COULD BECOME</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Seasons of the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717736005409818746</uri><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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855083.post-113408040089317126</id><published>2005-12-08T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T14:20:00.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining Men... Allelujia?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when it rains it pours with men? I recently found someone I really like, maybe could even love, but yet he has decided not to date me (guy #1). Meanwhile, there is another man who really wants to date me, eh I'm not sure if I'm really interested in him. But he's very persistant so I feel like I should give him a chance because one never knows and I am someone who lives for no regrets(guy #2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am dating guy #2 trying to figure out if I could like him, while daydreaming about guy #1, when all of the sudden guy #3 hits on me while I'm waiting for a job interview! I calmly say "thank you but I have a boyfriend", a lie or course, but the only nice way of turning a complete stranger down.&lt;br /&gt;Then I run into a friend/crush from the past and he quickly becomes guy #4, could something more happen now that we have met again after so long? Then I go out for a celebration with friends and meet guy #5 who asks me to lunch the next day, I don't get his message until it is too late so we never met. So although it may seem like I have an abundence of men at my feet right now, I really only have guy #2 who is pursuing me and 4 other distractions so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must admit I am a friendly and flirty woman but I am very self-aware so I know when I could send wrong signals to someone and I haven't been doing that. But still I feel like I've been unconsciously putting out some kind of "hey baby you know you want to hit on me" vibe. I guess if nothing else my soga's are fun entertainment for my friends right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855083-113408040089317126?l=seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113408040089317126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855083&amp;postID=113408040089317126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113408040089317126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113408040089317126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-raining-men-allelujia.html' title='It&apos;s Raining Men... Allelujia?'/><author><name>Seasons of the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717736005409818746</uri><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-18855083.post-113181911898824474</id><published>2005-11-12T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:11:58.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenderness</title><content type='html'>I aim so close and still&lt;br /&gt;Miss you by a long shot.&lt;br /&gt;We question each other’s&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge on all we’ve got&lt;br /&gt;I laugh, you linger&lt;br /&gt;My stomach a nervous knot&lt;br /&gt;Our voices in a gentle whisper&lt;br /&gt;Can’t recall the last time we fought.&lt;br /&gt;The tenderness of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Together, so close in our&lt;br /&gt;Own secret spot.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s stay like this forever&lt;br /&gt;Loving one another a whole lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855083-113181911898824474?l=seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113181911898824474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855083&amp;postID=113181911898824474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113181911898824474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113181911898824474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/tenderness.html' title='Tenderness'/><author><name>Seasons of the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717736005409818746</uri><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-18855083.post-113181878684693787</id><published>2005-11-12T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:06:26.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puddles</title><content type='html'>Puddles in my belly button&lt;br /&gt;The sky turns gray.&lt;br /&gt;Impressions made inside one another,&lt;br /&gt;On his bed we lay.&lt;br /&gt;The room spins round and round,&lt;br /&gt;Yet no ripples arise.&lt;br /&gt;A rock, a river, a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;Trust the old and wise.&lt;br /&gt;Glass shatters into millions of pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Yet my heart breaks in two.&lt;br /&gt;Sweat drips from my dry skin and tears&lt;br /&gt;Cover my eyes like morning dew.&lt;br /&gt;Since he’s been gone, the winds&lt;br /&gt;Have felt insane. Not always&lt;br /&gt;The way I want but who am I to complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855083-113181878684693787?l=seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113181878684693787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855083&amp;postID=113181878684693787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113181878684693787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113181878684693787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/puddles.html' title='Puddles'/><author><name>Seasons of the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717736005409818746</uri><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-18855083.post-113181865114621698</id><published>2005-11-12T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:04:11.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mom</title><content type='html'>The guidance donated by such a charitable soul&lt;br /&gt;Has strengthened my spirit in unimaginable times.&lt;br /&gt;A gift of love and direction was given to me every day.&lt;br /&gt;She held my hand when we were far apart,&lt;br /&gt;And prayed for me with all of her heart.&lt;br /&gt;Compassion, determination,&lt;br /&gt;From her I have learned.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is open to what this world can offer&lt;br /&gt;And it’s because of her that I wait with anticipation&lt;br /&gt;For my tomorrows to come.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t dwell on unpleasant times, or take what I have&lt;br /&gt;For granted.&lt;br /&gt;I must say with pride and great admiration though,&lt;br /&gt;The most important lesson my dearest mother has taught&lt;br /&gt;Me would have to be&lt;br /&gt;Reach for what inspires your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And when you grasp it,&lt;br /&gt;Live with it and learn,&lt;br /&gt;Then stretch your arm out once more for the future.