<?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-4681541391373622674</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:26:43.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Prose</title><subtitle type='html'>All poems are © Smooth Nterprizes 2008</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-5571666415466901897</id><published>2011-11-13T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T17:22:05.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good pick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I found an unusual item.&amp;#160; I bought it for only $4.&amp;#160; One recently sold on ebay for $42. I think I did well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1973 Del Webb Mint 400 Desert Rally Jim Beam decantur. Appears to be gold plated. Also has the Sahara casino logo on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Def a great piece for my soon to be bar room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-E9E0Ey9A_1U/TsBeNqdnkPI/AAAAAAAAE3s/m-NrXVfLbP0/2011-11-13%25252016.51.56.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-5571666415466901897?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5571666415466901897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=5571666415466901897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/5571666415466901897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Lord give me the strength,&lt;br /&gt;I can not do it alone,&lt;br /&gt;I beg and plead,&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask for much,&lt;br /&gt;Almost never ask for help,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to impose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to a brother,&lt;br /&gt;A real brother,&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are,&lt;br /&gt;He said never to feel like that towards you,&lt;br /&gt;You aren't to be abused,&lt;br /&gt;Or used,&lt;br /&gt;I've always felt it was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Throw your name around,&lt;br /&gt;Ask for things,&lt;br /&gt;Its just not me,&lt;br /&gt;But I can not do this alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my deepest hour,&lt;br /&gt;The need becomes more intense,&lt;br /&gt;You are near,&lt;br /&gt;I got myself into this,&lt;br /&gt;I will get myself out,&lt;br /&gt;I just need strength,&lt;br /&gt;I need you,&lt;br /&gt;Your strength,&lt;br /&gt;Your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More then strength,&lt;br /&gt;Please send her comfort,&lt;br /&gt;Send her strength&lt;br /&gt;Send her understand,&lt;br /&gt;Send her love,&lt;br /&gt;All I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much rather see her happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Then mine own,&lt;br /&gt;Her joy,&lt;br /&gt;Not my own,&lt;br /&gt;Her smile,&lt;br /&gt;Not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can not see much further,&lt;br /&gt;Usually do,&lt;br /&gt;Blind to future,&lt;br /&gt;No clue no knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;What can be done?&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't do this alone,&lt;br /&gt;Please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-8259187355718811009?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8259187355718811009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=8259187355718811009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8259187355718811009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8259187355718811009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/11/cant-do-this-alone.html' title='Can&apos;t do this alone'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-3241197595533150779</id><published>2009-11-09T19:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:29:51.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing star</title><content type='html'>Sitting down knees,&lt;br /&gt;Begging you please,&lt;br /&gt;Not what you want to hear,&lt;br /&gt;And so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream and yell,&lt;br /&gt;And I sit and dwell,&lt;br /&gt;Much to much thinking,&lt;br /&gt;With glass in hand drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call to end was taken,&lt;br /&gt;Need to be at the end,&lt;br /&gt;Must move on,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a pawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's past is past,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world lasts,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing one was here,&lt;br /&gt;One so very dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day,&lt;br /&gt;Bend down and pray,&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see,&lt;br /&gt;One day drama free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is she?&lt;br /&gt;Beyond beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Inside and out,&lt;br /&gt;Happy I scream and shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a dream,&lt;br /&gt;Sure it seems,&lt;br /&gt;My luck not this good,&lt;br /&gt;Figure it out, wish I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/11/sitting-down-knees-begging-you-please.html' title='Amazing star'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-9083212242782718723</id><published>2009-11-02T08:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:56:15.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment in time</title><content type='html'>Hello crack of dawn,&lt;br /&gt;Hello morning sun,&lt;br /&gt;Grin from ear to ear,&lt;br /&gt;Even on Monday,&lt;br /&gt;Weekend come and gone,&lt;br /&gt;But not without a little spark,&lt;br /&gt;Small fireworks,&lt;br /&gt;Memory to forever keep,&lt;br /&gt;Will keep me coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment,&lt;br /&gt;Time stopped instantaneously,&lt;br /&gt;Single moment as if nothing else existed,&lt;br /&gt;White noise,&lt;br /&gt;Quiet storm,&lt;br /&gt;The world stops,&lt;br /&gt;And a breath as time continues on its way,&lt;br /&gt;As if it needed the brief break,&lt;br /&gt;Heart racing,&lt;br /&gt;Unable to slow down,&lt;br /&gt;Composure broken,&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that this moment will duplicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd time,&lt;br /&gt;Yet not enough,&lt;br /&gt;Is this heaven?&lt;br /&gt;My own seven or eleven?&lt;br /&gt;Did the world really stop?&lt;br /&gt;Would I really have that kind of control?&lt;br /&gt;That kind of power?&lt;br /&gt;Even in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Was stopped,&lt;br /&gt;Brief breath of air,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just a stare,&lt;br /&gt;Mind completely clear,&lt;br /&gt;Can't get enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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time'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-8622322583732577749</id><published>2009-10-30T08:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:51:56.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons here</title><content type='html'>Another summer day,&lt;br /&gt;Has come and gone away,&lt;br /&gt;The leaves all felt today,&lt;br /&gt;And old man winter is to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe surrounded by,&lt;br /&gt;Million people near,&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling all alone,&lt;br /&gt;But still enjoying the winter chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the scoot,&lt;br /&gt;Only for the hardcore,&lt;br /&gt;Not the weak of hear,&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see why,&lt;br /&gt;Those weekend warriors,&lt;br /&gt;Pick and choose,&lt;br /&gt;Not for me,&lt;br /&gt;Never will be,&lt;br /&gt;Cold or not,&lt;br /&gt;Ride til I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Frost,&lt;br /&gt;A nice fellow,&lt;br /&gt;Keep me cold,&lt;br /&gt;Disgust for the hot,&lt;br /&gt;Heat and sweat,&lt;br /&gt;Disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gear it up,&lt;br /&gt;Bundled like a snowman,&lt;br /&gt;Or Michelin man,&lt;br /&gt;Light up the hog,&lt;br /&gt;Rumble and roar,&lt;br /&gt;Loves cold air,&lt;br /&gt;Take off and soar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite time of year,&lt;br /&gt;Old man winter,&lt;br /&gt;I owe you a beer,&lt;br /&gt;Welcome anytime,&lt;br /&gt;Hang out on my dime,&lt;br /&gt;Stay awhile,&lt;br /&gt;While I smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-8622322583732577749?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-6349976405132994926</id><published>2009-10-29T09:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:30:41.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running on E</title><content type='html'>Empty pockets,&lt;br /&gt;Empty heart,&lt;br /&gt;House full of furniture,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of losing smarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For days on end,&lt;br /&gt;Running on E,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder of pain,&lt;br /&gt;Struggle to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work for life,&lt;br /&gt;Not live to work,&lt;br /&gt;Could it all just disappear?&lt;br /&gt;Even the smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running on E,&lt;br /&gt;Struggle and fight,&lt;br /&gt;Can only last so long,&lt;br /&gt;Fighting not so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for freedom,&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for gas,&lt;br /&gt;Could that E gauge,&lt;br /&gt;Be stuck to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in this God forsaken place,&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a little space,&lt;br /&gt;Little place,&lt;br /&gt;That's all for the better,&lt;br /&gt;This place is not on a map,&lt;br /&gt;Its everywhere that I'm not at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can see it so clearly,&lt;br /&gt;Can see this place,&lt;br /&gt;Can only keep up the race,&lt;br /&gt;No plan to face,&lt;br /&gt;Mental block the space,&lt;br /&gt;Keep my head up and keep the pace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-6349976405132994926?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6349976405132994926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-6869414349925527600</id><published>2009-10-28T08:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:43:36.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved and lost</title><content type='html'>Remember staying with my sister that weekend,&lt;br /&gt;Mom called me on phone with sadden tears,&lt;br /&gt;Sat there in shock and disbelief,&lt;br /&gt;As my family gathered around my grandpa's body.&lt;br /&gt;He was my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Taught how me how to live,&lt;br /&gt;How to play the organ,&lt;br /&gt;And I cried listening to my family pray,&lt;br /&gt;I still cry even to this very day,&lt;br /&gt;Some that I've loved and lost along my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so beautiful the day that I met her,&lt;br /&gt;At a biker bar I used to love to go,&lt;br /&gt;For a month we saw each other there again,&lt;br /&gt;Whole next year we couldn't get enough,&lt;br /&gt;After she set me on my own way,&lt;br /&gt;For a bit we still tried to keep in touch,&lt;br /&gt;She was a great friend,&lt;br /&gt;And it still breaks my heart,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never regret the day she became,&lt;br /&gt;Some that I've loved and lost along my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dislike losing those I've loved,&lt;br /&gt;It weighs on my heart every day,&lt;br /&gt;I can do is look above,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope they all know,&lt;br /&gt;Never would have made it this far alone,&lt;br /&gt;Where would we all be without those,&lt;br /&gt;Our best friends and lovers,&lt;br /&gt;What about our sisters and brothers?&lt;br /&gt;Or our father's or mothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never would have made it this far on my own,&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be the man I am today,&lt;br /&gt;I would only have a heart made out of stone,&lt;br /&gt;If not for those I've loved and lost along my way,&lt;br /&gt;Along my path every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a country man with a bike,&lt;br /&gt;Always looking down this old road I've traveled on,&lt;br /&gt;It was about trying to be my best or a good friend,&lt;br /&gt;For me its always been about forgetting the wrongs,&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my past as they are my best friends,&lt;br /&gt;This is the life I've lived,&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I've given a smile,&lt;br /&gt;To those that I've lost and loved along my way,&lt;br /&gt;Because I couldn't be the man that or this day,&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for all of those in my life,&lt;br /&gt;That I've loved and lost along my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-6869414349925527600?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-1829841821036034020</id><published>2009-09-23T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:50:48.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it so?</title><content type='html'>Lost?&lt;br /&gt;A pet,&lt;br /&gt;A friend,&lt;br /&gt;A family member,&lt;br /&gt;An acquaintance,&lt;br /&gt;A sibling,&lt;br /&gt;All the difference is all the same,&lt;br /&gt;Lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road,&lt;br /&gt;Driving thru the countryside,&lt;br /&gt;The highway,&lt;br /&gt;Traveling across country,&lt;br /&gt;Walking, running, bicycle, motorcycle, car, truck, train, boat, ship or plane,&lt;br /&gt;All the difference is all the same,&lt;br /&gt;Still yet lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Goals,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Pursuits,&lt;br /&gt;Every creature,&lt;br /&gt;Every unique individual with their own,&lt;br /&gt;All the difference is all the same,&lt;br /&gt;Lost lost lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtless,&lt;br /&gt;Pointless,&lt;br /&gt;Require  map of existence,&lt;br /&gt;Presence,&lt;br /&gt;Intention,&lt;br /&gt;A to B,&lt;br /&gt;B to A,&lt;br /&gt;A to Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycle of life,&lt;br /&gt;Moves,&lt;br /&gt;With or without us,&lt;br /&gt;Ticking of a clock,&lt;br /&gt;Won't ever stop,&lt;br /&gt;Time finds a way,&lt;br /&gt;Exists when nothing else does,&lt;br /&gt;Still present when everything exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Each has a way,&lt;br /&gt;Direction from self creation,&lt;br /&gt;Appointed by time given,&lt;br /&gt;A ride to no where,&lt;br /&gt;A walk thru God's country,&lt;br /&gt;Variety to be at peace,&lt;br /&gt;Some thrive to be alone in world of chaos,&lt;br /&gt;Others thrive to be silent in a world of noise,&lt;br /&gt;Some unsure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-1829841821036034020?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1829841821036034020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=1829841821036034020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/1829841821036034020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/1829841821036034020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-so.html' title='Is it so?'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-393506594722172554</id><published>2009-07-22T20:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:48:16.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>There are those I've met,&lt;br /&gt;Along this journey,&lt;br /&gt;This constant challenge of persona,&lt;br /&gt;We strive,&lt;br /&gt;Move on,&lt;br /&gt;Live passed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that I've loved,&lt;br /&gt;Along the road,&lt;br /&gt;Made me the man I am,&lt;br /&gt;Molded clay,&lt;br /&gt;In their careful hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itinerary unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Tentative plan,&lt;br /&gt;Simple man,&lt;br /&gt;No worries,&lt;br /&gt;Always find himself,&lt;br /&gt;Be satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-393506594722172554?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/393506594722172554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=393506594722172554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/393506594722172554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/393506594722172554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/07/untitled_22.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-7725419276026382040</id><published>2009-07-17T15:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:03:18.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family's Blood</title><content type='html'>All created the same,&lt;br /&gt;In his image,&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in flesh,&lt;br /&gt;Organs quasi,&lt;br /&gt;X and Y's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethnicity is of no concern,&lt;br /&gt;Nor skin color,&lt;br /&gt;Not body functions,&lt;br /&gt;Nor talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All created,&lt;br /&gt;The same,&lt;br /&gt;And not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying comes,&lt;br /&gt;Saying goes,&lt;br /&gt;Blood thicker than water,&lt;br /&gt;So true it holds,&lt;br /&gt;As in life,&lt;br /&gt;It all unfolds,&lt;br /&gt;Eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family's blood,&lt;br /&gt;Grasp this for life,&lt;br /&gt;Drag through the mud,&lt;br /&gt;Still there,&lt;br /&gt;Still here,&lt;br /&gt;No where I'd rather be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood isn't all,&lt;br /&gt;If you Turn your back,&lt;br /&gt;Rarely look to roots,&lt;br /&gt;By here or kingdom come,&lt;br /&gt;It just pollutes,&lt;br /&gt;Remember this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family's blood,&lt;br /&gt;True above,&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back,&lt;br /&gt;And deny your love,&lt;br /&gt;Or tolerance,&lt;br /&gt;Thall shalt be there,&lt;br /&gt;Regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will tell anyone who asks,&lt;br /&gt;Me or them?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry family's blood,&lt;br /&gt;Its in my power,&lt;br /&gt;So shall respect,&lt;br /&gt;So shall honor,&lt;br /&gt;So shall be there,&lt;br /&gt;Til the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-7725419276026382040?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7725419276026382040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=7725419276026382040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/7725419276026382040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/7725419276026382040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/07/familys-blood.html' title='Family&apos;s Blood'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-1888037674920835006</id><published>2009-07-17T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:09:04.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreaming</title><content type='html'>Daydreaming,&lt;br /&gt;As my friday starts,&lt;br /&gt;Weekend so close I can taste it,&lt;br /&gt;No excitement on the front,&lt;br /&gt;Heat from the depths of hell,&lt;br /&gt;Surely to consume me,&lt;br /&gt;Not a good time for favors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming,&lt;br /&gt;Riding,&lt;br /&gt;Traveling,&lt;br /&gt;Camping,&lt;br /&gt;2 lane road,&lt;br /&gt;Nature,&lt;br /&gt;What God gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming,&lt;br /&gt;Project inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;Movement begins,&lt;br /&gt;Rebirth of ideas,&lt;br /&gt;Intent focus,&lt;br /&gt;Design changes,&lt;br /&gt;For the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming,&lt;br /&gt;Imagery,&lt;br /&gt;Foresee,&lt;br /&gt;Remove this,&lt;br /&gt;Little of that,&lt;br /&gt;Elbow grease,&lt;br /&gt;Dice and slice,&lt;br /&gt;Not what it once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming,&lt;br /&gt;Piece of art,&lt;br /&gt;Extension of personality,&lt;br /&gt;2 wheel trophy,&lt;br /&gt;Experience unreplacable,&lt;br /&gt;Someday,&lt;br /&gt;One day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-1888037674920835006?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1888037674920835006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=1888037674920835006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/1888037674920835006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/1888037674920835006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/07/daydreaming.html' title='Daydreaming'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-481006273918307946</id><published>2009-07-08T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:17:57.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Goodbye crack of dawn,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye hometown sun,&lt;br /&gt;And goodbye hi,&lt;br /&gt;After a long hard day,&lt;br /&gt;Or a ride alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye way I know,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye way of life,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye passin' cars,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye up all nite,&lt;br /&gt;Life moved on,&lt;br /&gt;Without me,&lt;br /&gt;Running on faith,&lt;br /&gt;Tough it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's true,&lt;br /&gt;What's past is past,&lt;br /&gt;And know,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world lasts.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't those four lanes,&lt;br /&gt;Moving fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye asphalt,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the ride,&lt;br /&gt;Watching over,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering,&lt;br /&gt;The time,&lt;br /&gt;Rolling 2 wheels,&lt;br /&gt;And you were there,&lt;br /&gt;When I came home.&lt;br /&gt;You lead me home,&lt;br /&gt;You guided me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;So long,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is yet another day,&lt;br /&gt;Blink of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;In moves only one way,&lt;br /&gt;Far from yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;But the memories never fade,&lt;br /&gt;They never will fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye asphalt,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the ride,&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in a rut,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering,&lt;br /&gt;When it was,&lt;br /&gt;Different.&lt;br /&gt;The time,&lt;br /&gt;Had passed,&lt;br /&gt;Shake my head,&lt;br /&gt;Brush it off,&lt;br /&gt;What's past is past,&lt;br /&gt;And know,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Feel hazy,&lt;br /&gt;Driving on those four lanes,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it will change,&lt;br /&gt;And not so fast,&lt;br /&gt;Running on "E",&lt;br /&gt;Will it last?&lt;br /&gt;With nothing left,&lt;br /&gt;How can this be,&lt;br /&gt;Hope of bereft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-481006273918307946?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/481006273918307946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=481006273918307946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/481006273918307946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/481006273918307946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-6566155002213551143</id><published>2009-07-07T18:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:28:06.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the broken</title><content type='html'>Where do I go from here,&lt;br /&gt;Where do I move on from here,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I lost is what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;Hole left inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Her memory's place to haunt.&lt;br /&gt;How can the best I've had,&lt;br /&gt;Hurt so bad,&lt;br /&gt;Hurt so long,&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm not that strong,&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of broken wings,&lt;br /&gt;God of broken hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Where on earth are you?&lt;br /&gt;Where on earth have you been?&lt;br /&gt;Help me find a place to begin,&lt;br /&gt;A place to start,&lt;br /&gt;To get over her,&lt;br /&gt;Over us, over it.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mistreat love?&lt;br /&gt;But I've suffered far long enough!&lt;br /&gt;Lord take this pain away,&lt;br /&gt;Remove the pain today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I think,&lt;br /&gt;Come thru the damn worst of it,&lt;br /&gt;And on the healing end,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good again.&lt;br /&gt;Then she kicks up,&lt;br /&gt;Like a tornado wind,&lt;br /&gt;And covers up my head,&lt;br /&gt;Covers up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Losing hours,&lt;br /&gt;Losing day,&lt;br /&gt;In the haze that used to be,&lt;br /&gt;That is no more,&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of broken wings,&lt;br /&gt;Lord of broken hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Where on earth are you?&lt;br /&gt;Where on earth have you been?&lt;br /&gt;Help me find a place to begin,&lt;br /&gt;A place to start,&lt;br /&gt;To get over her,&lt;br /&gt;Over us, over it.&lt;br /&gt;I've suffered far long enough!&lt;br /&gt;Lord take this pain away,&lt;br /&gt;Remove the pain today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've paid with my prayers,&lt;br /&gt;I've paid with the feelings of shit,&lt;br /&gt;I've paid with my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Will probably pay for years and years,&lt;br /&gt;Lord please help me here,&lt;br /&gt;I could use a little mercy near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of broken wings,&lt;br /&gt;Of broken hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Where on earth are you tonite?&lt;br /&gt;Where on earth have you been?&lt;br /&gt;Help me find a place to begin,&lt;br /&gt;A place to start,&lt;br /&gt;A place to end,&lt;br /&gt;To get over her,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I mistreated love,&lt;br /&gt;Have I not suffered long enough?&lt;br /&gt;Lord take this pain away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-6566155002213551143?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6566155002213551143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=6566155002213551143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/6566155002213551143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/6566155002213551143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/07/lord-of-broken.html' title='Lord of the broken'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-1739313669533608331</id><published>2009-07-07T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:26:32.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wound Up</title><content type='html'>Looking&lt;br /&gt;For the freedom,&lt;br /&gt;A good time,&lt;br /&gt;Little space,&lt;br /&gt;A little place,&lt;br /&gt;Man cave per say,&lt;br /&gt;That is mine all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of heart?&lt;br /&gt;Want no part,&lt;br /&gt;Looking,&lt;br /&gt;For a blessing,&lt;br /&gt;Is it all for the better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes on,&lt;br /&gt;Quickly see,&lt;br /&gt;This God forsaken place,&lt;br /&gt;And I Feel the need,&lt;br /&gt;Disconnect myself,&lt;br /&gt;Leave it in the rear view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some far away place,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't on a map,&lt;br /&gt;Won't find it near.&lt;br /&gt;Work alone,&lt;br /&gt;Words are few,&lt;br /&gt;Miles of nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Except morning dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature surrounds,&lt;br /&gt;Cold of night,&lt;br /&gt;Heat of day,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe rain on the way,&lt;br /&gt;Freshest air,&lt;br /&gt;Talking only in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freedom,&lt;br /&gt;My good time,&lt;br /&gt;The space,&lt;br /&gt;Mine all mine,&lt;br /&gt;Place I belong,&lt;br /&gt;Place I shall go,&lt;br /&gt;Or will I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really for the better?&lt;br /&gt;For them?&lt;br /&gt;Or me?&lt;br /&gt;Or everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Can't quite see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Up'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-7914698296242013650</id><published>2009-07-07T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:25:21.