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on taking what fills the gaps inside your soul,&lt;br /&gt;But never once forget how you got to the place you are at&lt;br /&gt;This moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855083-113181865114621698?l=seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113181865114621698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855083&amp;postID=113181865114621698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113181865114621698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113181865114621698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-mom.html' title='For Mom'/><author><name>Seasons of the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717736005409818746</uri><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-18855083.post-113181857206221226</id><published>2005-11-12T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:02:52.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>They are the foolish&lt;br /&gt;Who take for granted the days&lt;br /&gt;They have, the hours they have,&lt;br /&gt;To do all that they want.&lt;br /&gt;Live your life and love&lt;br /&gt;By the minute, no,&lt;br /&gt;Rather if you really want to&lt;br /&gt;Please the spirit inside and above,&lt;br /&gt;Take each second&lt;br /&gt;Make it passion.&lt;br /&gt;Be here, in my second,&lt;br /&gt;My seconds go by too fast when I see you,&lt;br /&gt;And last for weeks&lt;br /&gt;When you vanish from my sight,&lt;br /&gt;Remaining only in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Do it now,There will never be a better moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855083-113181857206221226?l=seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113181857206221226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855083&amp;postID=113181857206221226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113181857206221226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113181857206221226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>Seasons of the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717736005409818746</uri><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-18855083.post-113181848258126918</id><published>2005-11-12T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:01:22.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remedy</title><content type='html'>You avoid our kiss goodnight&lt;br /&gt;So you won’t get me sick.&lt;br /&gt;But I already have a fatal disease.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve infected my heart&lt;br /&gt;With your tainted eyes.&lt;br /&gt;A cold will never compare&lt;br /&gt;To the loss of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Into my dream of&lt;br /&gt;What your kiss could do to my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is too easy to get&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed up in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;The offer of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Does it still stand?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was immune&lt;br /&gt;To the virus you carry,&lt;br /&gt;I thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;This will turn out&lt;br /&gt;In a way never expected.&lt;br /&gt;The one to be hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Will it be you?&lt;br /&gt;Will it be me?&lt;br /&gt;It is to late.&lt;br /&gt;I have already taken ill.&lt;br /&gt;It is up to you to make me pure,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me and find a cure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855083-113181848258126918?l=seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113181848258126918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855083&amp;postID=113181848258126918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113181848258126918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113181848258126918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/remedy.html' title='Remedy'/><author><name>Seasons of the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717736005409818746</uri><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-18855083.post-113181819572313306</id><published>2005-11-12T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T09:56:35.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Smile</title><content type='html'>When will it me?&lt;br /&gt;Holding your fingers in between mine,&lt;br /&gt;Receiving your compassionate&lt;br /&gt;Lips of love.&lt;br /&gt;Your words becoming more than&lt;br /&gt;Friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressing unattainable dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Comparing the reasons for a life of wishes.&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful pain&lt;br /&gt;Lingers on and on.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want my hopes to be lost,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of my dreams becoming reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could see you every time&lt;br /&gt;I thought about you,&lt;br /&gt;The smile would never leave my face,&lt;br /&gt;These tears,&lt;br /&gt;Oh these tears,&lt;br /&gt;Would never reach my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words keep dancing&lt;br /&gt;In my head.&lt;br /&gt;They move so quickly&lt;br /&gt;I can’t keep up.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;Could go on forever,&lt;br /&gt;But I want more,&lt;br /&gt;It is time to dance my words into&lt;br /&gt;Your mind.&lt;br /&gt;My love will be revealed and&lt;br /&gt;I will face the consequence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855083-113181819572313306?l=seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113181819572313306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855083&amp;postID=113181819572313306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113181819572313306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113181819572313306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-smile.html' title='Just A Smile'/><author><name>Seasons of the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717736005409818746</uri><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-18855083.post-113181804867375335</id><published>2005-11-12T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T09:54:08.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine On</title><content type='html'>Just because you’re mine,&lt;br /&gt;Just because I’m yours,&lt;br /&gt;Just because our love has opened so many doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you’re sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Just because I care,&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you smile, especially when I’m there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because your kiss feels tender on my lips,&lt;br /&gt;Just because it’s you that I never want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you say so much&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a thing,&lt;br /&gt;Just because I know&lt;br /&gt;Our love is more than just a fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because your eyes speak the unspoken&lt;br /&gt;I know that my heart will never be broken.