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's Bottle</title><content type='html'>Thoughts of past,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of present,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of future,&lt;br /&gt;Of thoughts in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remnants,&lt;br /&gt;What did,&lt;br /&gt;What would have,&lt;br /&gt;What should have,&lt;br /&gt;What will be,&lt;br /&gt;Should have been,&lt;br /&gt;All worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappearance in a cloud,&lt;br /&gt;Dust,&lt;br /&gt;Fading from my life,&lt;br /&gt;What can I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it,&lt;br /&gt;Ruminate,&lt;br /&gt;Regret reflection,&lt;br /&gt;Eating me alive,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder about,&lt;br /&gt;Would have, should have, could have,&lt;br /&gt;Won’t have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time,&lt;br /&gt;Work,&lt;br /&gt;Then, the hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Now the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey drain,&lt;br /&gt;All day, all night,&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey kills it,&lt;br /&gt;Bottle on the dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices we make,&lt;br /&gt;Requirement,&lt;br /&gt;Live that way,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Regret,&lt;br /&gt;Get to me,&lt;br /&gt;Did you,&lt;br /&gt;Will you,&lt;br /&gt;Find what you were looking for?&lt;br /&gt;Cross your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, where would we?&lt;br /&gt;Think about if,&lt;br /&gt;What if’s,&lt;br /&gt;Never turned your back,&lt;br /&gt;Accepting,&lt;br /&gt;Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey crawl,&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey drain,&lt;br /&gt;Empty bottle on the dresser,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Walk in, always buy more,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t buy,&lt;br /&gt;A bring it back,&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t have to wake up,&lt;br /&gt;Been up all night,&lt;br /&gt;Not for long,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna fly by,&lt;br /&gt;Just a thing,&lt;br /&gt;Just a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking,&lt;br /&gt;What can be done,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t a thing,&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey crawl,&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey drain,&lt;br /&gt;Need a change,&lt;br /&gt;Hop on the steel horse,&lt;br /&gt;Ride away,&lt;br /&gt;Devil’s bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remnants,&lt;br /&gt;What did, and not,&lt;br /&gt;What would have,&lt;br /&gt;Moreso, what should have,&lt;br /&gt;What will be,&lt;br /&gt;What will come&lt;br /&gt;Should have been,&lt;br /&gt;Could have been,&lt;br /&gt;Not today, nor tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Think again,&lt;br /&gt;Thought are it,&lt;br /&gt;Past regret,&lt;br /&gt;All you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey crawl,&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey drain,&lt;br /&gt;Devil’s bottle,&lt;br /&gt;Never empty,&lt;br /&gt;Always more,&lt;br /&gt;Driving me insane,&lt;br /&gt;Hide me from the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me,&lt;br /&gt;Bitter truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steel horse shuffle,&lt;br /&gt;Disappear in thought,&lt;br /&gt;Disappear from eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Caught on the crossroads,&lt;br /&gt;Keep on riding,&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind,&lt;br /&gt;Rain wash it away,&lt;br /&gt;Devil’s bottle,&lt;br /&gt;Take away the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-7914698296242013650?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7914698296242013650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=7914698296242013650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/7914698296242013650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/7914698296242013650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/07/devils-bottle.html' title='Devil&apos;s Bottle'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-1663470241817270471</id><published>2009-07-07T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:24:43.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Gently paint a picture,&lt;br /&gt;How it all should be,&lt;br /&gt;Could go to Mexico,&lt;br /&gt;Trail out by the sea,&lt;br /&gt;By now I should know,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams are never free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, I look so long,&lt;br /&gt;Lost, faded, dream struck,&lt;br /&gt;Deep in thought, preoccupation,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I could have, wondered luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding you, with all I have,&lt;br /&gt;My heart, my entirety,&lt;br /&gt;Thought of future, dreams afar,&lt;br /&gt;Fluttering so dizzily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearning, longing, wistful,&lt;br /&gt;Of the touch of your lips, soft skin,&lt;br /&gt;Every breath, on inhale and exhale,&lt;br /&gt;In past, within,&lt;br /&gt;From sunrise, missing, lost without your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Your happiness, your grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visions of your face,&lt;br /&gt;Seduces me to sing,&lt;br /&gt;Who holds they key to your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Protect, I shall, no matter the sting,&lt;br /&gt;Even imposable death,&lt;br /&gt;Guarding it, similar to king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living all of my days,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to embrace,&lt;br /&gt;Life with my heart,&lt;br /&gt;By the beauty,&lt;br /&gt;I feel and create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing a sunset,&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Taking me closer to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;As I feel you next to me,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay with me,&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my love,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll forget the sun,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll forget the moon,&lt;br /&gt;One in God,&lt;br /&gt;Solitaire one.&lt;div 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title='Untitled'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-1164139838824370382</id><published>2009-07-07T18:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:22:08.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Time yet passing by,&lt;br /&gt;As is my life,&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind,&lt;br /&gt;When seasons change.&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce on a past,&lt;br /&gt;That had no future,&lt;br /&gt;No existence to come,&lt;br /&gt;None to follow.&lt;br /&gt;Only showing the emptiness of a Black Hole,&lt;br /&gt;As though had seen before,&lt;br /&gt;And yet again.&lt;br /&gt;A man,&lt;br /&gt;A knave in his own time,&lt;br /&gt;His era past,&lt;br /&gt;Others to come,&lt;br /&gt;In his footsteps,&lt;br /&gt;Not having any idea,&lt;br /&gt;What is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;He finally sees sight,&lt;br /&gt;Of a future so bright,&lt;br /&gt;Bright like the sun.&lt;br /&gt;A woman can never change a man,&lt;br /&gt;With worlds of effort,&lt;br /&gt;But her love can help,&lt;br /&gt;Help in belief that he is loved,&lt;br /&gt;That he is cared for,&lt;br /&gt;That he is wanted,&lt;br /&gt;That he is needed.&lt;br /&gt;An exhilarating feeling,&lt;br /&gt;To be needed,&lt;br /&gt;To be loved,&lt;br /&gt;Unconditionally,&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;That,&lt;br /&gt;Can not be replaced,&lt;br /&gt;Money can’t buy,&lt;br /&gt;But, love can grow.&lt;br /&gt;Waving a kiss to say good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;The sky fall down.&lt;br /&gt;A child of promise,&lt;br /&gt;Miles of promise.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stay with you,&lt;br /&gt;My train moves on,&lt;br /&gt;You’re gone from view,&lt;br /&gt;But are you?&lt;br /&gt;Days will pass,&lt;br /&gt;Your words to me,&lt;br /&gt;Seems so long,&lt;br /&gt;Eternity,&lt;br /&gt;But I must wait,&lt;br /&gt;To see your face,&lt;br /&gt;Just to sing “Amazing Grace”.&lt;br /&gt;To be grateful you’re by my side,&lt;br /&gt;To walk on clouds in Heaven’s skies.&lt;br /&gt;A dream come true,&lt;br /&gt;A brave young fool,&lt;br /&gt;Just to say one thing to you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m here,&lt;br /&gt;Right by your side,&lt;br /&gt;Stand with me,&lt;br /&gt;Stand in pride.&lt;br /&gt;Through everything I do,&lt;br /&gt;Through everything said and done,&lt;br /&gt;One thing to never come,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking apart will never be,&lt;br /&gt;After saying one in thee to three,&lt;br /&gt;I have these feelings,&lt;br /&gt;So fast they came,&lt;br /&gt;I have these feelings,&lt;br /&gt;No one to blame,&lt;br /&gt;I have these feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I know are true,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say,&lt;br /&gt;That I love you.&lt;div 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title='Untitled'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-159588503597213664</id><published>2009-07-07T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:21:46.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Were Meant To Be</title><content type='html'>Most amazing thing I’ve seen,&lt;br /&gt;Together or not,&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic,&lt;br /&gt;How cute,&lt;br /&gt;How we met,&lt;br /&gt;How we are,&lt;br /&gt;To imaging you with me,&lt;br /&gt;Like touching a star.&lt;br /&gt;No problems,&lt;br /&gt;Good friends,&lt;br /&gt;All I see,&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it kismet,&lt;br /&gt;Call it fate,&lt;br /&gt;All I know,&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is gone,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is weak,&lt;br /&gt;One look at you,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t speak.&lt;br /&gt;To hold you hand,&lt;br /&gt;Just so grand,&lt;br /&gt;To kiss your lips,&lt;br /&gt;My hands,&lt;br /&gt;Your hips.&lt;br /&gt;To make love,&lt;br /&gt;In your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Hug you so tight,&lt;br /&gt;Caress your skin,&lt;br /&gt;From deep within,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good,&lt;br /&gt;To be in sin.&lt;br /&gt;Four months gone by,&lt;br /&gt;As you see,&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, only the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;Only the start,&lt;br /&gt;In your hands,&lt;br /&gt;My weakened heart.&lt;br /&gt;Hold it close,&lt;br /&gt;Hold it tight,&lt;br /&gt;Hold my heart day and night.&lt;br /&gt;For it is yours,&lt;br /&gt;Now to be,&lt;br /&gt;Forever,&lt;br /&gt;Life and love,&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Be'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-358946712863412457</id><published>2009-07-07T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:21:28.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic &amp; Loving It</title><content type='html'>In a world of joy,&lt;br /&gt;Or now it seems,&lt;br /&gt;As I lie,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back,&lt;br /&gt;Back to a time when it wasn’t mirth.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back,&lt;br /&gt;And yet again.&lt;br /&gt;I sit and ponder,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;Never realizing a time so full of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Is this a gift?&lt;br /&gt;Possibly from heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Why me?&lt;br /&gt;Is this a joke?&lt;br /&gt;As I beat myself in stupidity,&lt;br /&gt;I ask, “Why not me?”&lt;br /&gt;Vivacity is all I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of her,&lt;br /&gt;My heart quakes,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of her.&lt;br /&gt;I scream her name,&lt;br /&gt;If I know she hears me,&lt;br /&gt;In the dark,&lt;br /&gt;In the light,&lt;br /&gt;I see the sun,&lt;br /&gt;It comes a bright.&lt;br /&gt;When I’m not with her,&lt;br /&gt;The pain is real,&lt;br /&gt;And I cry inside,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m missin’ her.&lt;br /&gt;The nights are so lonely,&lt;br /&gt;In an empty bed,&lt;br /&gt;The days are the same,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of her always in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a nobody without thee,&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;One day, my heart will not be free,&lt;br /&gt;Is it to be?&lt;br /&gt;Is it to be?&lt;br /&gt;To love thee?&lt;br /&gt;To love thee with all my heart?&lt;br /&gt;To love thee with all my soul?&lt;br /&gt;To love thee with all my mind?&lt;br /&gt;To love thee?&lt;br /&gt;With all my being?&lt;br /&gt;Does she feel?&lt;br /&gt;Will she feel?&lt;br /&gt;Will love cross her?&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic are we, the above,&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;White doves?&lt;br /&gt;Expressing or arousing tenderness,&lt;br /&gt;That’s it, that’s us.&lt;br /&gt;I love this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I love it,&lt;br /&gt;I love what I feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;Shall make her feel like a woman,&lt;br /&gt;When she catches her breath,&lt;br /&gt;And her heart rate slows,&lt;br /&gt;As we travel,&lt;br /&gt;Each sacrificing our freedom,&lt;br /&gt;For each other’s hearts.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the air you breath,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your protector,&lt;br /&gt;But never leave you.&lt;br /&gt;Never leave you.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic are we,&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic we both shall be,&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic and happy,&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic are we,&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic and loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-358946712863412457?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/358946712863412457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=358946712863412457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/358946712863412457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/358946712863412457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/07/pathetic-loving-it.html' title='Pathetic &amp; Loving It'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-3067580520669849822</id><published>2009-06-24T17:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:10:01.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“The Song”</title><content type='html'>I returned,&lt;br /&gt;As you heard,&lt;br /&gt;And as you know,&lt;br /&gt;God rules over all.&lt;br /&gt;Something is going on,&lt;br /&gt;Valentine’s Day is here once again,&lt;br /&gt;Romantic feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Blow in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind,&lt;br /&gt;On a day,&lt;br /&gt;When the beach is near.&lt;br /&gt;I love roses,&lt;br /&gt;When given to me,&lt;br /&gt;I get shy,&lt;br /&gt;And mushy,&lt;br /&gt;And fall into your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Like putty in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;When I give a rose,&lt;br /&gt;It’s always with meaning,&lt;br /&gt;Comes from my heart,&lt;br /&gt;With sincere dedication.&lt;br /&gt;You are provocative,&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;I got you.&lt;br /&gt;And I’m always giving my all to you,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re my Lady.&lt;br /&gt;I will stand behind you all the way,&lt;br /&gt;And if something ever happened,&lt;br /&gt;Please, don’t make me guess what it was.&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll make it right.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I have to knock the boots,&lt;br /&gt;Or lick you up,&lt;br /&gt;Or lick you down.&lt;br /&gt;Forever my lady,&lt;br /&gt;Is what you’ll say,&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever leave,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll cry for you and pray.&lt;br /&gt;Let me make you lose control,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ll love you all night.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever leave,&lt;br /&gt;I’d die without you,&lt;br /&gt;So boomerang back,&lt;br /&gt;And let me give all my love to you.&lt;br /&gt;In my thought,&lt;br /&gt;In our future,&lt;br /&gt;Let’s chill,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m your guy,&lt;br /&gt;And we will be,&lt;br /&gt;Together forever.&lt;br /&gt;I love the 29th,&lt;br /&gt;It’s just great,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it’s our anniversary,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m dedicating this one,&lt;br /&gt;To my favorite girl,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve never felt this way,&lt;br /&gt;Never felt like this before.&lt;br /&gt;Here and now,&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to love you,&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;Let me make you feel right,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make love to you,&lt;br /&gt;Like you want me to,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;All through the night.&lt;br /&gt;You’re my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I love you so,&lt;br /&gt;If I ever fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;Like this,&lt;br /&gt;So true,&lt;br /&gt;Let it please be with you.&lt;br /&gt;My friend,&lt;br /&gt;My friend,&lt;br /&gt;My best friend,&lt;br /&gt;My love,&lt;br /&gt;My lover and my friend,&lt;br /&gt;My Valentine,&lt;br /&gt;My sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;My wife,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;But soon.&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-3067580520669849822?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3067580520669849822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=3067580520669849822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/3067580520669849822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/3067580520669849822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/song_24.html' title='“The Song”'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-2406035017360908705</id><published>2009-06-24T17:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:09:42.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Lately I’ve had the most unusual feelings,&lt;br /&gt;But yet thought of losing you,&lt;br /&gt;It’s been hanging around my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a man,&lt;br /&gt;I have many wishes,&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes won’t let me hide,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I always start to cry,&lt;br /&gt;Cry,&lt;br /&gt;Cause this time could mean goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;I hate good-bye’s,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want it to,&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to tell myself that I have a reason,&lt;br /&gt;To be in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know,&lt;br /&gt;So I start to cry,&lt;br /&gt;Cry,&lt;br /&gt;One look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;There I look deep,&lt;br /&gt;I see just what you mean to me,&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I believe,&lt;br /&gt;Your love is all that I’ll ever need,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see what happiness really is,&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you,&lt;br /&gt;Makes life so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;So sweet,&lt;br /&gt;These feelings I have,&lt;br /&gt;Feel so right,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see all that I want a love to be.&lt;br /&gt;There is a time,&lt;br /&gt;My dream is over,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t forget about the time,&lt;br /&gt;When time is all I have,&lt;br /&gt;I remember a time when I had nothing,&lt;br /&gt;But an empty heart inside,&lt;br /&gt;I needed inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;I needed light,&lt;br /&gt;You are the light shining into my life,&lt;br /&gt;But not yet there,&lt;br /&gt;I could have never stopped searching,&lt;br /&gt;And still never realize,&lt;br /&gt;This treasure of a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve dedicated my heart to you,&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than most can give,&lt;br /&gt;And yet I still cry,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you want,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you want me to do,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you the sun, the moon,&lt;br /&gt;The stars and the rain,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you almost anything,&lt;br /&gt;And all that you wish for,&lt;br /&gt;Ever more,&lt;br /&gt;If you wish,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll climb mountains,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll swim seas,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll pray that you will be there for me,&lt;br /&gt;Forever more,&lt;br /&gt;You already have my heart, my soul, and my time,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll walk a million miles,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is not anything,&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not here to see my dream,&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what it means to me,&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats for you,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get enough looking at you,&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll wait.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for your love.&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing I would rather do,&lt;br /&gt;You’re an angel in disguise,&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I know your face by heart,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me,&lt;br /&gt;The words to describe,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to lose this dream of mine,&lt;br /&gt;When your heart’s in someone else’s hand,&lt;br /&gt;Their wishes are your command,&lt;br /&gt;As you wish,&lt;br /&gt;As you wish,&lt;br /&gt;I’m in too far&lt;br /&gt;I’m in too deep,&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than any pool, any sea, any ocean,&lt;br /&gt;I’m going crazy,&lt;br /&gt;I lose sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Because I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you,&lt;br /&gt;Only you,&lt;br /&gt;If you could see inside my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Then you would understand,&lt;br /&gt;The feelings, that I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Take every little piece of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;My soul, my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything I would not do,&lt;br /&gt;I have a place in my heart for you,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;There has never been a time&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted something more,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you understand,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your man,&lt;br /&gt;Ask and I will do,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do it just for you,&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the air for you,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll close every door,&lt;br /&gt;Leave the cold outside,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need anything,&lt;br /&gt;When you’re by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-2406035017360908705?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2406035017360908705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=2406035017360908705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/2406035017360908705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/2406035017360908705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/untitled_5825.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-1505690985056280153</id><published>2009-06-24T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:09:24.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Going on,&lt;br /&gt;As the days seem to,&lt;br /&gt;Moving slow,&lt;br /&gt;Moving fast,&lt;br /&gt;Time doesn’t change speed,&lt;br /&gt;Or does it?&lt;br /&gt;Think of past,&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;Past stays,&lt;br /&gt;The future was changed.&lt;br /&gt;An attitude of hatred,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of pain,&lt;br /&gt;Love that can never be returned,&lt;br /&gt;All of thee,&lt;br /&gt;Yet changed.&lt;br /&gt;With pain in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;With so much pain,&lt;br /&gt;The numbness fills it,&lt;br /&gt;Like a glass full of water,&lt;br /&gt;The lid was sealed,&lt;br /&gt;To never come off.&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerability to never enter my life ever again,&lt;br /&gt;Never again.&lt;br /&gt;But, then you came along,&lt;br /&gt;Like the Prince,&lt;br /&gt;To sweep me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Glass lid removed,&lt;br /&gt;Water emptied,&lt;br /&gt;All as one sitting of a meal.&lt;br /&gt;So quickly, how could I change,&lt;br /&gt;Fate has taken control of this ship,&lt;br /&gt;Never to be in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;And I’m falling,&lt;br /&gt;And yet, still can’t believe,&lt;br /&gt;What has happened,&lt;br /&gt;What is happening.&lt;br /&gt;I see your smile,&lt;br /&gt;I see your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I know your happy,&lt;br /&gt;When I’m by your side.&lt;br /&gt;The more I see you,&lt;br /&gt;The more I want to.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve brought me happiness,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve brought me joy,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll make this last,&lt;br /&gt;Together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-1505690985056280153?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1505690985056280153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=1505690985056280153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/1505690985056280153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/1505690985056280153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/untitled_8443.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-426147179133577040</id><published>2009-06-24T17:08:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:09:09.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>When I first met you,&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful sight,&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known,&lt;br /&gt;I was a fright.&lt;br /&gt;So scared just to say hi,&lt;br /&gt;Even so much as a wave.&lt;br /&gt;Things,&lt;br /&gt;Time,&lt;br /&gt;Has changed so much,&lt;br /&gt;Much come and gone,&lt;br /&gt;Like a wintry night’s chill,&lt;br /&gt;As it moves,&lt;br /&gt;But calm,&lt;br /&gt;Very calm.&lt;br /&gt;When we spoke again,&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise,&lt;br /&gt;You were interested in me,&lt;br /&gt;As much, if not more, than I was you.&lt;br /&gt;My self-esteem was shortly before,&lt;br /&gt;Devastated,&lt;br /&gt;And lie in ruins.&lt;br /&gt;Even while dating a few,&lt;br /&gt;It still lie the same.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t care”,&lt;br /&gt;“Women suck”,&lt;br /&gt;Kept coming to mind,&lt;br /&gt;Back then,&lt;br /&gt;A promise was made to my self,&lt;br /&gt;Never, will I care again,&lt;br /&gt;It appeared the attitude got me many dates,&lt;br /&gt;And this ego grew bigger.&lt;br /&gt;We kept talking,&lt;br /&gt;Then you startled me,&lt;br /&gt;Enlightening me how easy,&lt;br /&gt;How I could have you.&lt;br /&gt;But, just then, I was not ready,&lt;br /&gt;Commitment was a frightening word.&lt;br /&gt;I grew closer to you in friendship,&lt;br /&gt;And, as you said, you in I.&lt;br /&gt;Care, once again, crossed my path,&lt;br /&gt;Fear overcame my being,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why,&lt;br /&gt;Why did I deny,&lt;br /&gt;Past attitude?&lt;br /&gt;Past anger?&lt;br /&gt;Past resolution?&lt;br /&gt;Commitment came to you,&lt;br /&gt;With joy,&lt;br /&gt;You shared it with me,&lt;br /&gt;With sadness,&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to comfort your soul,&lt;br /&gt;But, you said anger was in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It was not,&lt;br /&gt;Despondency was in this heart,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I jumped for joy in your vivacity.&lt;br /&gt;When this delight turned into hate,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Anguish,&lt;br /&gt;I was there!&lt;br /&gt;To comfort you,&lt;br /&gt;To help you,&lt;br /&gt;To be there.&lt;br /&gt;A second occurred,&lt;br /&gt;And I was there again,&lt;br /&gt;Still.&lt;br /&gt;I try to bring you happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, you walk towards hell,&lt;br /&gt;As I said before,&lt;br /&gt;Continually denying I’m not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;You say you hate players,&lt;br /&gt;Then why do I feel like I’m being played?&lt;br /&gt;You know I’m still here when you fall,&lt;br /&gt;Though it seems as though it is working against me,&lt;br /&gt;Like a cushion,&lt;br /&gt;And that’s it.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to be mine,&lt;br /&gt;So easily,&lt;br /&gt;In the past,&lt;br /&gt;Why not now?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked from both perspectives,&lt;br /&gt;You’re confused,&lt;br /&gt;You should try to see through my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You say you don’t know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;But I think you do,&lt;br /&gt;Just afraid to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I’m backed into a corner,&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what to do,&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not my decision,&lt;br /&gt;Your call!&lt;br /&gt;Just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;But through all, I still want this friendship,&lt;br /&gt;And your happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;One word,&lt;br /&gt;Regret.&lt;br /&gt;Will you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you regret?&lt;br /&gt;Think about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-426147179133577040?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/426147179133577040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=426147179133577040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/426147179133577040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/426147179133577040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/untitled_8971.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-2047672837076956558</id><published>2009-06-24T17:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:08:48.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasses of Love</title><content type='html'>Love,&lt;br /&gt;So grand,&lt;br /&gt;So terrible,&lt;br /&gt;So incredible,&lt;br /&gt;So deadly.&lt;br /&gt;Love of a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;That was not,&lt;br /&gt;Is it so?&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind,&lt;br /&gt;Why do they say?&lt;br /&gt;Blind as a bat,&lt;br /&gt;As it eats away your life,&lt;br /&gt;Piece by piece.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was over it,&lt;br /&gt;At the littlest,&lt;br /&gt;Just moving on,&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that past will never be repeated.&lt;br /&gt;When we talk like friends,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is everything.&lt;br /&gt;When it ends,&lt;br /&gt;There’s a missing part of me,&lt;br /&gt;Did you take it?&lt;br /&gt;Did you take it again?&lt;br /&gt;A piece of life is missing,&lt;br /&gt;Can not be found,&lt;br /&gt;Or can it?&lt;br /&gt;But how?&lt;br /&gt;They say it will always be missing,&lt;br /&gt;That would make me whole.&lt;br /&gt;How can life go on?&lt;br /&gt;If it’s partly gone?&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s too late to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Never had I imagine,&lt;br /&gt;To live without your smile.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to stay friends,&lt;br /&gt;And hide the missing piece of life.&lt;br /&gt;The sun no longer shines the same,&lt;br /&gt;But different,&lt;br /&gt;As I try to make the days brighter.&lt;br /&gt;One thing grown stronger,&lt;br /&gt;Through this,&lt;br /&gt;Is the friendships I took for granted,&lt;br /&gt;And almost blew off,&lt;br /&gt;Like a feather in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;With no thought,&lt;br /&gt;Or care,&lt;br /&gt;Of what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;Since the end,&lt;br /&gt;The priorities have come into play,&lt;br /&gt;When I felt blind,&lt;br /&gt;I was lost and could not see,&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m found&lt;br /&gt;And will find,&lt;br /&gt;Or attempt to find the piece of life,&lt;br /&gt;Which has bee left,&lt;br /&gt;Stolen,&lt;br /&gt;Or taken with unknown permission of the blind.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I lost so many friends along the way,&lt;br /&gt;But I never did,&lt;br /&gt;Illusion is all that was seen,&lt;br /&gt;Since then,&lt;br /&gt;I have taken off the glasses,&lt;br /&gt;From which they blinded perfect eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-2047672837076956558?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2047672837076956558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=2047672837076956558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/2047672837076956558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/2047672837076956558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/glasses-of-love.html' title='Glasses of Love'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-837724276827133369</id><published>2009-06-24T17:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:08:34.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sweet Group of Friends</title><content type='html'>A dream,&lt;br /&gt;One sweet day,&lt;br /&gt;When all is well,&lt;br /&gt;We are together.&lt;br /&gt;All,&lt;br /&gt;Not one missing.&lt;br /&gt;Will it happen?&lt;br /&gt;Will we get that one sweet day?&lt;br /&gt;That is true love,&lt;br /&gt;True happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Just like a picture of heaven,&lt;br /&gt;In the mind of one,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it in all,&lt;br /&gt;To one day come?&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder to cry on,&lt;br /&gt;An ear to listen,&lt;br /&gt;A voice to comfort,&lt;br /&gt;We’re all here,&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;For one another,&lt;br /&gt;But will that day,&lt;br /&gt;That one sweet day,&lt;br /&gt;Will it come?&lt;br /&gt;Friends that are friends forever,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Lord above,&lt;br /&gt;Feels as grand as a dove,&lt;br /&gt;Floating above and beyond,&lt;br /&gt;Wildest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;As we all wish when we were small,&lt;br /&gt;To be together forever,&lt;br /&gt;To live,&lt;br /&gt;Sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Educate,&lt;br /&gt;Learn,&lt;br /&gt;And all go to the same school,&lt;br /&gt;But time has brought different plans,&lt;br /&gt;To the group that is,&lt;br /&gt;That was,&lt;br /&gt;Will it become the group that will always.&lt;br /&gt;To be or to not be?&lt;br /&gt;Is that the question?&lt;br /&gt;As we grew,&lt;br /&gt;Each went separate ways,&lt;br /&gt;Still keeping in touch,&lt;br /&gt;As time passes with each new day,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing and wanting togetherness,&lt;br /&gt;Our destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Will the world be kind?&lt;br /&gt;With each?&lt;br /&gt;All, have the group,&lt;br /&gt;Deep in mind,&lt;br /&gt;Deep in heart.&lt;br /&gt;Much the same with each,&lt;br /&gt;Each plans to work,&lt;br /&gt;Within an area.&lt;br /&gt;All trying to stay together,&lt;br /&gt;Seems so hard,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems as far as the planets,&lt;br /&gt;The distance an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;A dream,&lt;br /&gt;One sweet day,&lt;br /&gt;When all is well,&lt;br /&gt;And we are together,&lt;br /&gt;Forever,&lt;br /&gt;And ever,&lt;br /&gt;And ever,&lt;br /&gt;And ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-837724276827133369?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/837724276827133369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=837724276827133369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>Love,&lt;br /&gt;As never felt before,&lt;br /&gt;Swept over my body.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would love,&lt;br /&gt;What is love, really?&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I would know,&lt;br /&gt;Never felt I wanted to know,&lt;br /&gt;But, I let my heart go,&lt;br /&gt;A mother to it’s child,&lt;br /&gt;Is how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;As this love,&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;Explain?&lt;br /&gt;No,&lt;br /&gt;Not easily taken.&lt;br /&gt;Not a fight,&lt;br /&gt;Only one argument,&lt;br /&gt;But explain.&lt;br /&gt;She did,&lt;br /&gt;Her side.&lt;br /&gt;Still,&lt;br /&gt;No understanding.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so loved,&lt;br /&gt;So loved,&lt;br /&gt;Never felt that way,&lt;br /&gt;Always knew,&lt;br /&gt;Felt,&lt;br /&gt;Feared.&lt;br /&gt;It would be dumped,&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday’s garbage.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering her prom,&lt;br /&gt;Lady in black,&lt;br /&gt;Will never forget that.&lt;br /&gt;In my head,&lt;br /&gt;In my ears,&lt;br /&gt;Listening,&lt;br /&gt;Playing,&lt;br /&gt;Lady in red,&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say black?&lt;br /&gt;Never seen you looking so lonely,&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;My head held high,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it was I,&lt;br /&gt;That was with you,&lt;br /&gt;That night,&lt;br /&gt;Many nights.&lt;br /&gt;Never once,&lt;br /&gt;Not once,&lt;br /&gt;Took anything,&lt;br /&gt;I mean anything,&lt;br /&gt;For granted.&lt;br /&gt;Never seen you looking so gorgeous,&lt;br /&gt;As you did that night.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be by your side,&lt;br /&gt;You took my breath away,&lt;br /&gt;Still do.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t breathe,&lt;br /&gt;So amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I have never had such a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Such a feeling of complete and utter love,&lt;br /&gt;As I did before.&lt;br /&gt;We danced,&lt;br /&gt;Cheek to cheek.&lt;br /&gt;This beauty,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget,&lt;br /&gt;How you looked,&lt;br /&gt;How I felt,&lt;br /&gt;How it was.&lt;br /&gt;I have never loved,&lt;br /&gt;Or will ever love,&lt;br /&gt;As I did.&lt;br /&gt;You!&lt;br /&gt;My past behind me,&lt;br /&gt;Yet still haunts me,&lt;br /&gt;Day after day.&lt;br /&gt;Scars will never heal.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I, yet, want to heal my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I still love you,&lt;br /&gt;I still yearn for you,&lt;br /&gt;I still miss you,&lt;br /&gt;I still care for you,&lt;br /&gt;I still want you,&lt;br /&gt;To stand by me,&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;That’s the way it will be,&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;So perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed,&lt;br /&gt;But why wasn’t it.&lt;br /&gt;I gave you everything I had,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I could imagine,&lt;br /&gt;Would have given you the world,&lt;br /&gt;Still will.&lt;br /&gt;Still take my breath away,&lt;br /&gt;Always will.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;If things could be different,&lt;br /&gt;If they will ever be the same,&lt;br /&gt;Question comes over.&lt;br /&gt;How can one moment be fine,&lt;br /&gt;On the phone,&lt;br /&gt;In person,&lt;br /&gt;Then boom,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The bomb goes off.&lt;br /&gt;My life has changed so much.&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning I was destined,&lt;br /&gt;As everyone is,&lt;br /&gt;Why is my life,&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish?&lt;br /&gt;Negative always happens to me,&lt;br /&gt;Not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;From grade school,&lt;br /&gt;To what is so called,&lt;br /&gt;Junior High,&lt;br /&gt;High School only made things worse,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never live it down,&lt;br /&gt;Never outlive the nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;And now.&lt;br /&gt;More surgery,&lt;br /&gt;What else is going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;Want the knowledge now,&lt;br /&gt;Up front,&lt;br /&gt;Before it happens.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering back,&lt;br /&gt;You cried,&lt;br /&gt;I said I was thinking about moving,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know what you’d do without me?&lt;br /&gt;That’s not what you act like,&lt;br /&gt;Even words,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t seem literal.&lt;br /&gt;Before you left,&lt;br /&gt;Again,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of confusion crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;One moment,&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel needed,&lt;br /&gt;The next,&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted,&lt;br /&gt;Even as friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Only thing that remains,&lt;br /&gt;The future.&lt;br /&gt;Only one question remains,&lt;br /&gt;Do we have a chance?&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever get back together?&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a chance with you again?&lt;br /&gt;No garbage,&lt;br /&gt;No BS,&lt;br /&gt;Right to the point,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid to hurt my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve already succeeded in that.&lt;br /&gt;But, do I have a chance?&lt;br /&gt;Please,&lt;br /&gt;My last plead,&lt;br /&gt;For sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;Honesty,&lt;br /&gt;The truth of “our” future?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-1507813463876238657?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1507813463876238657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=1507813463876238657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/1507813463876238657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/1507813463876238657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/future.html' title='The Future'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-2761773609015923675</id><published>2009-06-24T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:08:01.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>To shame,&lt;br /&gt;Only word,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling.&lt;br /&gt;As summer gathers the beautiful leaves,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to run,&lt;br /&gt;Not from me,&lt;br /&gt;But they should.&lt;br /&gt;Yet another has past,&lt;br /&gt;Not much learned,&lt;br /&gt;Hatred.&lt;br /&gt;That one simple thing,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I hide it well.&lt;br /&gt;That scares, but one individual,&lt;br /&gt;Unnamed,&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;Through all that has happened,&lt;br /&gt;I have not evolved,&lt;br /&gt;But immatured,&lt;br /&gt;Learning nothing but hatred.&lt;br /&gt;Learning nothing of what has yet to happen,&lt;br /&gt;But anger,&lt;br /&gt;Hostility,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting, not, of what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;On the edge.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to eat from the barrel,&lt;br /&gt;Could it all end so fast?&lt;br /&gt;The love of family,&lt;br /&gt;The love of friends,&lt;br /&gt;The love of one,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the love of another,&lt;br /&gt;Still not keeping the wheels turning,&lt;br /&gt;But the debts,&lt;br /&gt;Debts of money,&lt;br /&gt;Debts to my creators,&lt;br /&gt;Not heavenly but Earthly.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t call that love,&lt;br /&gt;Hate,&lt;br /&gt;That’s what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Love does cross,&lt;br /&gt;One, yet, still,&lt;br /&gt;Visit,&lt;br /&gt;Almost on a final note,&lt;br /&gt;A last strum,&lt;br /&gt;A last beat.&lt;br /&gt;Love did cross,&lt;br /&gt;Still present.&lt;br /&gt;Once a rose,&lt;br /&gt;Now a dead flower,&lt;br /&gt;Straight from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It was said,&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;Me,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such a great “friend”.&lt;br /&gt;Another heart in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking,&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting it!&lt;br /&gt;Ever!&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I do this????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to let those down,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing why.&lt;br /&gt;I want things back to normal!&lt;br /&gt;NORMAL!&lt;br /&gt;The stats proved correct,&lt;br /&gt;My stats,&lt;br /&gt;Although I fit right in,&lt;br /&gt;I’m an asshole too,&lt;br /&gt;I’m male,&lt;br /&gt;It’s expected,&lt;br /&gt;Can I die now,&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll fit right in.&lt;br /&gt;There’s a saying.&lt;br /&gt;I’m stuck,&lt;br /&gt;“Between a rock and a hard place”.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am.&lt;br /&gt;After the debts,&lt;br /&gt;Am I finished?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Need to be me,&lt;br /&gt;To be separated for everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Untitled'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-2530178120809424802</id><published>2009-06-24T17:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:07:38.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Release</title><content type='html'>We leave,&lt;br /&gt;As if so many times before.&lt;br /&gt;Children’s voices heard vaguely in the background noise,&lt;br /&gt;In the distance.&lt;br /&gt;Sun peaking over the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;As if a bloody filled sky,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with a thousand flashes of light,&lt;br /&gt;Bright,&lt;br /&gt;Yet dull.&lt;br /&gt;The weather yet not as warn as the Sahara,&lt;br /&gt;Or the morning sun.&lt;br /&gt;Background still louder,&lt;br /&gt;Even more so.&lt;br /&gt;Other side of the world,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Like a lagoon,&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;The road seems long,&lt;br /&gt;Never ending,&lt;br /&gt;As far as the eye can see.&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;She comes back to me,&lt;br /&gt;Yet reality hits hard when awakened.&lt;br /&gt;Frightened,&lt;br /&gt;But awed,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to bad that it be true.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back,&lt;br /&gt;My best friend,&lt;br /&gt;He tries to help,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering she’s still here.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult comes to mind,&lt;br /&gt;Scared also blasts up,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to confront.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so, so different,&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of what to come,&lt;br /&gt;Not happy of where I am.&lt;br /&gt;Almost unwilling,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, thriving on responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;As the sun rises more,&lt;br /&gt;I see,&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;So peaceful,&lt;br /&gt;Distant mountains.&lt;br /&gt;The separation between, where I came from,&lt;br /&gt;And where I will be,&lt;br /&gt;Several moments,&lt;br /&gt;Time,&lt;br /&gt;Uncomfortable,&lt;br /&gt;In between.&lt;br /&gt;Stands alone,&lt;br /&gt;Or though it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is as it seems,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so foreign,&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking myself,&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;The separation grows closer,&lt;br /&gt;Closer,&lt;br /&gt;closer,&lt;br /&gt;Not close enough to touch yet,&lt;br /&gt;Not willing to touch it,&lt;br /&gt;Realizations that I will have to.&lt;br /&gt;This desolate land,&lt;br /&gt;Yet so peaceful,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting the out of body,&lt;br /&gt;To wonder,&lt;br /&gt;To explore,&lt;br /&gt;To change,&lt;br /&gt;To become me.&lt;br /&gt;All that time,&lt;br /&gt;All that land,&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can see.&lt;br /&gt;The blankless sky,&lt;br /&gt;No longer&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as it was.&lt;br /&gt;Rolling hills,&lt;br /&gt;Almost totally freeing my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Allowing me to think more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Picturing myself,&lt;br /&gt;Climbing,&lt;br /&gt;All these mountains,&lt;br /&gt;Walking all this land.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the past,&lt;br /&gt;My best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Spending time,&lt;br /&gt;Not speaking much,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with that speechless conversation.&lt;br /&gt;A thousand words,&lt;br /&gt;In a few short days,&lt;br /&gt;Yet remembering,&lt;br /&gt;Not vocal.&lt;br /&gt;Mind is free as a bird,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering so much.&lt;br /&gt;Not certain why,&lt;br /&gt;but floating,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a reason,&lt;br /&gt;A sort of release,&lt;br /&gt;Of my energy.&lt;br /&gt;Soon my destiny will arrive,&lt;br /&gt;Shortly where I will lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Release'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-4619160190978161463</id><published>2009-06-24T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:06:42.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating, Like a Bird</title><content type='html'>Where has my mind taken me now?&lt;br /&gt;Floating freely as a bird,&lt;br /&gt;Drifting,&lt;br /&gt;Watching everything below.&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;Look.&lt;br /&gt;Look there,&lt;br /&gt;I see him.&lt;br /&gt;I know that face,&lt;br /&gt;That’s,&lt;br /&gt;Is it though?&lt;br /&gt;Ow, this isn’t a dream,&lt;br /&gt;Pinching still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is me.&lt;br /&gt;Yet how can it be?&lt;br /&gt;I’m floating,&lt;br /&gt;But it looks like me,&lt;br /&gt;Does what I do,&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of me.&lt;br /&gt;I watch myself,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering,&lt;br /&gt;Why have you changed?&lt;br /&gt;It’s like starting all over.&lt;br /&gt;Clean slate.&lt;br /&gt;A new era has begun,&lt;br /&gt;A bird?&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of what is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;That point of no return.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Why all this madness?&lt;br /&gt;Go back,&lt;br /&gt;Go back!&lt;br /&gt;But, can a bird fly backwards?&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of what is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;Unsure that I want it to come,&lt;br /&gt;But, yet, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am one.&lt;br /&gt;They look at you with that look.&lt;br /&gt;The look of Unconditional Love.&lt;br /&gt;Creatures create love,&lt;br /&gt;But am too?&lt;br /&gt;A child receives,&lt;br /&gt;A parent gives.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs give to all.&lt;br /&gt;Women give to men,&lt;br /&gt;Males give to females.&lt;br /&gt;I see the big dipper,&lt;br /&gt;Desire,&lt;br /&gt;To fly,&lt;br /&gt;To go to the stars.&lt;br /&gt;I will just have to take that step,&lt;br /&gt;To go on,&lt;br /&gt;That HUGE,&lt;br /&gt;Yet small step,&lt;br /&gt;That chance.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I’m floating.&lt;br /&gt;With want,&lt;br /&gt;Floating like a bird,&lt;br /&gt;Back towards myself.&lt;br /&gt;Back,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the dream,&lt;br /&gt;Before it began.&lt;br /&gt;I will do it again,&lt;br /&gt;As I should,&lt;br /&gt;By myself,&lt;br /&gt;Without the wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-4619160190978161463?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4619160190978161463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=4619160190978161463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/4619160190978161463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/4619160190978161463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/floating-like-bird.html' title='Floating, Like a Bird'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-3243856307918068862</id><published>2009-06-24T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:06:25.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerned</title><content type='html'>Love?&lt;br /&gt;What is love?&lt;br /&gt;God is love,&lt;br /&gt;Or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Intense affection and warm feeling for another.&lt;br /&gt;Lust,&lt;br /&gt;Intense,&lt;br /&gt;Excessive,&lt;br /&gt;Or unrestrained sexual desire,&lt;br /&gt;And overwhelming craving,&lt;br /&gt;To have an inordinate desire.&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation,&lt;br /&gt;To inspire with foolish and unreasoning love,&lt;br /&gt;Or attraction.&lt;br /&gt;Hate,&lt;br /&gt;Detest.&lt;br /&gt;To dislike,&lt;br /&gt;Hatred,&lt;br /&gt;An object of hatred.&lt;br /&gt;All somewhat related.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Are they?&lt;br /&gt;Are they really?&lt;br /&gt;How do I love thee,&lt;br /&gt;Let me count the ways,&lt;br /&gt;And run out of fingers and toes,&lt;br /&gt;Words,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, them too.&lt;br /&gt;No words to describe this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings?&lt;br /&gt;Is it plural,&lt;br /&gt;More than one?&lt;br /&gt;God is love?&lt;br /&gt;God is love!&lt;br /&gt;If God is love,&lt;br /&gt;Them I’m love,&lt;br /&gt;Part of the body.&lt;br /&gt;Or am I?&lt;br /&gt;Soldier of love?&lt;br /&gt;Love?&lt;br /&gt;Soldier of God?&lt;br /&gt;Soldier of the Lord?&lt;br /&gt;Soldier,&lt;br /&gt;One who serves in an army,&lt;br /&gt;And enlisted person as distinguished from an officer.&lt;br /&gt;Soldier?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I am,&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;Serve?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Serve in the army of the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Army of love,&lt;br /&gt;Serve in the body,&lt;br /&gt;Body of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Affection for you.&lt;br /&gt;Fondness,&lt;br /&gt;For you.&lt;br /&gt;Related?&lt;br /&gt;Yes,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Caring,&lt;br /&gt;To be concerned,&lt;br /&gt;Or interested.&lt;br /&gt;Without doubts.&lt;br /&gt;Not one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-3243856307918068862?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3243856307918068862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=3243856307918068862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/3243856307918068862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/3243856307918068862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/concerned.html' title='Concerned'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-950544412141456285</id><published>2009-06-24T17:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:04:05.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain Inside</title><content type='html'>It hurts me so,&lt;br /&gt;To find that others are attracted to you.&lt;br /&gt;I know you flirt,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop that,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to stop that,&lt;br /&gt;I love that in you.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop it,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;It’s you,&lt;br /&gt;It’s part of you,&lt;br /&gt;It’s your persona!