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you’re not afraid to love me,&lt;br /&gt;And you make me feel so free.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you tell me all of your desires,&lt;br /&gt;And what you reveal sets my heart on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I know our love will grow&lt;br /&gt;And last through out our time,&lt;br /&gt;We fit so well together,Our love blinds me with its shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855083-113181804867375335?l=seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113181804867375335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855083&amp;postID=113181804867375335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113181804867375335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113181804867375335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/shine-on.html' title='Shine On'/><author><name>Seasons of the Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717736005409818746</uri><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-18855083.post-113181791552949756</id><published>2005-11-12T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T09:51:55.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>I do not understand myself&lt;br /&gt;At this time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;People come and go&lt;br /&gt;Like buses at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaks are merely crushes,&lt;br /&gt;And my crushes way to many to count.&lt;br /&gt;I think for a moment,&lt;br /&gt;This is it! He is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;We will work and mesh,But our relationship fades before I can grasp it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am here alone,&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for my bus to come along.&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to keep my mind distracted&lt;br /&gt;With dreams and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where they are,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know who has them,&lt;br /&gt;Until my soul finds its place&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sit here,&lt;br /&gt;Watching shadows disappear and wait for the bus&lt;br /&gt;Heading for who I want to become,&lt;br /&gt;Who I want to love, live, and smile with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do my best to be content&lt;br /&gt;With what I am given.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll reach for what I want.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I catch it,&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll catch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855083-113181791552949756?l=seasonsofthesoul.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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855083.post-113167677578164512</id><published>2005-11-10T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T18:39:35.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>RANDOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk, talk, talk,&lt;br /&gt;What is it that we say?&lt;br /&gt;Listen, listen, listen,&lt;br /&gt;Do we really understand each other?&lt;br /&gt;Daily routines are so hard to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out on a limb&lt;br /&gt;With me.&lt;br /&gt;It won’t break,&lt;br /&gt;It will hold our expectations,&lt;br /&gt;Until we have no more left.&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;We make things have reason,&lt;br /&gt;Pointless stuff symbolizes our greatest truths.&lt;br /&gt;Music and words grasp our emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Change our minds,&lt;br /&gt;Break our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Into millions of fragments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the same thing over again,&lt;br /&gt;Do the same thing over again,&lt;br /&gt;That is all that is ever&lt;br /&gt;Accomplished by far too many,&lt;br /&gt;It will never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855083-113167677578164512?l=seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113167677578164512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855083&amp;postID=113167677578164512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113167677578164512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855083/posts/default/113167677578164512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Silence of the kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for the sound,&lt;br /&gt;The shrill of silence.&lt;br /&gt;Keep quiet for a while,&lt;br /&gt;Let’s watch each other’s&lt;br /&gt;Eyes glow in the night.&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear that crazy ringing in your ear?&lt;br /&gt;We hear the same tone,&lt;br /&gt;You may not admit your love for it,&lt;br /&gt;But I know it exists,&lt;br /&gt;It’s the amazing silence&lt;br /&gt;Of just one simple kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my story to a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;The response I got&lt;br /&gt;Was caring and concern.&lt;br /&gt;He had no clue as to why&lt;br /&gt;I was speaking so honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell too much?             &lt;br /&gt;I have this problem,&lt;br /&gt;I say what is on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I say what is in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;The words come out&lt;br /&gt;Before I can think twice about&lt;br /&gt;What they could possibly mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why you left.&lt;br /&gt;I pushed you away while&lt;br /&gt;I was trying so hard to pull you in.&lt;br /&gt;This stranger is the one&lt;br /&gt;Who listened and loved.&lt;br /&gt;It was easy to reveal myself&lt;br /&gt;To a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t care what he thought,&lt;br /&gt;But he fell in love with me&lt;br /&gt;While I confessed to him&lt;br /&gt;My fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to start over.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s meet again,&lt;br /&gt;I can be the stranger&lt;br /&gt;To the stranger in you,&lt;br /&gt;And then the strange silence&lt;br /&gt;Of our kiss may become familiar again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855083-113167639336967680?l=seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsofthesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/113167639336967680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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