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know why it bothers me,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of insecurity,&lt;br /&gt;Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;Probably.&lt;br /&gt;Most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity always overcomes thee,&lt;br /&gt;Whether from within,&lt;br /&gt;Or without.&lt;br /&gt;Do I take your love for granted?&lt;br /&gt;That,&lt;br /&gt;That is the question.&lt;br /&gt;Does a rose always work?&lt;br /&gt;Does it explain all?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that I care?&lt;br /&gt;Worriness.&lt;br /&gt;No one compares to you!&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;No one compares to you!&lt;br /&gt;Your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful brown eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Lips out of this world,&lt;br /&gt;Voluptuous,&lt;br /&gt;Smoooooth legs,&lt;br /&gt;Hands that a lady should have,&lt;br /&gt;Long, soft, gorgeous hair,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss that hypnotizes,&lt;br /&gt;To a putty.&lt;br /&gt;What am I not fulfilling?&lt;br /&gt;Anything I can do for,&lt;br /&gt;Or to you?&lt;br /&gt;I know I don’t have to,&lt;br /&gt;But, I would give up everything,&lt;br /&gt;I mean EVERYTHING,&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;For eternity.&lt;br /&gt;You are always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;The love we share was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t see myself,&lt;br /&gt;With no one else but you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were home.&lt;br /&gt;So many night,&lt;br /&gt;I long to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;So many nights,&lt;br /&gt;I lay here all alone,&lt;br /&gt;And, how bad, I wanted to call you on the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go a day,&lt;br /&gt;Without you on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I need to dry my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Erase my doubts,&lt;br /&gt;And take it all in time.&lt;br /&gt;I think about you some more.&lt;br /&gt;I see your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Something in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;That tells me,&lt;br /&gt;To calm down.&lt;br /&gt;I feel in love on a very special day.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe,&lt;br /&gt;We both looked at the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I’d fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;Not with you,&lt;br /&gt;Not anybody.&lt;br /&gt;You know everything about me,&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you better,&lt;br /&gt;Want to know your deepest darkest secret,&lt;br /&gt;You know mine,&lt;br /&gt;Want to know your fantasies,&lt;br /&gt;So I can fulfill them,&lt;br /&gt;Make them come true.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know,&lt;br /&gt;That I’ll be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need me,&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is call me,&lt;br /&gt;Call my name.&lt;br /&gt;It’s true,&lt;br /&gt;Only for you.&lt;br /&gt;Only for you.&lt;br /&gt;Just for you.&lt;br /&gt;So many things scatter through my head,&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I’m writing my own head,&lt;br /&gt;Full of music,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not.&lt;br /&gt;Why does the world come down on me?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve only done what I’ve been told,&lt;br /&gt;What’s wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always get the wrong end of the stick?&lt;br /&gt;Why me?&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of all the garbage,&lt;br /&gt;So tired,&lt;br /&gt;So sick and tired,&lt;br /&gt;Of everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I mean everyone!&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;Why does life punish some?&lt;br /&gt;I error,&lt;br /&gt;I’m only human.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Go on, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Go on.&lt;br /&gt;Just go on.&lt;br /&gt;Move on and go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-950544412141456285?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/950544412141456285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=950544412141456285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/950544412141456285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/950544412141456285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/pain-inside.html' title='The Pain Inside'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-518314150198109304</id><published>2009-06-24T17:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:03:48.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>One word,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like to hear,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t like to say.&lt;br /&gt;Hate it,&lt;br /&gt;Despise it,&lt;br /&gt;Try to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t just say it,&lt;br /&gt;Avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve left twice,&lt;br /&gt;More yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always hated the word.&lt;br /&gt;Always try to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather say “See ya later”&lt;br /&gt;Than say that horrid word.&lt;br /&gt;I have more fear,&lt;br /&gt;In one word,&lt;br /&gt;That word,&lt;br /&gt;Than anything in life.&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;What is it about that word?&lt;br /&gt;I have never liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do!&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know something,&lt;br /&gt;This one thing is true,&lt;br /&gt;It’s straight from my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Mind,&lt;br /&gt;Body,&lt;br /&gt;And soul,&lt;br /&gt;My whole being.&lt;br /&gt;I know I say “I Love You”&lt;br /&gt;Over again.&lt;br /&gt;It just does not describe feelings I have.&lt;br /&gt;I love you now,&lt;br /&gt;And more than I have ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;Ever!!&lt;br /&gt;Ever!&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;br /&gt;Ever...&lt;br /&gt;I just,&lt;br /&gt;Plain and simple,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to say that word,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to ever,&lt;br /&gt;Lose you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I love the things you do.&lt;br /&gt;I love your beautiful smile,&lt;br /&gt;I miss the smile just the same.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-518314150198109304?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/518314150198109304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=518314150198109304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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you have all going on,&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could help,&lt;br /&gt;I know how it is,&lt;br /&gt;I am experiencing the same here.&lt;br /&gt;One hint,&lt;br /&gt;Try to relax,&lt;br /&gt;Not stress.&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard,&lt;br /&gt;I know,&lt;br /&gt;You know,&lt;br /&gt;We all know.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do,&lt;br /&gt;Lord is watching,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what,&lt;br /&gt;He’s there,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;You want from me,&lt;br /&gt;You know,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head up.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Things are not as bad as they always seem.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Coming from home,&lt;br /&gt;Coming from everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Would you let me dress you,&lt;br /&gt;In comfort,&lt;br /&gt;Not stress,&lt;br /&gt;Not confusion.&lt;br /&gt;Through all,&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head up.&lt;br /&gt;Got mine up.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just fine.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of comfortness.&lt;br /&gt;Time, time, time,&lt;br /&gt;To relax.&lt;br /&gt;Did my best,&lt;br /&gt;And did my best,&lt;br /&gt;I did perfect.&lt;br /&gt;No helplessness here,&lt;br /&gt;Go away, go away,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t come back, any day.&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget,&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I’m here for you,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you need,&lt;br /&gt;I will provide.&lt;br /&gt;So, keep your head up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-5524106761540064835?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5524106761540064835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=5524106761540064835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/5524106761540064835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/5524106761540064835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/keep-your-head-up.html' title='Keep Your Head Up'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-7110016436584542183</id><published>2009-06-24T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:03:06.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross In Hand</title><content type='html'>Regret I felt before,&lt;br /&gt;Is non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;The ring finally in hand,&lt;br /&gt;Worth all,&lt;br /&gt;Holds our future.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t explain in words,&lt;br /&gt;Or by actions,&lt;br /&gt;How I feel,&lt;br /&gt;How I truly feel.&lt;br /&gt;Anniversary comes,&lt;br /&gt;‘Twas the best night of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;br /&gt;With the cross at hand,&lt;br /&gt;Both at hand,&lt;br /&gt;I plead for mercifulness.&lt;br /&gt;Worry crosses my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Did you arrive safe today?&lt;br /&gt;Vaguely remembering a dream,&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Actually a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t love me?&lt;br /&gt;What?!&lt;br /&gt;Are you crazy?!&lt;br /&gt;As I speak,&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly awake,&lt;br /&gt;In my comfort, on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;In tears or near,&lt;br /&gt;Or near.&lt;br /&gt;Later I called,&lt;br /&gt;You said , “Yes, I still love you”&lt;br /&gt;“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;I fully explained.&lt;br /&gt;Again wondering,&lt;br /&gt;Mind that is,&lt;br /&gt;You explained change,&lt;br /&gt;But, not understanding,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Clearly stated,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I understand,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do!&lt;br /&gt;I’d seen,&lt;br /&gt;Not the same person in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;Or though it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt your presence,&lt;br /&gt;It was you,&lt;br /&gt;No change.&lt;br /&gt;Felt you back.&lt;br /&gt;The cross still at hand.&lt;br /&gt;Both at hand.&lt;br /&gt;Not a tear in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Just many.&lt;br /&gt;See,&lt;br /&gt;Look,&lt;br /&gt;It’s the Rosary,&lt;br /&gt;The one you gave,&lt;br /&gt;It’s sitting over there.&lt;br /&gt;My time of glory is near,&lt;br /&gt;I need to concentrate,&lt;br /&gt;On my work, studies,&lt;br /&gt;I have unfortunately built myself for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;My last seven grades have been 5;&lt;br /&gt;If I get anything less,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to be so perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Why perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I try to be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know my goal will never succeed?&lt;br /&gt;Humbleness is not a choice,&lt;br /&gt;Only perfection.&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving,&lt;br /&gt;Not me,&lt;br /&gt;Yours to be,&lt;br /&gt;But you,&lt;br /&gt;Was not easier,&lt;br /&gt;But harder,&lt;br /&gt;Without those awful tears.&lt;br /&gt;But I know it’s better this way.&lt;br /&gt;For me and my work,&lt;br /&gt;And you for your work.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we would get any work done?&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;My big project is almost done.&lt;br /&gt;After that,&lt;br /&gt;Kick back time.&lt;br /&gt;Perfection is a joke.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been perfect at or about school,&lt;br /&gt;I finally have something to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the lighter for good.&lt;br /&gt;Never again.&lt;br /&gt;You were the reason the first time,&lt;br /&gt;You’re the reason now.&lt;br /&gt;You’re the doorway to my reason.&lt;br /&gt;As you tell my excuse.&lt;br /&gt;You were right,&lt;br /&gt;I am smart,&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to leave the school,&lt;br /&gt;With one of the highest grades ever.&lt;br /&gt;Boy,&lt;br /&gt;That feels good.&lt;br /&gt;I in my work,&lt;br /&gt;And you,&lt;br /&gt;Gave me confidence,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let’s not forget Chris Murphy,&lt;br /&gt;Who scored higher than I will,&lt;br /&gt;But he is my goal,&lt;br /&gt;Idol,&lt;br /&gt;In a sense.&lt;br /&gt;Cross in hand.&lt;br /&gt;Both in hand.&lt;br /&gt;I need them,&lt;br /&gt;Both of them.&lt;br /&gt;Cross in hand.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them in hand.&lt;br /&gt;I need it,&lt;br /&gt;I need them.&lt;br /&gt;Mind on you, always.&lt;br /&gt;Cross in hand.&lt;br /&gt;Both in hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-7110016436584542183?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-8801661839633105757</id><published>2009-06-16T18:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:53:57.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduate Message 95</title><content type='html'>Let me give you a little history before this one.  I went to radio broadcast school, where I graduated with flying colors.  I was commended on being one of the only students to pass with almost perfect scores in everything.  I was very dedicated to this school.  I graduated in 1995.  As as graduate, you got to write something on the wall (literally).  If could be anything not offensive with most giving words of wisdom.  Instead of that, I wrote a poem that contained names or nicknames of everyone I hung out with and did shows with at the school.  There were also some inside jokes in it, so you may not really understand it.  At the time, I could have told you..since I have forgotten much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first came here,&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I knew.&lt;br /&gt;My mind a sphere,&lt;br /&gt;And, boy, it sure grew.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be on top,&lt;br /&gt;So I looked up to pop,&lt;br /&gt;Chris Murphy that is,&lt;br /&gt;One thing he told me,&lt;br /&gt;That this is a biz.&lt;br /&gt;No room for a joke,&lt;br /&gt;No room for the sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Just talk to Isaac Adams&lt;br /&gt;Call him Da Madness.&lt;br /&gt;Our music is cool,&lt;br /&gt;We should be the director,&lt;br /&gt;Sean Lynch is the fool,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be the corrector,&lt;br /&gt;If he starts his dictatorship again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Murder was the case that they gave Rossi Dan,&lt;br /&gt;You know why,&lt;br /&gt;Cause he killed Da Man.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Wilcox quit touching my hat,&lt;br /&gt;Before I get my gat,&lt;br /&gt;And go rat-tat-tat-tat.&lt;br /&gt;Joe Sickly Muther Father,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t even bother.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t choose,&lt;br /&gt;Just stick with the news.&lt;br /&gt;Dan the Mancub,&lt;br /&gt;It is true,&lt;br /&gt;The Suns rule,&lt;br /&gt;All, Except the NBA,&lt;br /&gt;The way they play,&lt;br /&gt;This year.&lt;br /&gt;M.J. Millet,&lt;br /&gt;Get off the skillet,&lt;br /&gt;Go get me a sub,&lt;br /&gt;And use your real name Scott Weston.&lt;br /&gt;You’re impressing,&lt;br /&gt;The hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of blah or of blah,&lt;br /&gt;Keep your voice, don’t go soft.&lt;br /&gt;Terry is Joe,&lt;br /&gt;Joe is Terry,&lt;br /&gt;Terry is no way as good as our Kerry.&lt;br /&gt;The man is bad to the bone,&lt;br /&gt;So leave now, just go home,&lt;br /&gt;While Spanky and Tom answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Bill Chapman, D-pants-ed,&lt;br /&gt;What need I say?&lt;br /&gt;Side show Bob, Bogart the mic,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know news, take a hike,&lt;br /&gt;But he nose,&lt;br /&gt;So he rose.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Voice, Russ Walton had to go,&lt;br /&gt;I knew he would never blow.&lt;br /&gt;Alison, thank you for those Vocal Coaching Classes,&lt;br /&gt;Better keep wearing those real thick, big glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Steve Trella, hey fella,&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the confidence I needed&lt;br /&gt;And pleaded,&lt;br /&gt;For.&lt;br /&gt;Joy, the lady, had a baby,&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;Ken Brown is in town,&lt;br /&gt;Around, and might be a bore,&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go on break, can we have four?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 5th, 1995, live,&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m ready to jive,&lt;br /&gt;And leave this joint, get the point?&lt;br /&gt;1-2-3 and to the 4&lt;br /&gt;Charlie is here, and Freddie Smooth is out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that I missed, or I didn’t mention,&lt;br /&gt;I did so with grave intentions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-8801661839633105757?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8801661839633105757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=8801661839633105757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8801661839633105757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8801661839633105757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduate-message-95.html' title='Graduate Message 95'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' 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here,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give up all&lt;br /&gt;If I could see two spheres&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;The spheres of beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Which see all.&lt;br /&gt;I want just two,&lt;br /&gt;One to call&lt;br /&gt;That someone special,&lt;br /&gt;That someone bright.&lt;br /&gt;As I wish as I may and as I might.&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone here,&lt;br /&gt;Next to me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;You already have all,&lt;br /&gt;With the ring in hand.&lt;br /&gt;Can I give you a call,&lt;br /&gt;With one last stand?&lt;br /&gt;With this rose I thee wed,&lt;br /&gt;That through wedlock,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t hit the bed,&lt;br /&gt;Too hard at least,&lt;br /&gt;So I see red.&lt;br /&gt;For rich or for poor,&lt;br /&gt;In sick or in health,&lt;br /&gt;Please be my wife.&lt;br /&gt;It shall be a good thing,&lt;br /&gt;To make us both happy.&lt;br /&gt;And me, feel like a King.&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my Queen?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my Juliet?&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your King?&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your Romeo?&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your Love Master?&lt;br /&gt;To them as they know me though.&lt;br /&gt;In the last year I have learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was a man,&lt;br /&gt;And found out I’m a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;Someday we’ll be rich and you’ll get to see my house.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously,&lt;br /&gt;I only want one thing to stand out,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;Even if I pout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-3352408580563499474?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3352408580563499474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=3352408580563499474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/3352408580563499474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/3352408580563499474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/prayer-from-above.html' title='A Prayer From Above'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-7751678989532752238</id><published>2009-06-16T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:44:36.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Love</title><content type='html'>I have lived,&lt;br /&gt;Lived a long and dangerous life,&lt;br /&gt;I have the scar to prove it,&lt;br /&gt;Stupid,&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;If I were to die,&lt;br /&gt;this second,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say,&lt;br /&gt;I’d regret my life,&lt;br /&gt;It’s mine,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was dangerous,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was stupid,&lt;br /&gt;But it is mine.&lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky I’m still alive,&lt;br /&gt;To talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I’d regret,&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to officially let go,&lt;br /&gt;To say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;To say I love you,&lt;br /&gt;One last time.&lt;br /&gt;Poetry is the only way,&lt;br /&gt;To express myself.&lt;br /&gt;I live only day to day,&lt;br /&gt;Even though it doesn’t show.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday,&lt;br /&gt;I’m thankful that some fool hasn’t smoked me,&lt;br /&gt;If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t even gotten married,&lt;br /&gt;I want to share my love,&lt;br /&gt;And show you how much love I have for you.&lt;br /&gt;No child,&lt;br /&gt;No children to carry on my name,&lt;br /&gt;To make it easy in life.&lt;br /&gt;To have a better life than I.&lt;br /&gt;To be smarter than I.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid of much,&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t backed down from a lot of situations,&lt;br /&gt;It was stupid,&lt;br /&gt;I’m still stupid, in that way.&lt;br /&gt;If anything were to happen to me,&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all,&lt;br /&gt;Go on with your life,&lt;br /&gt;I’m watching over you,&lt;br /&gt;One thing I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;Is how much I care,&lt;br /&gt;How much I adore,&lt;br /&gt;How much I know,&lt;br /&gt;How much I tell,&lt;br /&gt;How I feel about,&lt;br /&gt;Just how much I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Now and always!&lt;br /&gt;Time,&lt;br /&gt;Yet goes faster,&lt;br /&gt;I think about the time we shared together,&lt;br /&gt;I get choked up,&lt;br /&gt;Over half the time,&lt;br /&gt;Passed,&lt;br /&gt;Gone,&lt;br /&gt;History,&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Clear my throat,&lt;br /&gt;Think about what we’ve done,&lt;br /&gt;Think about what we’re going to do,&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you,&lt;br /&gt;Although I do,&lt;br /&gt;Just not in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;I said it before,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll say it again,&lt;br /&gt;And again,&lt;br /&gt;And again,&lt;br /&gt;And again.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much,&lt;br /&gt;I would never do it again.&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t,&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much.&lt;br /&gt;I would be in sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t do it to you,&lt;br /&gt;I care too much about you.&lt;br /&gt;You’re always on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a miracle I haven’t&lt;br /&gt;Gone out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I’m here for you,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever,&lt;br /&gt;Ever,&lt;br /&gt;Forget that!&lt;br /&gt;I must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I go to bed every night,&lt;br /&gt;And hold my pillow tight.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of holding your hands,&lt;br /&gt;Laying next to you,&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you,&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Kissing you,&lt;br /&gt;Putty,&lt;br /&gt;Melting in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;God,&lt;br /&gt;Put you here,&lt;br /&gt;In my life,&lt;br /&gt;And me in yours.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I’m with you,&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if it’s a first date.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;It never gets boring.&lt;br /&gt;Just being in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Or you in mine,&lt;br /&gt;Is so relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so comfortable around you.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you anything.&lt;br /&gt;If what they say is correct,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll treat her like you treat your mom,&lt;br /&gt;Then not only are you my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;I’d do anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Than with anybody else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I adore you,&lt;br /&gt;I care about you,&lt;br /&gt;I understand you,&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you anything,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend the rest of my life with you,&lt;br /&gt;I Love You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-7751678989532752238?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7751678989532752238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=7751678989532752238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/7751678989532752238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/7751678989532752238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-love.html' title='To My Love'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-8685423337102549095</id><published>2009-06-16T18:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:44:09.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashbacks of Joy</title><content type='html'>Time to go to a place that gave,&lt;br /&gt;Gave me so many memories,&lt;br /&gt;Visiting your parents,&lt;br /&gt;It was fun,&lt;br /&gt;Then Ron came over.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was great,&lt;br /&gt;Conversation fine,&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to the bathroom,&lt;br /&gt;To blow my nose,&lt;br /&gt;What else is new,&lt;br /&gt;I saw your door,&lt;br /&gt;No big thing.&lt;br /&gt;On my way out,&lt;br /&gt;I looked at your door,&lt;br /&gt;Stopped,&lt;br /&gt;Looked at the name tag,&lt;br /&gt;Paused,&lt;br /&gt;Almost to wait,&lt;br /&gt;Wait for you to come out.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go in and find you,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on your bed,&lt;br /&gt;Talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to wait for a couple of minutes,&lt;br /&gt;Timeless,&lt;br /&gt;Not realizing your at college.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what day it was.&lt;br /&gt;The waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the bathroom,&lt;br /&gt;Staring at your bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like an eternity,&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime in itself,&lt;br /&gt;Staring,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Staring,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Staring,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Seem to go on forever,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know how bad I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know how hard it is.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like I was dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;Felt like I was in some movie,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody came out,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I snapped back to reality,&lt;br /&gt;Almost broke up,&lt;br /&gt;In 1000 tears,&lt;br /&gt;Sat back at the table,&lt;br /&gt;Went on through the night,&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard without you here,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the same,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know how bad I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know how hard it is.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a bad dream,&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a movie,&lt;br /&gt;Driving home,&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks,&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the last time I’d driven home at night,&lt;br /&gt;From your house.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the last night I was with you,&lt;br /&gt;I kept looking in the passengers seat,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to see you,&lt;br /&gt;Picturing how you used to lay on the seat.&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to break down,&lt;br /&gt;But doing no good,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know how bad I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know how hard it is,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a bad dream,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a movie,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made it this far,&lt;br /&gt;This long,&lt;br /&gt;Not too long,&lt;br /&gt;Not too long,&lt;br /&gt;Think about you secondly,&lt;br /&gt;more than daily,&lt;br /&gt;More than hourly,&lt;br /&gt;More than minutely,&lt;br /&gt;All the time,&lt;br /&gt;All the time,&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-8685423337102549095?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8685423337102549095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=8685423337102549095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8685423337102549095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8685423337102549095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/flashbacks-of-joy.html' title='Flashbacks of Joy'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-8062418831668311487</id><published>2009-06-16T18:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:43:47.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Happiness is sharing,&lt;br /&gt;In everything I own,&lt;br /&gt;Have,&lt;br /&gt;It may bring others happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness in caring,&lt;br /&gt;For others,&lt;br /&gt;Who need,&lt;br /&gt;Hope,&lt;br /&gt;That I may give,&lt;br /&gt;In love,&lt;br /&gt;In words,&lt;br /&gt;In deeds,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is knowing,&lt;br /&gt;My day is over,&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;I try to bring happiness to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Many friends I have,&lt;br /&gt;Who are kind?&lt;br /&gt;Have gifts,&lt;br /&gt;And give,&lt;br /&gt;Never selfish,&lt;br /&gt;Never greedy,&lt;br /&gt;Never sparing loving care,&lt;br /&gt;Always sharing,&lt;br /&gt;Fortunes,&lt;br /&gt;Prayers,&lt;br /&gt;Always busy,&lt;br /&gt;Helping others,&lt;br /&gt;Forever kindness,&lt;br /&gt;None rich,&lt;br /&gt;Or too wise,&lt;br /&gt;Only humble.&lt;br /&gt;We can always find love,&lt;br /&gt;With what we share,&lt;br /&gt;We all show it in different ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-8062418831668311487?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8062418831668311487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=8062418831668311487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8062418831668311487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8062418831668311487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-7280963458828609283</id><published>2009-06-16T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:43:31.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Change</title><content type='html'>You’ve been away for quite some time,&lt;br /&gt;Something you should know,&lt;br /&gt;You’re always on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Dry your tears,&lt;br /&gt;Erase your doubts,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be home soon,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;And make sweet love to you,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you give up on me,&lt;br /&gt;The love we share was meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t see myself with no one else,&lt;br /&gt;But you,&lt;br /&gt;So many nights,&lt;br /&gt;I long to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about all the times I’ve told you,&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one for me,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on,&lt;br /&gt;So many nights I lay here all alone,&lt;br /&gt;And I want to call all the time,&lt;br /&gt;On the phone,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go one day without you on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Since we’ve been apart,&lt;br /&gt;Things don’t seem the same,&lt;br /&gt;No one compares to you,&lt;br /&gt;My convictions at heart,&lt;br /&gt;Knows what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been so afraid,&lt;br /&gt;That love is just a dream,&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and you’re gone,&lt;br /&gt;Never been here,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve helped me,&lt;br /&gt;Broken shyness,&lt;br /&gt;Because of being so shy,&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was going to be alone,&lt;br /&gt;For life,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not,&lt;br /&gt;Did believe in love,&lt;br /&gt;Not that way,&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t think I’d ever be,&lt;br /&gt;Ever fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;Cause of you,&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love,&lt;br /&gt;It’s said,&lt;br /&gt;Or thought,&lt;br /&gt;If I say,&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything for you,&lt;br /&gt;To anybody,&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it demeaning to my own persona?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all,&lt;br /&gt;When it’s true love,&lt;br /&gt;No rules apply,&lt;br /&gt;You think you know it,&lt;br /&gt;You’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Speak the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Trust and let go,&lt;br /&gt;Then you know it’s true love,&lt;br /&gt;Believe me,&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;Do anything for you,&lt;br /&gt;I mean it,&lt;br /&gt;Truly,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make your body scream,&lt;br /&gt;Then you’ll know just what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Like to brag and boast,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve made my dreams reality.&lt;br /&gt;Won’t make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;When you get back,&lt;br /&gt;Let me kiss you down,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make you lose control,&lt;br /&gt;Putty in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;It’s been so long,&lt;br /&gt;Since you’ve woken up next to me,&lt;br /&gt;Wake up every morning,&lt;br /&gt;Reach to pull you closer,&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing but the pillow,&lt;br /&gt;I call you,&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear your voice,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait until you get home,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll spend some time alone,&lt;br /&gt;All my days are lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were around,&lt;br /&gt;Want to feel your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Just hold your body tight,&lt;br /&gt;Next to me,&lt;br /&gt;As I watch the rain fall,&lt;br /&gt;Keep thinking of all the love we share,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait until the moment comes,&lt;br /&gt;When we’re in each other’s arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-7280963458828609283?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7280963458828609283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=7280963458828609283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/7280963458828609283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/7280963458828609283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/inner-change.html' title='Inner Change'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-6981259844569129169</id><published>2009-06-16T18:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:43:11.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time After</title><content type='html'>The more time goes by,&lt;br /&gt;The closer it gets,&lt;br /&gt;The worse I feel,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to drown it,&lt;br /&gt;You ask what it is,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Drown it,&lt;br /&gt;By drinking,&lt;br /&gt;It only made it worse,&lt;br /&gt;I felt so much worse,&lt;br /&gt;Sobered up,&lt;br /&gt;All within 7 hours,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back,&lt;br /&gt;About prom,&lt;br /&gt;A tear runs down my face,&lt;br /&gt;Look through the pictures,&lt;br /&gt;Me in my tux,&lt;br /&gt;You in your dress,&lt;br /&gt;Both looked great,&lt;br /&gt;Especially you,&lt;br /&gt;Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;The only word needed to describe,&lt;br /&gt;Hear the noise from the restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;Smell the food,&lt;br /&gt;Saw the wave,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering back,&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at your house,&lt;br /&gt;Not letting me in,&lt;br /&gt;Well worth the wait,&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation,&lt;br /&gt;Nervousness,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the drive to the prom,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good,&lt;br /&gt;The jokes,&lt;br /&gt;The photographs,&lt;br /&gt;Head held high,&lt;br /&gt;Big head,&lt;br /&gt;You were with me,&lt;br /&gt;It made me feel good,&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear the songs,&lt;br /&gt;Never forget dancing,&lt;br /&gt;Walking,&lt;br /&gt;Talking,&lt;br /&gt;Always remembered the last song,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying you,&lt;br /&gt;The house after,&lt;br /&gt;Taking you home,&lt;br /&gt;The drive,&lt;br /&gt;The kiss goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that there would never be,&lt;br /&gt;Another tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Never forget,&lt;br /&gt;Just being with you,&lt;br /&gt;Loving you more than just one night,&lt;br /&gt;Loving you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-6981259844569129169?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6981259844569129169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=6981259844569129169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/6981259844569129169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/6981259844569129169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-after.html' title='The Time After'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-9129495167841491004</id><published>2009-06-16T18:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:42:55.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Season</title><content type='html'>Halloween is getting close,&lt;br /&gt;The weather is changing,&lt;br /&gt;It feels different,&lt;br /&gt;Different than the rest of the year,&lt;br /&gt;Soon Thanksgiving will be here,&lt;br /&gt;The holiday season moves closer,&lt;br /&gt;The wind will start to whip up,&lt;br /&gt;The holiday season,&lt;br /&gt;Is the best that can be offered,&lt;br /&gt;Ever,&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the peace,&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the love,&lt;br /&gt;They are both coming,&lt;br /&gt;Feel them in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Smell that wintry air,&lt;br /&gt;Your family,&lt;br /&gt;Your friends,&lt;br /&gt;Your loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;No grudges,&lt;br /&gt;All will be healed,&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough,&lt;br /&gt;The love will be shared,&lt;br /&gt;Giving not receiving,&lt;br /&gt;To give,&lt;br /&gt;Is the greatest feeling of all,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you made someone’s day,&lt;br /&gt;That you made someone happy,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it’s the smallest of things,&lt;br /&gt;The holiday season won’t last long,&lt;br /&gt;But it is good,&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be back soon,&lt;br /&gt;God made this possible,&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for all that he has given me,&lt;br /&gt;He added the best memory to my holiday season,&lt;br /&gt;All season,&lt;br /&gt;Midnight mass,&lt;br /&gt;After mass,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas night,&lt;br /&gt;Four days later,&lt;br /&gt;He put someone special in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to him,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to him,&lt;br /&gt;The holiday season will always be a trip to the past,&lt;br /&gt;Along with a great time of year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-9129495167841491004?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/9129495167841491004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=9129495167841491004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/9129495167841491004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/9129495167841491004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday-season.html' title='Holiday Season'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-6239663663206017538</id><published>2009-06-16T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:42:27.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can’t Go Back</title><content type='html'>One month,&lt;br /&gt;One week,&lt;br /&gt;Eight months,&lt;br /&gt;Nine months,&lt;br /&gt;Ten month,&lt;br /&gt;Eleven months,&lt;br /&gt;Before long,&lt;br /&gt;One year,&lt;br /&gt;Together,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait,&lt;br /&gt;Time is my enemy,&lt;br /&gt;But why,&lt;br /&gt;It really isn’t,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like it,&lt;br /&gt;Look where it got me,&lt;br /&gt;Time,&lt;br /&gt;Gave me,&lt;br /&gt;It gave me all,&lt;br /&gt;Gave me everything I could ever want,&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;A lasting relationship,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;Brought you to me,&lt;br /&gt;One year,&lt;br /&gt;Flirtatious,&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;Yup!&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Have too much,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to,&lt;br /&gt;Straight up menace,&lt;br /&gt;That’s me,&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I was,&lt;br /&gt;You know my past,&lt;br /&gt;Except for one,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows that,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows my past,&lt;br /&gt;Except Cookie,&lt;br /&gt;One,&lt;br /&gt;No one knows it,&lt;br /&gt;Not even you,&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed,&lt;br /&gt;The past is my guide,&lt;br /&gt;To the future,&lt;br /&gt;What not to do,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Every minute,&lt;br /&gt;Every second,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Have too much,&lt;br /&gt;Have too much to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;Not later,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;You should be with me right now,&lt;br /&gt;Time is fast,&lt;br /&gt;Time is slow,&lt;br /&gt;Days and weeks are past,&lt;br /&gt;Months are slow,&lt;br /&gt;Make me want the past,&lt;br /&gt;Want to go back,&lt;br /&gt;To our beginning,&lt;br /&gt;To do it all,&lt;br /&gt;To do it over,&lt;br /&gt;Over,&lt;br /&gt;Over,&lt;br /&gt;Over,&lt;br /&gt;Over,&lt;br /&gt;Over,&lt;br /&gt;And over,&lt;br /&gt;And over again,&lt;br /&gt;I loved it,&lt;br /&gt;I loved to pop the question,&lt;br /&gt;Would do it a million more times,&lt;br /&gt;If it was just as fun,&lt;br /&gt;I respect you,&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I love what you’re doing,&lt;br /&gt;Smart,&lt;br /&gt;Very smart,&lt;br /&gt;Smarter than I,&lt;br /&gt;I was never that smart,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Got too much,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna,&lt;br /&gt;Not now&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;Just not now,&lt;br /&gt;Won’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;Not now.&lt;br /&gt;I see the hands of time,&lt;br /&gt;Ticking by me every day,&lt;br /&gt;While I feel your love,&lt;br /&gt;Slipping away,&lt;br /&gt;But if you fall,&lt;br /&gt;I’m there to catch you,&lt;br /&gt;How deep,&lt;br /&gt;Just how deep,&lt;br /&gt;Is your love,&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing,&lt;br /&gt;To go an extra mile,&lt;br /&gt;You were my savior,&lt;br /&gt;And got me out of deepest darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Got too much,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Won’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;Not ever,&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;Look through my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;At the world,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see your face,&lt;br /&gt;Walking hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;Through the sands of time,&lt;br /&gt;As I peer into the past,&lt;br /&gt;Foreign steps are scary,&lt;br /&gt;Watching what is now,&lt;br /&gt;And what is then,&lt;br /&gt;There’s a fork in the road,&lt;br /&gt;Of the future of your life,&lt;br /&gt;Of the future of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Which road shall we take?&lt;br /&gt;Separate,&lt;br /&gt;Or together,&lt;br /&gt;Past and present,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Won’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t,&lt;br /&gt;Too much,&lt;br /&gt;Not ever,&lt;br /&gt;Not ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-6239663663206017538?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6239663663206017538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=6239663663206017538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/6239663663206017538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/6239663663206017538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-go-back.html' title='Can’t Go Back'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-1735232055059415743</id><published>2009-06-16T18:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:42:00.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For You</title><content type='html'>Too many ways to say 3 words,&lt;br /&gt;Too many ways to say how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Too many ways to say what we have,&lt;br /&gt;Too many ways to explain you,&lt;br /&gt;You’re too good for me,&lt;br /&gt;Every night I get down on my knees and pray,&lt;br /&gt;That I have you to love,&lt;br /&gt;And to love me back,&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is so easy for me,&lt;br /&gt;It’s like saying my A-B-C’s,&lt;br /&gt;Or counting 1-10,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I’d rather do,&lt;br /&gt;Then spend every moment with you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your teddy bear,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the need to love you all night long.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to lose you,&lt;br /&gt;I send my prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Before I sleep at night,&lt;br /&gt;So you’ll be all right,&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;Know what I’m going to do,&lt;br /&gt;Just as soon as I’m back with you.&lt;br /&gt;Over mountains,&lt;br /&gt;Over trees,&lt;br /&gt;Over water,&lt;br /&gt;Across the desert,&lt;br /&gt;In the whisper of the wind,&lt;br /&gt;On the smile of all your friends,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be right there,&lt;br /&gt;I’d give anything,&lt;br /&gt;Or give up everything to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Think of me,&lt;br /&gt;I’m right there,&lt;br /&gt;I’m on your side,&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of miles,&lt;br /&gt;Travel,&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;A helpful hint,&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Please, keep your head up,&lt;br /&gt;One more,&lt;br /&gt;Just one more day without,&lt;br /&gt;Another day without you,&lt;br /&gt;When your here,&lt;br /&gt;I breathe a little faster,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to have to make it through&lt;br /&gt;The day without you,&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to hold onto something good,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t hold on to never,&lt;br /&gt;Not strong enough,&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you stay forever?&lt;br /&gt;I still want to hold you close,&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where you belong,&lt;br /&gt;Right here in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;Misery,&lt;br /&gt;Agony,&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;Come back home,&lt;br /&gt;To me,&lt;br /&gt;I’d get on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;Please,&lt;br /&gt;Only thing I need,&lt;br /&gt;Is you,&lt;br /&gt;Com back home,&lt;br /&gt;Here in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;You have given me,&lt;br /&gt;The best of you,&lt;br /&gt;And made my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought love would be so good,&lt;br /&gt;To me,&lt;br /&gt;Until you came,&lt;br /&gt;I treasure every second I spend with you,&lt;br /&gt;No one does the things you do,&lt;br /&gt;No one loves me like you do,&lt;br /&gt;Do you need a friend?&lt;br /&gt;If you get lost,&lt;br /&gt;Call me,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be there.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t read the future,&lt;br /&gt;But I wish I could,&lt;br /&gt;Want to know if I’ll be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Cause,&lt;br /&gt;I do,&lt;br /&gt;Want,&lt;br /&gt;Want to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Not just the near future,&lt;br /&gt;For life,&lt;br /&gt;Want to be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;When you fall,&lt;br /&gt;Want to be there,&lt;br /&gt;When you cry,&lt;br /&gt;To comfort you,&lt;br /&gt;Want to be there,&lt;br /&gt;When you laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Want to be there,&lt;br /&gt;When no one else,&lt;br /&gt;Want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;When you’re mad,&lt;br /&gt;Want to be there,&lt;br /&gt;Just for you,&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;Only you!&lt;br /&gt;Just want to hold you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one for me,&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you,&lt;br /&gt;Picks me up,&lt;br /&gt;When I get lonely&lt;br /&gt;I’m in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you’re near me,&lt;br /&gt;When I touch you,&lt;br /&gt;When you touch me,&lt;br /&gt;When I hear you,&lt;br /&gt;When you say,&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;It’s all in the hands of fate,&lt;br /&gt;I have a lifetime to share,&lt;br /&gt;But only time will tell,&lt;br /&gt;If it’s meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;I think it is,&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to even ask?&lt;br /&gt;Time and chance,&lt;br /&gt;Will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-1735232055059415743?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1735232055059415743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=1735232055059415743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/1735232055059415743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/1735232055059415743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-you.html' title='For You'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-5013714362985820385</id><published>2009-06-16T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:41:37.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>As the days,&lt;br /&gt;Weeks,&lt;br /&gt;Go by,&lt;br /&gt;It seems to speed by,&lt;br /&gt;As time usually does,&lt;br /&gt;Yet it crawls.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I despise it.&lt;br /&gt;Know I’m not a normal man,&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive,&lt;br /&gt;I knew this.&lt;br /&gt;Feel as if I’m too much so,&lt;br /&gt;Often,&lt;br /&gt;I lose my composer,&lt;br /&gt;I break down,&lt;br /&gt;In tears,&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Missing everything about you,&lt;br /&gt;Humor,&lt;br /&gt;Laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful smile,&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous brown eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Curves,&lt;br /&gt;Touch,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Scent,&lt;br /&gt;Presence.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts,&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop!&lt;br /&gt;Prayer helps,&lt;br /&gt;For very little.&lt;br /&gt;Every weekend without you,&lt;br /&gt;Misses you more.&lt;br /&gt;Time is the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel as half the man,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;Pain,&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop!&lt;br /&gt;Please!&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop!&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day,&lt;br /&gt;The day you come home,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Never let you go,&lt;br /&gt;Miss the Christmas dance,&lt;br /&gt;Miss the North,&lt;br /&gt;Visiting the retreat,&lt;br /&gt;Miss Prom night,&lt;br /&gt;I remember it like it was tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Miss your dress,&lt;br /&gt;Miss the waving octopus,&lt;br /&gt;Miss the pictures,&lt;br /&gt;Miss standing tall,&lt;br /&gt;Cause your with me,&lt;br /&gt;Miss the dinner at my house,&lt;br /&gt;Miss the swimming pool,&lt;br /&gt;At a friends,&lt;br /&gt;Miss the cabin,&lt;br /&gt;The fishing,&lt;br /&gt;The driving,&lt;br /&gt;Walking at Christopher Creek,&lt;br /&gt;The smell of the beef cooking,&lt;br /&gt;Miss the outdoors,&lt;br /&gt;The pictures of scenery with us,&lt;br /&gt;Climbing the cliff,&lt;br /&gt;The dirty truck,&lt;br /&gt;The lakes,&lt;br /&gt;The rain,&lt;br /&gt;Snacks,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know why,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime a day goes by,&lt;br /&gt;I feel more and more,&lt;br /&gt;That I’m losing the most important thing in my life,&lt;br /&gt;That I’m losing you.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know why.&lt;br /&gt;Make it go away,&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop,&lt;br /&gt;Hurting,&lt;br /&gt;Tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop!&lt;br /&gt;I cry myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-5013714362985820385?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5013714362985820385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=5013714362985820385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/5013714362985820385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/5013714362985820385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-3763459870615567633</id><published>2009-06-16T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:40:58.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who?</title><content type='html'>The feeling of helplessness,&lt;br /&gt;Like a child,&lt;br /&gt;When you’re not here.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad,&lt;br /&gt;Then I pray,&lt;br /&gt;I feel good,&lt;br /&gt;I feel great,&lt;br /&gt;Time passes my mind,&lt;br /&gt;It feels as tranquil as&lt;br /&gt;The nothingness of an empty mind.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting as no one else has,&lt;br /&gt;The hold,&lt;br /&gt;Like in the mind of a guilty man,&lt;br /&gt;Grasping onto the memories,&lt;br /&gt;Of a past so joyful,&lt;br /&gt;Trying,&lt;br /&gt;Pray,&lt;br /&gt;To set adrift on memory bliss of you.&lt;br /&gt;Strange how my heart beats,&lt;br /&gt;To find myself upon your shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;Strange how I still feel,&lt;br /&gt;My loss of comfort,&lt;br /&gt;Gone before you.&lt;br /&gt;Ocean waves wash over,&lt;br /&gt;And drift away with dreams of childhood,&lt;br /&gt;So time is stolen.&lt;br /&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;This is where I should be now,&lt;br /&gt;This is inevitably my destiny,&lt;br /&gt;My fate,&lt;br /&gt;Soft blue horizons,&lt;br /&gt;Blue of tranquillity,&lt;br /&gt;Reach far into my adolescence,&lt;br /&gt;As you rise,&lt;br /&gt;To bring me forgotten ways.&lt;br /&gt;I know of a dream,&lt;br /&gt;I should be holding.&lt;br /&gt;I know of a dream,&lt;br /&gt;I am holding.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait the signs to come,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a way.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait the time to come,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a way.&lt;br /&gt;My light is my strength,&lt;br /&gt;My path is to your heart,&lt;br /&gt;My guide is my heart.&lt;br /&gt;who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can warm my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can warm my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can quell my passion.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can quell my fire.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so close to you,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so far away.&lt;br /&gt;And to think,&lt;br /&gt;This wouldn’t last,&lt;br /&gt;Me,&lt;br /&gt;I came close to letting this train pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t cherish the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;The lovely nights would have been tough.&lt;br /&gt;I have her promise,&lt;br /&gt;She’s gonna stay.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost my way,&lt;br /&gt;In the past,&lt;br /&gt;But you seem to understand.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve felt all messed up,&lt;br /&gt;Jumped into my truck,&lt;br /&gt;To clear my mind.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I’m on the road,&lt;br /&gt;Those memories start to come back,&lt;br /&gt;Along comes a song,&lt;br /&gt;There you are again.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you,&lt;br /&gt;Gets me all choked up,&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t stop thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m always lonely in bed,&lt;br /&gt;It never feels right,&lt;br /&gt;I toss,&lt;br /&gt;I turn,&lt;br /&gt;Until morning light.&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought,&lt;br /&gt;First and last one is you,&lt;br /&gt;It sends chills up,&lt;br /&gt;It sends chills down,&lt;br /&gt;Back again,&lt;br /&gt;Around my spine.&lt;br /&gt;Just to know you’ll be here real soon,&lt;br /&gt;Makes everything all right.&lt;br /&gt;when you come home,&lt;br /&gt;I want that special night,&lt;br /&gt;Start with candlelight,&lt;br /&gt;Then spend the rest of the night,&lt;br /&gt;In your arms.&lt;br /&gt;You have a way,&lt;br /&gt;about you,&lt;br /&gt;And till death do us part,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe farther yet,&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;Is the hour of my discontented heart,&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make it better.&lt;br /&gt;I’m drowning in my tears,&lt;br /&gt;So deep,&lt;br /&gt;Cause we’re so far apart.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t imagine your face without a smile.&lt;br /&gt;But only three words stand,&lt;br /&gt;Above the rest,&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Even if I have a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;I will still love you.&lt;br /&gt;Strange how life works,&lt;br /&gt;To find myself standing here.&lt;br /&gt;Strange how it ain’t easy,&lt;br /&gt;To find myself being this good.&lt;br /&gt;Cause gifts God gave me.&lt;br /&gt;Strange how I can imagine you,&lt;br /&gt;To find that you are a world away.&lt;br /&gt;Strange how people die unto themselves,&lt;br /&gt;To find they are really for the sake of others.&lt;br /&gt;Strange how a person thinks as an adult,&lt;br /&gt;To find that they are just a child.&lt;br /&gt;Strange how a person thinks as a child,&lt;br /&gt;To find that they are still an adult.&lt;br /&gt;Strange how love has no barriers,&lt;br /&gt;To find that love can’t be put into words.&lt;br /&gt;Strange how some music is so very comforting,&lt;br /&gt;To find that it brings me joy.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can warm my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can warm my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can quell my passion.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can quell my fire.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can explain my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can explain my love.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can feel my love.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can?&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can feel what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can love as I.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can?&lt;br /&gt;No one,&lt;br /&gt;Can.&lt;br /&gt;Except me,&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can feel my own love,&lt;br /&gt;Only one,&lt;br /&gt;From the depth,&lt;br /&gt;Of the deepest,&lt;br /&gt;Strongest,&lt;br /&gt;Wildest,&lt;br /&gt;Sea of Love,&lt;br /&gt;To the highest,&lt;br /&gt;Of which is higher,&lt;br /&gt;Than the heavens above,&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can?&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can feel my own love,&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can?&lt;br /&gt;Only one!&lt;br /&gt;Only one!&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or just imagination?&lt;br /&gt;At night,&lt;br /&gt;I toss,&lt;br /&gt;I turn,&lt;br /&gt;Is it me,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it imagination?&lt;br /&gt;Is God really watching us?&lt;br /&gt;Is it me,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it imagination of the world?&lt;br /&gt;Is there harmony,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it my imagination?&lt;br /&gt;Please give me time to care,&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say to you?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t lie to you,&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too weak to do that,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve given me so many reasons,&lt;br /&gt;To fall,&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;With you.&lt;br /&gt;When I feel all faith is gone,&lt;br /&gt;I fight myself to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you,&lt;br /&gt;Too much love,&lt;br /&gt;Too much time,&lt;br /&gt;All I have,&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;All I love,&lt;br /&gt;Fear of rejection,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling alone,&lt;br /&gt;Fear of being alone,&lt;br /&gt;Fear of not loving,&lt;br /&gt;Fear of not being loved.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can warm my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can warm my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can quell my passion.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can quell my fire.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can explain my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can explain my love.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can feel my love.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can?&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can feel what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can love as I.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can?&lt;br /&gt;Who then?&lt;br /&gt;NO one!&lt;br /&gt;No one can!&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can feel my own love.&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one.&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can?&lt;br /&gt;Who then?&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;Who then,&lt;br /&gt;Can?&lt;br /&gt;Only one!&lt;br /&gt;Only one!&lt;br /&gt;Only one!&lt;br /&gt;ONLY ONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-3763459870615567633?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3763459870615567633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=3763459870615567633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/3763459870615567633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/3763459870615567633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/who.html' title='Who?'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-5224446907799568402</id><published>2009-06-13T16:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:03:23.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road</title><content type='html'>In the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;I was not paying attention,&lt;br /&gt;But I should have,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;At that time,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted not only to be involved,&lt;br /&gt;But wanted a long relationship,&lt;br /&gt;A healthy one,&lt;br /&gt;A strong one,&lt;br /&gt;One that would survive the thick,&lt;br /&gt;Survive the thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday is coming,&lt;br /&gt;With it a surprise party,&lt;br /&gt;Someone we both know,&lt;br /&gt;Wow,&lt;br /&gt;I was in awe,&lt;br /&gt;Mouth dropped,&lt;br /&gt;I was infatuated,&lt;br /&gt;Very interested,&lt;br /&gt;We talked as if we knew each,&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends was also the same,&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a back rub,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I enjoyed it so,&lt;br /&gt;Not because it was a backrub,&lt;br /&gt;It was her giving it,&lt;br /&gt;When I found out the friend liked her so,&lt;br /&gt;I decided to let all go,&lt;br /&gt;But, One little piece inside me,&lt;br /&gt;Which said,&lt;br /&gt;You want to know what she’s about,&lt;br /&gt;So stop and think,&lt;br /&gt;Stop that pout,&lt;br /&gt;I went inside,&lt;br /&gt;To listen on,&lt;br /&gt;Put on a slow,&lt;br /&gt;Depressing,&lt;br /&gt;Song,&lt;br /&gt;She came in,&lt;br /&gt;So suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;And me a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Came with glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still time went by,&lt;br /&gt;I saw her more,&lt;br /&gt;At church,&lt;br /&gt;At Life’s, open door,&lt;br /&gt;The friend moved on,&lt;br /&gt;He decided to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to get to know,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how bad,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how so,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wanted to know,&lt;br /&gt;How she works,&lt;br /&gt;How she feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at a friends,&lt;br /&gt;It was time to leave,&lt;br /&gt;While two friends kissed,&lt;br /&gt;I said good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I would miss,&lt;br /&gt;That smiling face,&lt;br /&gt;Those beautiful eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to kiss her,&lt;br /&gt;So very bad,&lt;br /&gt;I left it at that,&lt;br /&gt;None I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I became,&lt;br /&gt;A flirtatious stud,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t stop,&lt;br /&gt;This was great,&lt;br /&gt;This was fun,&lt;br /&gt;How I hoped,&lt;br /&gt;She was the one,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I prayed,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I pleaded,&lt;br /&gt;Please say yes,&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please,&lt;br /&gt;Star light,&lt;br /&gt;Star bright,&lt;br /&gt;First star I see tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I may,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I might,&lt;br /&gt;I wish this wish,&lt;br /&gt;Come true tonight.&lt;br /&gt;God helped me,&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I wished she said no,&lt;br /&gt;I have no regrets,&lt;br /&gt;Cause its almost time for her to go,&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the story I have so gallantly told,&lt;br /&gt;We said what’s next,&lt;br /&gt;And left it to hang,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to stop her,&lt;br /&gt;Her not me,&lt;br /&gt;Since she’s been gone,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve realized,&lt;br /&gt;Just how much,&lt;br /&gt;I love her.&lt;br /&gt;Put all emotions aside for a sec,&lt;br /&gt;I may date in order to keep sane,&lt;br /&gt;But not of total will,&lt;br /&gt;I will wait,&lt;br /&gt;For the one,&lt;br /&gt;Intended for me,&lt;br /&gt;And I know now,&lt;br /&gt;The one,&lt;br /&gt;Is she.&lt;br /&gt;I would,&lt;br /&gt;And will,&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;I’d wait 20 lifetimes,&lt;br /&gt;Cross 1000 seas,&lt;br /&gt;Climb the highest mountain,&lt;br /&gt;And give up basketball,&lt;br /&gt;Just for you,&lt;br /&gt;If I had to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-5224446907799568402?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5224446907799568402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=5224446907799568402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/5224446907799568402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/5224446907799568402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/road_13.html' title='The Road'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-5509653037500596638</id><published>2009-06-13T16:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:02:55.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>When will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;When will my heart beat again?&lt;br /&gt;No need to ask me,&lt;br /&gt;If there’ll come a time,&lt;br /&gt;When I’ll grow tired of you.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever,&lt;br /&gt;Ever,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t fear that I’ll change my mind,&lt;br /&gt;It’ll never happen,&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make a commitment,&lt;br /&gt;That’s more than one guy can do.&lt;br /&gt;It takes more than a guy to commit,&lt;br /&gt;It takes a man,&lt;br /&gt;Am I man enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;There is never a minute,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think about you,&lt;br /&gt;About your love for me,&lt;br /&gt;About my love for you,&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I fall deeper in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;Why is life so hard,&lt;br /&gt;Even when it’s so good,&lt;br /&gt;When I called on you,&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t do it to make you sad,&lt;br /&gt;Just support,&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends is in trouble,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I’m not doing any good,&lt;br /&gt;Feel as if I failed,&lt;br /&gt;Someone there to just tell me,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve done your best,&lt;br /&gt;Fear,&lt;br /&gt;Fear of failure,&lt;br /&gt;Fear of failure with you,&lt;br /&gt;Fear of failure with friends,&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I do anything,&lt;br /&gt;I cry,&lt;br /&gt;I cry for help,&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt so bad,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do,&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like I can,&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if I’m failing him,&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t get down,&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t feel bad,&lt;br /&gt;Just comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;If I’m failing with him,&lt;br /&gt;Am I with you?&lt;br /&gt;If I am,&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;I need to know,&lt;br /&gt;I need to know if I’m doing wrong,&lt;br /&gt;You bring me life,&lt;br /&gt;I feel alive,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do,&lt;br /&gt;Because of you.&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you’re here,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you’ll never let me go,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-5509653037500596638?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5509653037500596638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-6465266500875970991</id><published>2009-06-13T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:02:31.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish,&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want,&lt;br /&gt;I will give you,&lt;br /&gt;The love of your life,&lt;br /&gt;I have so much I want to do,&lt;br /&gt;So much I have to do,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always try to do what’s right,&lt;br /&gt;But it seems impossible,&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of times,&lt;br /&gt;I do what’s in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;What I truly want to,&lt;br /&gt;Always the best,&lt;br /&gt;Just for you,&lt;br /&gt;Call me a wimp,&lt;br /&gt;Call me whipped,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care,&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t care,&lt;br /&gt;What others think.&lt;br /&gt;One thing,&lt;br /&gt;One thing alone,&lt;br /&gt;Stands above all,&lt;br /&gt;You!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters,&lt;br /&gt;But, you.&lt;br /&gt;Never say good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;That’s the only thing I leave,&lt;br /&gt;Good advice,&lt;br /&gt;Even from a poet,&lt;br /&gt;Even from a D.J.,&lt;br /&gt;Even from the one who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;Even from,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;Never say good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;Never say those words,&lt;br /&gt;Not to anybody,&lt;br /&gt;Not those words.&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know,&lt;br /&gt;You see yourself,&lt;br /&gt;That’s not just a reflection,&lt;br /&gt;It shows the biggest part of my life,&lt;br /&gt;The one I love the most,&lt;br /&gt;More than anything,&lt;br /&gt;More than anyone,&lt;br /&gt;More than myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-6465266500875970991?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-3807986698040890347</id><published>2009-06-13T16:01:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:02:11.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Love You</title><content type='html'>Without you,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so worthless,&lt;br /&gt;It’s been 12 hours since you’ve been gone,&lt;br /&gt;And that’s too long so come back home,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without you,&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally drained,&lt;br /&gt;Thought my eyes were dry,&lt;br /&gt;Then I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;So much for that theory.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that,&lt;br /&gt;I could have spent more time with you,&lt;br /&gt;All that time I was at home,&lt;br /&gt;I could have made time,&lt;br /&gt;I could have been with you,&lt;br /&gt;What I wouldn’t give,&lt;br /&gt;What I wouldn’t do,&lt;br /&gt;To have one more day, hour,&lt;br /&gt;To have time more minutes with you,&lt;br /&gt;The message you left,&lt;br /&gt;Felt so good,&lt;br /&gt;Yet so bad,&lt;br /&gt;To hear your voice,&lt;br /&gt;So comforting,&lt;br /&gt;I’d do anything to feel the touch of your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Church was almost impossible,&lt;br /&gt;I would just remember the times we had.&lt;br /&gt;The two and a half weeks,&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;Though they went so fast,&lt;br /&gt;I cherished them,&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything for you,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I do something,&lt;br /&gt;It’s just for you,&lt;br /&gt;Lately I will cry for you.&lt;br /&gt;When your not here,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even smile,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t think without you,&lt;br /&gt;My mind is always with you,&lt;br /&gt;Only do I smile,&lt;br /&gt;Very small,&lt;br /&gt;When I think about marrying you,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the same when you’re not here,&lt;br /&gt;Someone is keeping an eye on me,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you know who she is,&lt;br /&gt;You told her to,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care what it takes,&lt;br /&gt;If I have to travel the world,&lt;br /&gt;Change my career,&lt;br /&gt;I still want you,&lt;br /&gt;For my wife.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;You to hold me,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to let you go,&lt;br /&gt;This last little time has brought me closer to you,&lt;br /&gt;I said it before,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll say it again,&lt;br /&gt;If you find someone,&lt;br /&gt;Who treats you better than I,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid to break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You are a very special person,&lt;br /&gt;You deserve someone who is good to you,&lt;br /&gt;And if that time shall come,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll understand,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t date,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not stopping you,&lt;br /&gt;Because,&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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You'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-8143680464236546211</id><published>2009-06-13T16:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:01:52.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>I need a little time away,&lt;br /&gt;With I’d say,&lt;br /&gt;From each other,&lt;br /&gt;I needed space,&lt;br /&gt;But I held on,&lt;br /&gt;Never said anything,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sorry,&lt;br /&gt;Hid my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;From you,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would pass,&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say sorry,&lt;br /&gt;Want to make it up to you,&lt;br /&gt;You also got me back,&lt;br /&gt;I loved you then,&lt;br /&gt;I love you even more now,&lt;br /&gt;You drew my love to you,&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;You brought out feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of Love never felt,&lt;br /&gt;I love this feeling you’ve given me,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of losing you,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of losing this,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling,&lt;br /&gt;You give me,&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me for the rest of our lives,&lt;br /&gt;Just say you will,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t lose,&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-8143680464236546211?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8143680464236546211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-204861152768558587</id><published>2009-06-13T16:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:01:35.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip</title><content type='html'>California,&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful place,&lt;br /&gt;On the road,&lt;br /&gt;In charge of one,&lt;br /&gt;Two buses off.&lt;br /&gt;Even adrenaline can’t keep me going,&lt;br /&gt;But something might,&lt;br /&gt;Passed by the pen,&lt;br /&gt;Behind,&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Twenty minutes can’t be made up,&lt;br /&gt;I wish she was here,&lt;br /&gt;It’s almost lonely,&lt;br /&gt;But not quite,&lt;br /&gt;I called her,&lt;br /&gt;But no answer,&lt;br /&gt;I called her,&lt;br /&gt;She’s not there,&lt;br /&gt;I called,&lt;br /&gt;No answer,&lt;br /&gt;We called again,&lt;br /&gt;No answer,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the wrong member,&lt;br /&gt;One last time,&lt;br /&gt;She not there,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just wait to see her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-204861152768558587?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/204861152768558587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=204861152768558587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/204861152768558587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/204861152768558587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip.html' title='The Trip'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-5227358695443807714</id><published>2009-06-13T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:01:16.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road</title><content type='html'>In the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;I was not paying attention,&lt;br /&gt;But I should have,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I did,&lt;br /&gt;At that time,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted not only to be involved,&lt;br /&gt;But wanted a long relationship.&lt;br /&gt;A healthy one,&lt;br /&gt;A strong one,&lt;br /&gt;One that would survive the thick,&lt;br /&gt;Survive the thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday is coming,&lt;br /&gt;With it a surprise party,&lt;br /&gt;Someone we both know,&lt;br /&gt;Wow,&lt;br /&gt;I was in awe,&lt;br /&gt;Mouth dropped,&lt;br /&gt;I was infatuated,&lt;br /&gt;Very interested,&lt;br /&gt;We talked as if we knew each,&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends was also the same,&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a back rub,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I enjoyed it so,&lt;br /&gt;Not because it was a back rub,&lt;br /&gt;It was her giving it.&lt;br /&gt;I found out the friend liked her so,&lt;br /&gt;I decided to let all go,&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;One little piece inside me,&lt;br /&gt;Which said,&lt;br /&gt;You want to know what she’s about,&lt;br /&gt;So stop and think,&lt;br /&gt;Stop that pout,&lt;br /&gt;I went inside,&lt;br /&gt;To listen on,&lt;br /&gt;Put on a slow,&lt;br /&gt;Depressing&lt;br /&gt;Song,&lt;br /&gt;She came in,&lt;br /&gt;So suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;And me a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Came with glee.&lt;br /&gt;Still time went by,&lt;br /&gt;I saw her more,&lt;br /&gt;At church,&lt;br /&gt;At Life’s open door,&lt;br /&gt;The friend moved on,&lt;br /&gt;He decided to date.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to get to know,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how bad,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how so,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wanted to know,&lt;br /&gt;How she works.&lt;br /&gt;How she feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at a friends house,&lt;br /&gt;It was time to leave,&lt;br /&gt;While two friends kissed,&lt;br /&gt;I said good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I would miss,&lt;br /&gt;That smiling face,&lt;br /&gt;Those beautiful eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to kiss her,&lt;br /&gt;So very bad,&lt;br /&gt;I left it at that,&lt;br /&gt;None I had.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I became,&lt;br /&gt;A flirtatious stud,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t stop,&lt;br /&gt;This was great,&lt;br /&gt;This was fun,&lt;br /&gt;How I hoped,&lt;br /&gt;She was the one,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I prayed,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I pleaded,&lt;br /&gt;Please say yes,&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please,&lt;br /&gt;God helped me,&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the courage.&lt;br /&gt;I kept up,&lt;br /&gt;It still looked good,&lt;br /&gt;I asked her out,&lt;br /&gt;She said,&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I wished she said no,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it’s almost time for her to go,&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the story I gallantly told,&lt;br /&gt;We said what’s next,&lt;br /&gt;And left it to hang,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to stop her,&lt;br /&gt;Her not me,&lt;br /&gt;Since she’s been gone,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve realized,&lt;br /&gt;Just how much,&lt;br /&gt;I love her,&lt;br /&gt;Put all emotions aside for a sec,&lt;br /&gt;I may date to keep sane,&lt;br /&gt;But not of total will,&lt;br /&gt;I will wait,&lt;br /&gt;For the one,&lt;br /&gt;For me,&lt;br /&gt;And I know now,&lt;br /&gt;The one,&lt;br /&gt;Is she.&lt;br /&gt;I would,&lt;br /&gt;And will,&lt;br /&gt;Wait,&lt;br /&gt;I’d wait 20 lifetimes for you,&lt;br /&gt;If I had to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-5227358695443807714?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5227358695443807714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=5227358695443807714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/5227358695443807714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/5227358695443807714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/road.html' title='The Road'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-4604800245710099983</id><published>2009-06-13T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:00:56.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future of Curiousness</title><content type='html'>With the love on an eager man,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to get married,&lt;br /&gt;He knows only one thing,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can take this love away.&lt;br /&gt;He feels as if he can fly like an eagle,&lt;br /&gt;Yet so jitterful&lt;br /&gt;He knows not of what yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;A body of love so scared,&lt;br /&gt;Some fear,&lt;br /&gt;A fear,&lt;br /&gt;The fear,&lt;br /&gt;Of losing what he cares for more than life.&lt;br /&gt;I know,&lt;br /&gt;He is I,&lt;br /&gt;I am him,&lt;br /&gt;The man with a hat,&lt;br /&gt;Only two things to live for,&lt;br /&gt;One is his family and friends,&lt;br /&gt;The other his love,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping not of a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;I see a man in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;In a distance,&lt;br /&gt;In the future,&lt;br /&gt;I seem to want to stop walking,&lt;br /&gt;For some reason,&lt;br /&gt;Or another,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just sit,&lt;br /&gt;Why should I keep going towards the man,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have barely gotten anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Nor desire to go farther,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know who the man is,&lt;br /&gt;All I have left is you holding my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-4604800245710099983?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4604800245710099983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=4604800245710099983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/4604800245710099983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/4604800245710099983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/future-of-curiousness.html' title='Future of Curiousness'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-3974119558508580922</id><published>2009-06-11T17:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:03:29.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight From My Heart</title><content type='html'>When I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see only one,&lt;br /&gt;Like a rose,&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;But the thought of losing you is so frightening,&lt;br /&gt;One as cute,&lt;br /&gt;Then up one,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Two in one day,&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;When I see those brown eyes,&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of how beautiful you are on the inside&lt;br /&gt;As well as outside.&lt;br /&gt;I ant to be the one you need.&lt;br /&gt;Not only my girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;My friend,&lt;br /&gt;My best friend,&lt;br /&gt;But more.&lt;br /&gt;I am sending this rose,&lt;br /&gt;Straight from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a token of my love,&lt;br /&gt;Just a small piece,&lt;br /&gt;Of this love I have for you.&lt;br /&gt;When you look in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what you mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;Look into my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look to me for my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You are holding it,&lt;br /&gt;Here and now,&lt;br /&gt;Unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;I love to see you smile,&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than cute.&lt;br /&gt;It’s beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You’re always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You comfort me&lt;br /&gt;With your presence.&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy to have you standing right by my side.&lt;br /&gt;The first time,&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face,&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to have you.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;With my warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;All my love is for you,&lt;br /&gt;Straight from my heart. What do you need?&lt;br /&gt;what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;If you want,&lt;br /&gt;I will do.&lt;br /&gt;If it’s a fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wake me.&lt;br /&gt;If there is a tear in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Hide it well,&lt;br /&gt;Hide them well,&lt;br /&gt;Unless they are tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Then let me comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;Just relax.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see,&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking at today.&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I take things for granted,&lt;br /&gt;And it may even seem,&lt;br /&gt;That I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;I try to tell you how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;But words don’t come out right.&lt;br /&gt;This is my time,&lt;br /&gt;This is my way,&lt;br /&gt;To show,&lt;br /&gt;To tell,&lt;br /&gt;To let you know,&lt;br /&gt;Just how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;About you.&lt;br /&gt;To say,&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Straight from my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-3974119558508580922?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3974119558508580922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=3974119558508580922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/3974119558508580922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/3974119558508580922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/straight-from-my-heart.html' title='Straight From My Heart'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-3780461248386705180</id><published>2009-06-11T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:03:12.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Special Time</title><content type='html'>Problems come,&lt;br /&gt;Problems go,&lt;br /&gt;They never reoccur.&lt;br /&gt;I pray,&lt;br /&gt;Pray,&lt;br /&gt;Pray,&lt;br /&gt;And still pray,&lt;br /&gt;But nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;I do for him,&lt;br /&gt;But he doesn’t do for me.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t love,&lt;br /&gt;Just hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Pain.&lt;br /&gt;A dying rose.&lt;br /&gt;A wilting flower.&lt;br /&gt;The death of a bud.&lt;br /&gt;No simplicity,&lt;br /&gt;Life,&lt;br /&gt;Only complex.&lt;br /&gt;I weigh less than a shadow.&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;All I see are visions of her.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Playing games,&lt;br /&gt;That’s the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;I know I don’t take love for granted,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a gift.&lt;br /&gt;A special gift.&lt;br /&gt;Like a rose,&lt;br /&gt;A rose that I see.&lt;br /&gt;This rose is a token of my love,&lt;br /&gt;That comes from my heart,&lt;br /&gt;My mind,&lt;br /&gt;My soul.&lt;br /&gt;My whole being.&lt;br /&gt;I’m to tell her how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;The words just don’t come out.&lt;br /&gt;I freeze.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to find her though,&lt;br /&gt;She’s in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;She’s my perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen her?&lt;br /&gt;I need help.&lt;br /&gt;I pray,&lt;br /&gt;Still pray,&lt;br /&gt;For God to put someone special in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Winter rolls around,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas grows closer.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is that special one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-3780461248386705180?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3780461248386705180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=3780461248386705180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/3780461248386705180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/3780461248386705180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/special-time.html' title='The Special Time'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-8807628916022870288</id><published>2009-06-11T17:02:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:02:54.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song</title><content type='html'>Faithfully,&lt;br /&gt;I must pledge,&lt;br /&gt;I have the flame inside,&lt;br /&gt;It won’t die,&lt;br /&gt;Even after the dance,&lt;br /&gt;So hold on to the night,&lt;br /&gt;To the end of the road,&lt;br /&gt;For I will be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it rains down,&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in you,&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I’ve had the strangest feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I pray,&lt;br /&gt;Lord I’ve come,&lt;br /&gt;I’m here, for you,&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;Make my chances better,&lt;br /&gt;I know now,&lt;br /&gt;That’s what love is all about,&lt;br /&gt;That’s why everything I do,&lt;br /&gt;I do it just for you,&lt;br /&gt;I pledge this here and now,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;I will never say good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;To this love of a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;I want the rain to stop,&lt;br /&gt;Can you stop the rain from falling,&lt;br /&gt;I’d give anything to see the sun again,&lt;br /&gt;Only one last cry,&lt;br /&gt;In these eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You know you have it,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-8807628916022870288?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-1987161461946626546</id><published>2009-06-11T17:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:02:36.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust or Love?</title><content type='html'>Questions constantly arouse my inner thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;As many times before,&lt;br /&gt;I lie thinking,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering,&lt;br /&gt;Yet what I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;I already know,&lt;br /&gt;I am still in awe,&lt;br /&gt;And yet I still wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel, as I,&lt;br /&gt;Are your feelings as strong as mine,&lt;br /&gt;Do you think about me,&lt;br /&gt;If, perhaps, as much as I think about you,&lt;br /&gt;I want to know,&lt;br /&gt;Is this feeling I feel, for real,&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel it too,&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way love goes,&lt;br /&gt;Do I really feel love,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it you,&lt;br /&gt;Your unavoidable desirable attractiveness,&lt;br /&gt;You have the face of a beauty queen,&lt;br /&gt;And the body of a goddess,&lt;br /&gt;It is all of thee,&lt;br /&gt;But is it Love.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she laughs,&lt;br /&gt;Her beautiful smile,&lt;br /&gt;Her soft voice,&lt;br /&gt;It can’t be lust,&lt;br /&gt;Why else would I wait this long,&lt;br /&gt;It has to be love,&lt;br /&gt;But is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-1987161461946626546?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1987161461946626546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=1987161461946626546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Shines deep within,&lt;br /&gt;I am blinded with light,&lt;br /&gt;I am burned with heat,&lt;br /&gt;But, I love it,&lt;br /&gt;It may be sick,&lt;br /&gt;But I really love it,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t let go,&lt;br /&gt;It’s here,&lt;br /&gt;I talk to her,&lt;br /&gt;She talks to me,&lt;br /&gt;I still burn inside,&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t let go,&lt;br /&gt;She comes to me,&lt;br /&gt;Not me to her,&lt;br /&gt;I love it,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love it,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;But, yet, still do,&lt;br /&gt;Out of love for her,&lt;br /&gt;I let go,&lt;br /&gt;I tell her so,&lt;br /&gt;I let her go her way,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing she can’t stay,&lt;br /&gt;I let go,&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy as it may seem,&lt;br /&gt;I feel a sudden peace,&lt;br /&gt;I will lie in peace,&lt;br /&gt;And wait,&lt;br /&gt;But remember,&lt;br /&gt;I must wait,&lt;br /&gt;I must be in peace,&lt;br /&gt;I must let go,&lt;br /&gt;I must tell her so,&lt;br /&gt;I’m here with nothing left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-8832461223427602219?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8832461223427602219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=8832461223427602219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8832461223427602219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8832461223427602219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/untitled_11.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-1572515652497109851</id><published>2009-06-11T17:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:02:02.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One</title><content type='html'>Constant feelings of lustful wonder,&lt;br /&gt;With eyes of love,&lt;br /&gt;Ramparts of shyness breaking down,&lt;br /&gt;Miles of stepping stones,&lt;br /&gt;Created by the crumbled debris,&lt;br /&gt;I constantly try to find knowledge to the heart&lt;br /&gt;But yet finding nothing but illusion,&lt;br /&gt;And yet, still, the confusion overcomes my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;I look up in wonder,&lt;br /&gt;And see the stars that shine.&lt;br /&gt;A peaceful calm, fills the beauty of the night air,&lt;br /&gt;I hear the squealing in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;It tells me what the future has in store,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I don’t hear it,&lt;br /&gt;As I glance at the past,&lt;br /&gt;I see the future coming fast,&lt;br /&gt;Coming fast,&lt;br /&gt;Coming as fast as the night,&lt;br /&gt;Yet as slow, as the seasons pass,&lt;br /&gt;A sound decision has taken its toll,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting with the conviction in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And I walk in assurance in this faithful wait,&lt;br /&gt;She’s an inspiration unto myself,&lt;br /&gt;My dreams refuse to be shattered,&lt;br /&gt;My heart, the same, be broken,&lt;br /&gt;The Love I have, yet, stronger than my faith,&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit all alone,&lt;br /&gt;No more tears,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t let go,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t, this time,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t put her out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;The sun shines on her,&lt;br /&gt;I still need love to rain on me,&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry,&lt;br /&gt;But no more tears, left in these eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I want her to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;To have fun,&lt;br /&gt;Just remember I’m here,&lt;br /&gt;But you’re the one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-1572515652497109851?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1572515652497109851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=1572515652497109851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/1572515652497109851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/1572515652497109851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/one.html' title='The One'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-8555971033889080183</id><published>2009-06-11T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:01:35.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><content type='html'>If I say you’re beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;I want it,&lt;br /&gt;If I try to kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;You push me away,&lt;br /&gt;If I try to solve it,&lt;br /&gt;You cry,&lt;br /&gt;If I sympathize,&lt;br /&gt;You weep more deep,&lt;br /&gt;If I commit,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t continue,&lt;br /&gt;If I buy a rose,&lt;br /&gt;It will stop,&lt;br /&gt;If I say “I love you”,&lt;br /&gt;I lie with deceit,&lt;br /&gt;You say you want to be free,&lt;br /&gt;I let go,&lt;br /&gt;I say I’m here,&lt;br /&gt;You cry,&lt;br /&gt;If I look,&lt;br /&gt;I’m a pig,&lt;br /&gt;If you want,&lt;br /&gt;I will do,&lt;br /&gt;“As you wish”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-8555971033889080183?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8555971033889080183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=8555971033889080183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8555971033889080183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8555971033889080183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/men.html' title='Men'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-6334254857473377138</id><published>2009-06-10T19:58:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:59:23.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>The world is full of so many things&lt;br /&gt;Sweet smell of love in the air,&lt;br /&gt;The question is,&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody care?&lt;br /&gt;A hidden heart,&lt;br /&gt;Hidden so deep,&lt;br /&gt;Much like underwear.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matter.&lt;br /&gt;These aren’t words I just say,&lt;br /&gt;Words can not express emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Not the way they should,&lt;br /&gt;Never felt this way,&lt;br /&gt;Never opened my heart before.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to say those three words?&lt;br /&gt;One, four, three,&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four, seven,&lt;br /&gt;They don’t explain it,&lt;br /&gt;For the days of today,&lt;br /&gt;Will come and go,&lt;br /&gt;Why so fast,&lt;br /&gt;No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;I know I {made} mistakes in the past,&lt;br /&gt;But don’t want this to go fast,&lt;br /&gt;I love the minutes,&lt;br /&gt;Hours,&lt;br /&gt;Days,&lt;br /&gt;We’ve spent together.&lt;br /&gt;It seems I hardly spend time with you,&lt;br /&gt;But I do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t care what people say,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t care what they do,&lt;br /&gt;All I know is one thing,&lt;br /&gt;That one thing is true,&lt;br /&gt;I have to say,&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-6334254857473377138?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6334254857473377138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=6334254857473377138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/6334254857473377138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/6334254857473377138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/untitled_9804.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-8354736530385451704</id><published>2009-06-10T19:58:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:58:49.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Lord happeneth to me not,&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;In time of need.&lt;br /&gt;I need you,&lt;br /&gt;In my life,&lt;br /&gt;A huge way,&lt;br /&gt;I’m fighting a losing battle,&lt;br /&gt;For life,&lt;br /&gt;For love,&lt;br /&gt;For friendship,&lt;br /&gt;For responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;I want so much,&lt;br /&gt;Yet feel as if I’m slipping,&lt;br /&gt;Slipping away to the depths of hell.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry,&lt;br /&gt;I need to cry,&lt;br /&gt;To let go of pain and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I want the past,&lt;br /&gt;But only see future.&lt;br /&gt;Overcome my body,&lt;br /&gt;Overcome my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Overcome my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I need you now,&lt;br /&gt;More than ever,&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to survive.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest battle yet to come,&lt;br /&gt;I await in eager desire,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel your presence.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do it alone,&lt;br /&gt;My convictions at heart,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you won’t let me stand alone,&lt;br /&gt;I will fight this battle,&lt;br /&gt;With everything I have.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t give up,&lt;br /&gt;Till the fight is won.&lt;br /&gt;If death becomes,&lt;br /&gt;So be it,&lt;br /&gt;But I will put my best foot forward,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t give up,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t survive this alone.&lt;br /&gt;Hail Mary,&lt;br /&gt;I need you with me,&lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do it alone,&lt;br /&gt;I beg for help,&lt;br /&gt;I beg for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Mary help me,&lt;br /&gt;Help Jesus help me.&lt;br /&gt;The friends I have,&lt;br /&gt;The group that was,&lt;br /&gt;The love I have,&lt;br /&gt;All seems lost.&lt;br /&gt;Without this I will die upon my own cross.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve almost crucified myself.&lt;br /&gt;I need a jump in faith.&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t give up,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do it alone, I need some help.&lt;br /&gt;As they say in the bible,&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastics 9:11,&lt;br /&gt;I came and saw under the sun,&lt;br /&gt;That the race is not to the swift,&lt;br /&gt;Nor the battle to the strong,&lt;br /&gt;Nor the bread to the wise,&lt;br /&gt;Nor the riches to men of understanding,&lt;br /&gt;Nor yet favor to men of skill,&lt;br /&gt;But time and chance happeneth to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-8354736530385451704?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8354736530385451704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=8354736530385451704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8354736530385451704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8354736530385451704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/untitled_6633.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-8268941095308918108</id><published>2009-06-10T19:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:58:32.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Heart of mine,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been in Love,&lt;br /&gt;I think she might be the one&lt;br /&gt;The Lady for me&lt;br /&gt;I hope she feels the same,&lt;br /&gt;She’s always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Come feel my nights, my days,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be yours,&lt;br /&gt;I long to be forever yours,&lt;br /&gt;Every night I go to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I want you laying next to me,&lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;To comfort me,&lt;br /&gt;I’m on my hands and knees,&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way to your heart,&lt;br /&gt;How, what, when, where, can we start,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me wait forever&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be right there,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call me,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a love they can count on,&lt;br /&gt;I’m the kind of man,&lt;br /&gt;Who needs to know exactly where I stand,&lt;br /&gt;Far too many nights.&lt;br /&gt;I’m in need of a little love,&lt;br /&gt;And it’s you I’m thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear you say,&lt;br /&gt;You’d be mine for always,&lt;br /&gt;What could I do without you,&lt;br /&gt;There will never come a day,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll hear me say,&lt;br /&gt;I want and need to be without you,&lt;br /&gt;I want to give my all.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me,&lt;br /&gt;Simply control me,&lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I realize,&lt;br /&gt;All I need is you,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never felt this way,&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so good,&lt;br /&gt;How it takes my breath,&lt;br /&gt;Starts a burning in my chest,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me weak,&lt;br /&gt;When I think about you,&lt;br /&gt;I see you standing all alone,&lt;br /&gt;In the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing as I may and I might,&lt;br /&gt;I want to please you,&lt;br /&gt;I want you,&lt;br /&gt;More than you know,&lt;br /&gt;Let me get to know you,&lt;br /&gt;I’m helpless against your touch,&lt;br /&gt;I’m defenseless,&lt;br /&gt;I know if I hold you,&lt;br /&gt;My temperature will rise,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to come to me,&lt;br /&gt;And make loneliness our enemy,&lt;br /&gt;Words can’t express,&lt;br /&gt;How I’m burning up deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;I took one look,&lt;br /&gt;Then I knew it was a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t fight,&lt;br /&gt;Make togetherness our destiny,&lt;br /&gt;At the start I thought it was too good to be true,&lt;br /&gt;But now I know that all along,&lt;br /&gt;It should be me and you.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you hear me calling your name,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go on this way,&lt;br /&gt;Will I make it another day&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting here for you to answer my call,&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me,&lt;br /&gt;I’m down on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;I’m alone,&lt;br /&gt;Am I destined to be what I’ve been,&lt;br /&gt;Never a thick,&lt;br /&gt;And hardly a thin,&lt;br /&gt;Where do I fit in.&lt;br /&gt;I have waited for a chance,&lt;br /&gt;When I could spend some time with you,&lt;br /&gt;And I still wait,&lt;br /&gt;I’m still here,&lt;br /&gt;For you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-8268941095308918108?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8268941095308918108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=8268941095308918108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8268941095308918108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/8268941095308918108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/untitled_1452.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-3192575309213176412</id><published>2009-06-10T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:58:14.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Emptiness is all that is known,&lt;br /&gt;Known by my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Felt by my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Left helpless,&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in something unknown to others,&lt;br /&gt;Relentless to an extreme,&lt;br /&gt;Soaked in absolutely nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Drenching in pain,&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in my own blood,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to look forward too,&lt;br /&gt;The perfume of death in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating when, or if past will come back.&lt;br /&gt;Past is too far to be future,&lt;br /&gt;One kiss can’t be returned,&lt;br /&gt;I feel as left as a good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;But will I meet a see you later,&lt;br /&gt;Illusion is all I see,&lt;br /&gt;No glimpse of a smile,&lt;br /&gt;No presents of a laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Tears of fears,&lt;br /&gt;Crying of uncertainty,&lt;br /&gt;Do I see eyes blue,&lt;br /&gt;Or skies gray,&lt;br /&gt;Promises of past,&lt;br /&gt;They become part of the present,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even future,&lt;br /&gt;No one found,&lt;br /&gt;Not a blame given,&lt;br /&gt;I miss,&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness for what is not yet forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;I do,&lt;br /&gt;Need you,&lt;br /&gt;Here,&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes show most of the same,&lt;br /&gt;Close is dangerous,&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer look,&lt;br /&gt;But only see,&lt;br /&gt;I need so much,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just want,&lt;br /&gt;Wish,&lt;br /&gt;Something impossible,&lt;br /&gt;Like faithfulness,&lt;br /&gt;I believe,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-3192575309213176412?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3192575309213176412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=3192575309213176412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/3192575309213176412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/3192575309213176412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/untitled_7344.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-6212030292351821551</id><published>2009-06-10T19:57:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:57:56.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I know it’s over,&lt;br /&gt;Though my blood burns ecstasy,&lt;br /&gt;For all I still love you,&lt;br /&gt;And forever will it be.&lt;br /&gt;I once saw in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;What I thought must be love,&lt;br /&gt;But they were full of lies.&lt;br /&gt;On the wings of a dove,&lt;br /&gt;To the heaven above, it will fly,&lt;br /&gt;My heart it’s passenger,&lt;br /&gt;And once there it will die.&lt;br /&gt;And, God will send a messenger,&lt;br /&gt;And on my stone he’ll write:&lt;br /&gt;Here lies love&lt;br /&gt;Born of passion&lt;br /&gt;Born of flame&lt;br /&gt;He wished it was Love&lt;br /&gt;But it was only a game.&lt;br /&gt;On ivory it will be carved,&lt;br /&gt;It will be a wondrous sight&lt;br /&gt;And below it, a rose starved,&lt;br /&gt;For life and for love&lt;br /&gt;Just like he who’s name’s above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-6212030292351821551?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6212030292351821551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=6212030292351821551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/6212030292351821551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/6212030292351821551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/untitled_10.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-6720575951158694960</id><published>2009-06-10T19:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:57:39.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passing Present</title><content type='html'>History keeps passing by,&lt;br /&gt;I’m passing by as I speak,&lt;br /&gt;World Youth Day ‘93,&lt;br /&gt;History in the making,&lt;br /&gt;I pass it,&lt;br /&gt;Still realizing,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never be able to,&lt;br /&gt;Make it up again,&lt;br /&gt;Change it,&lt;br /&gt;Be a part of it,&lt;br /&gt;I think,&lt;br /&gt;Think,&lt;br /&gt;Think,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where they are right now,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about where they started,&lt;br /&gt;As I said good-bye’s,&lt;br /&gt;Or see you later’s,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of where they will be in a couple of hours,&lt;br /&gt;The Pope,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;It can’t be avoided,&lt;br /&gt;What I wouldn’t give to go back,&lt;br /&gt;And decide I want to go,&lt;br /&gt;What happens at the break of dawn?&lt;br /&gt;The need to forget,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about what I’m missing,&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of losing,&lt;br /&gt;Always is on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I have so many wishes,&lt;br /&gt;So many wants,&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I stand in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;I say there is a reason for me,&lt;br /&gt;Why I’m here,&lt;br /&gt;Now I look into my own eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And see no hope,&lt;br /&gt;Hope for the future,&lt;br /&gt;Hope to change things,&lt;br /&gt;Hope mostly to make history,&lt;br /&gt;Five hours already pass,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was there,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m here,&lt;br /&gt;I have no explanation,&lt;br /&gt;No reason,&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-6720575951158694960?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6720575951158694960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=6720575951158694960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/6720575951158694960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/6720575951158694960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/passing-present.html' title='The Passing Present'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-5721107826836475924</id><published>2009-06-10T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:57:24.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passing Past</title><content type='html'>It past,&lt;br /&gt;Its passing soon, too,&lt;br /&gt;I missed out,&lt;br /&gt;In something I’ll never be able to forget,&lt;br /&gt;Regret is in my heart and mind,&lt;br /&gt;I missed a chance that will never again,&lt;br /&gt;I soon will miss the chance of life,&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t miss the second chance,&lt;br /&gt;I could make up for the first,&lt;br /&gt;But I will,&lt;br /&gt;I was naive,&lt;br /&gt;Something I can’t help,&lt;br /&gt;I regret all,&lt;br /&gt;All I have done and not done,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to meet them,&lt;br /&gt;But missed the chance,&lt;br /&gt;Chance will happen again,&lt;br /&gt;But I will miss it,&lt;br /&gt;There has never been a time,&lt;br /&gt;Where I wanted something more,&lt;br /&gt;If I recall this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I may think of death,&lt;br /&gt;In fact, death,&lt;br /&gt;Death will take me away&lt;br /&gt;From this want &amp;amp; need depth of hell.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never get the chance again,&lt;br /&gt;I want it,&lt;br /&gt;I do,&lt;br /&gt;I really do,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but think,&lt;br /&gt;Think of things I won’t be able to do,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t take enough care,&lt;br /&gt;The kind that needs to be done,&lt;br /&gt;Now!&lt;br /&gt;Do what you can,&lt;br /&gt;If you do,&lt;br /&gt;If you take advantage of opportunities,&lt;br /&gt;Regret leaves,&lt;br /&gt;I mean it never sees you,&lt;br /&gt;Can you stop the rain,&lt;br /&gt;This rain of regret is killing me,&lt;br /&gt;I’d give anything to go back,&lt;br /&gt;To change this,&lt;br /&gt;To see the sun again.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been hurt,&lt;br /&gt;By myself,&lt;br /&gt;Something never thought could be done,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a candle in the cold rain,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to stay lit,&lt;br /&gt;Yet wanting to stay lit,&lt;br /&gt;Only for small reasons alone,&lt;br /&gt;I need some time on my own,&lt;br /&gt;I need some time all alone,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t keep an open heart,&lt;br /&gt;It’s been hurt,&lt;br /&gt;I’m my own worst enemy,&lt;br /&gt;I’m my own enemy,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand it,&lt;br /&gt;Or would rather not,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to leave my body,&lt;br /&gt;As if my soul, mind, or heart wasn’t there,&lt;br /&gt;The only blame is on myself,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing last forever,&lt;br /&gt;Not even memories,&lt;br /&gt;I need a friend right now,&lt;br /&gt;I am crying,&lt;br /&gt;I have to hold on to the past,&lt;br /&gt;To my mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;My tears can not stop,&lt;br /&gt;They run down my face,&lt;br /&gt;Running like a slow,&lt;br /&gt;Painful,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrowful,&lt;br /&gt;Shower.&lt;br /&gt;I need a place to run to,&lt;br /&gt;I need a friend to cry on,&lt;br /&gt;I need to be aware,&lt;br /&gt;I need to take better care,&lt;br /&gt;I need to take advantage of the opportunities,&lt;br /&gt;My biggest dream couldn’t save me now,&lt;br /&gt;I need to live life to the fullest,&lt;br /&gt;I need to treat each day like it’s my last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Past'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-5305061981450304232</id><published>2009-06-10T19:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:57:04.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream</title><content type='html'>It was a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;I have almost forgotten my dream,&lt;br /&gt;But it was there then,&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;Bright like the sun,&lt;br /&gt;My dream.&lt;br /&gt;In front of me my dream is fading,&lt;br /&gt;A wall comes up slowly,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly,&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly covered like the ground is by a cloud,&lt;br /&gt;I lie down in the shadow,&lt;br /&gt;No longer the light of my dream before me,&lt;br /&gt;Above me,&lt;br /&gt;Around me.&lt;br /&gt;Only a thick wall stops me.&lt;br /&gt;I want my hands to break through the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Break through to help me to shatter this darkness,&lt;br /&gt;To smash this night, to break this shadow,&lt;br /&gt;Into a thousand lights of sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-5305061981450304232?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5305061981450304232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=5305061981450304232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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happen?&lt;br /&gt;Why are things bad?&lt;br /&gt;Why love?&lt;br /&gt;Why sex?&lt;br /&gt;Why relationships?&lt;br /&gt;Why drugs?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people hurt themselves like that?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people hurt each other?&lt;br /&gt;Why winners?&lt;br /&gt;Why losers?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hate thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want to hurt others?&lt;br /&gt;Why aren’t we colorless?&lt;br /&gt;Why time?&lt;br /&gt;Why smart?&lt;br /&gt;Why dumb?&lt;br /&gt;Why fast?&lt;br /&gt;Why slow?&lt;br /&gt;Why good?&lt;br /&gt;Why bad?&lt;br /&gt;Why July?&lt;br /&gt;Why them?&lt;br /&gt;Why sports?&lt;br /&gt;Why laughter?&lt;br /&gt;Why sadness?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I?&lt;br /&gt;Why not me?&lt;br /&gt;Why us?&lt;br /&gt;Why money?&lt;br /&gt;Why greed?&lt;br /&gt;Why materialistic minds?&lt;br /&gt;Why homeless?&lt;br /&gt;Why beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;Why ugly?&lt;br /&gt;Why does so much go on?&lt;br /&gt;Why friends?&lt;br /&gt;Why pain?&lt;br /&gt;Why sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people come and go?&lt;br /&gt;Why religion?&lt;br /&gt;Why life?&lt;br /&gt;Why death?&lt;br /&gt;Why communicate?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I express myself in so many words?&lt;br /&gt;Why God?&lt;br /&gt;Why the name “Deth Ro”?&lt;br /&gt;Why noise?&lt;br /&gt;Why music?&lt;br /&gt;Why sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Why countries?&lt;br /&gt;Why radio?&lt;br /&gt;Why television?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so different?&lt;br /&gt;Why kissing?&lt;br /&gt;Why is love blind?&lt;br /&gt;Why the past?&lt;br /&gt;Why the present?&lt;br /&gt;Why the future?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still have one day left?&lt;br /&gt;Why change?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we fear change?&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t we live life to the fullest?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we help each other?&lt;br /&gt;Why sin?&lt;br /&gt;Why is 18 the age of adulthood?&lt;br /&gt;Why are our jails and prisons full?&lt;br /&gt;Why do males hurt females?&lt;br /&gt;Why are people almost always late?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I ponder?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do and act like we do?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we all different?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we travel?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Why are there limits?&lt;br /&gt;Why are limits limited?&lt;br /&gt;Why homosexuals?&lt;br /&gt;Why bisexuals?&lt;br /&gt;Why are deep thoughts deeper than deep?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have names for colors?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have names for races?&lt;br /&gt;Why aren’t you bored yet?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still reading this?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you just stop?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I just stop?&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t I just finish?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I end this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-4759212600799010933?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4759212600799010933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=4759212600799010933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/4759212600799010933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/4759212600799010933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-723768597472866192</id><published>2009-06-10T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:56:19.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>Counting, as it seems to go on forever,&lt;br /&gt;The days seem shorter,&lt;br /&gt;The nights even more,&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by,&lt;br /&gt;Yet so much has gone,&lt;br /&gt;but still days grow shorter,&lt;br /&gt;And it still feels like a never ending Journey.&lt;br /&gt;The road,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how short,&lt;br /&gt;It goes on as far as the eye can see,&lt;br /&gt;I want something more than ever,&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for something never yearned,&lt;br /&gt;I mourn in eager desire that has never been felt,&lt;br /&gt;This world is driving me to hell,&lt;br /&gt;I want what I can’t have,&lt;br /&gt;They always say good things come to those who wait,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t!&lt;br /&gt;I can,&lt;br /&gt;But must have a better wait,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a torturing of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I’m no longer comforted,&lt;br /&gt;I have nightmares,&lt;br /&gt;Life is a huge nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;But bigger than that,&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares about her&lt;br /&gt;No,&lt;br /&gt;I cry,&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;I yell,&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up,&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;I wake in happiness,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not real,&lt;br /&gt;She keeps me going,&lt;br /&gt;I want to see her,&lt;br /&gt;But she’s not here,&lt;br /&gt;I want to know her better,&lt;br /&gt;But forbidden,&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden of what is natural in life,&lt;br /&gt;When I hope it will not be like this,&lt;br /&gt;Why is life so cruel?&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn,&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;That’s that,&lt;br /&gt;This is this,&lt;br /&gt;That’s the way it is,&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know,&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;No one knows,&lt;br /&gt;But why?!&lt;br /&gt;No one can explain,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;When will I see myself smile again?&lt;br /&gt;I may see the mask,&lt;br /&gt;I need to see the real me,&lt;br /&gt;On the inside,&lt;br /&gt;I have only dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I must believe,&lt;br /&gt;And follow them,&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have a place to run to,&lt;br /&gt;When I’m in need,&lt;br /&gt;Need of a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Why do things end?&lt;br /&gt;How do things begin?&lt;br /&gt;Why did this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why is this happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hold onto the past,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t look back,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here with me,&lt;br /&gt;I can see you,&lt;br /&gt;You hardly leave my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Cruel isn’t it.&lt;br /&gt;Something out there is cruel,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to see me bleed,&lt;br /&gt;But for some strange reason,&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s my heart,&lt;br /&gt;My heart?&lt;br /&gt;I’m following my heart,&lt;br /&gt;My heart leads,&lt;br /&gt;It leads me to so many places,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;If I let my heart lead to the extent&lt;br /&gt;Of running my life.&lt;br /&gt;I follow my heart,&lt;br /&gt;My feelings,&lt;br /&gt;My dreams,&lt;br /&gt;More than most,&lt;br /&gt;And more than I should,&lt;br /&gt;Right now I can’t be alone,&lt;br /&gt;I think more than I should,&lt;br /&gt;It leads me to be discouraged,&lt;br /&gt;Well, how can you be discouraged,&lt;br /&gt;When you don’t have any courage?&lt;br /&gt;I have none,&lt;br /&gt;No courage,&lt;br /&gt;No confidence,&lt;br /&gt;No guts,&lt;br /&gt;I thing nothing but darkness,&lt;br /&gt;The damp and cold darkness,&lt;br /&gt;It fills my mind with so many negative thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;We’re killing each other,&lt;br /&gt;We’re a younger generation,&lt;br /&gt;Having to deal with our families,&lt;br /&gt;I hate pain,&lt;br /&gt;I hold my feelings back,&lt;br /&gt;My heart leads me to do this,&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid to being hurt,&lt;br /&gt;No one can make it right,&lt;br /&gt;Not even me,&lt;br /&gt;The pain is really fear,&lt;br /&gt;I need a hand,&lt;br /&gt;Something,&lt;br /&gt;Someone,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;Helping me,&lt;br /&gt;I need someone as sensitive as me,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to understand,&lt;br /&gt;Understand me,&lt;br /&gt;Understand my things,&lt;br /&gt;Understand my ways,&lt;br /&gt;Understand my life,&lt;br /&gt;I want a love.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a love.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do,&lt;br /&gt;I want a love,&lt;br /&gt;Fear of being hurt,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll admit it,&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel as if I don’t belong here,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m here for the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;When I find a love,&lt;br /&gt;We will be together forever,&lt;br /&gt;Through all the hard times,&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mean everything I say,&lt;br /&gt;It’s just my heart taking me,&lt;br /&gt;Leading me,&lt;br /&gt;To where I want to be.&lt;div 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Heart'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-4073040598424407117</id><published>2009-06-10T19:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:56:01.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>Oh it’s here,&lt;br /&gt;Confirmation time.&lt;br /&gt;The time of year,&lt;br /&gt;It just gets deeper,&lt;br /&gt;People who care.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know her?&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen her?&lt;br /&gt;Who?!&lt;br /&gt;The red hair,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet smile.&lt;br /&gt;And the type,&lt;br /&gt;Type you see the Lord shine through.&lt;br /&gt;Someone inconceivable,&lt;br /&gt;Staggering,&lt;br /&gt;One word, deep.&lt;br /&gt;Yes deep!&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than any “Sea of Love”.&lt;br /&gt;Depth in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;So countless.&lt;br /&gt;Personality that’s more admirable than&lt;br /&gt;The stars in which we sleep under,&lt;br /&gt;A friend so understanding,&lt;br /&gt;I must ask her,&lt;br /&gt;Advice beyond advice&lt;br /&gt;Secretive for your own good&lt;br /&gt;A friend beyond a friend&lt;br /&gt;Look deep into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And you will see,&lt;br /&gt;Just what she is about.&lt;br /&gt;It shines through brighter,&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than any light,&lt;br /&gt;Than any star,&lt;br /&gt;Than any sun.&lt;br /&gt;Look into her heart,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find there’s nothing to hide.&lt;br /&gt;People come, people go,&lt;br /&gt;You look for those to be there,&lt;br /&gt;She will.&lt;br /&gt;That I know.&lt;br /&gt;At the playground,&lt;br /&gt;I used to play.&lt;br /&gt;Not realizing that someday,&lt;br /&gt;I still might have lots of friends.&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever destroy her plans,&lt;br /&gt;She’s determined to win.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know her mind,&lt;br /&gt;but I might as well.&lt;br /&gt;She’s like a rose.&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;So colorful,&lt;br /&gt;So caring to the world around,&lt;br /&gt;Yet still stands tall,&lt;br /&gt;Because her road will never end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-4073040598424407117?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4073040598424407117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=4073040598424407117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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calm,&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of a past,&lt;br /&gt;But still thoughts of gaiety&lt;br /&gt;Yet still danced in my head.&lt;br /&gt;The sun,&lt;br /&gt;Yet still so bright,&lt;br /&gt;It shined,&lt;br /&gt;Shined,&lt;br /&gt;Something I wanted to do,&lt;br /&gt;But can’t.&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;It shined as I slowly tan,&lt;br /&gt;With a patient mind in reflection&lt;br /&gt;Of what the future had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t want to burn,&lt;br /&gt;I want to tan,&lt;br /&gt;Dark.&lt;br /&gt;I’d swear, I’ll live forever,&lt;br /&gt;Live in complete joy,&lt;br /&gt;Or die,&lt;br /&gt;Die in complete pain,&lt;br /&gt;Suffering,&lt;br /&gt;Suffering of what?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Not even a thought crosses my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I burn inside,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not getting burned,&lt;br /&gt;I burn,&lt;br /&gt;Far brighter,&lt;br /&gt;Far stronger,&lt;br /&gt;And I still don’t know what’s to come.&lt;br /&gt;I see a flame,&lt;br /&gt;But that’s only me,&lt;br /&gt;A me that is still trying,&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-7508378091759329726?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7508378091759329726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=7508378091759329726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/7508378091759329726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/7508378091759329726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/flame-inside.html' title='The Flame Inside'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-2426679772537357204</id><published>2009-06-10T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:55:23.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought of Your Face</title><content type='html'>A face so unbelievable,&lt;br /&gt;But more than just a face,&lt;br /&gt;Someone so unique,&lt;br /&gt;One word.&lt;br /&gt;Conspicuous.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Distinguished.&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;But more than just a face,&lt;br /&gt;Well endowed,&lt;br /&gt;Smart,&lt;br /&gt;Athletic,&lt;br /&gt;Vivacious.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You already have it,&lt;br /&gt;But don’t let go.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let go.&lt;br /&gt;Even a mother could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I must continue to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating the day.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping my distinct voice is heard.&lt;br /&gt;Is it?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really heard?&lt;br /&gt;My sincere decision.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody’s listening.&lt;br /&gt;A sound decision,&lt;br /&gt;And yet no one listens.&lt;br /&gt;I yearn,&lt;br /&gt;Yearn to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;Not only by the world,&lt;br /&gt;In which my sincere decision took over,&lt;br /&gt;But by those in which it was meant.&lt;br /&gt;A person was asked to find out.&lt;br /&gt;Find, you, out.&lt;br /&gt;I had to know,&lt;br /&gt;I needed to know,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;What was in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;A secret was kept,&lt;br /&gt;Kept so that I wouldn’t hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But it hurt,&lt;br /&gt;I bleed,&lt;br /&gt;But it stopped bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;After a thought.&lt;br /&gt;What thought?&lt;br /&gt;A thought of comfortness.&lt;br /&gt;Warmth filled my soul,&lt;br /&gt;As I thought,&lt;br /&gt;Thought of many things,&lt;br /&gt;A decision.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;Wait with only the patience of a wise man.&lt;br /&gt;All tranquil,&lt;br /&gt;All silent,&lt;br /&gt;All the time I want.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that time is on my side,&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll wait.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-2426679772537357204?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2426679772537357204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-4305034480004787902</id><published>2009-06-10T19:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:55:01.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Why Begins and Ends</title><content type='html'>When life was getting good,&lt;br /&gt;It seems I left,&lt;br /&gt;Left,&lt;br /&gt;What did I leave?&lt;br /&gt;I left&lt;br /&gt;Just left.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why a four leaf clover,&lt;br /&gt;Why Deth Ro,&lt;br /&gt;Why aren’t we colorless,&lt;br /&gt;My feelings have again succeeded&lt;br /&gt;In confusing me,&lt;br /&gt;But I like the way it looks,&lt;br /&gt;Distorted but beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I’m dead,&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I sit upon my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of absolutely nothing,&lt;br /&gt;But my mind is wondering,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of so many things,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I’m still thinking of nothing,&lt;br /&gt;My mood is yet like the color blue,&lt;br /&gt;Always tranquil,&lt;br /&gt;And yet I still bleed,&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;Questions constantly arrest my persona,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is whatever,&lt;br /&gt;A phenomenon that consists of life and death,&lt;br /&gt;I tear my own thoughts with my own&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastically piercing blades.&lt;br /&gt;Very distorted,&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;Why is back,&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we killing each other,&lt;br /&gt;Why, why, why?!&lt;br /&gt;Someone has shown me the way,&lt;br /&gt;I remember,&lt;br /&gt;I left,&lt;br /&gt;Left on a path of sitting,&lt;br /&gt;I found something,&lt;br /&gt;Found a goal,&lt;br /&gt;But what is a goal,&lt;br /&gt;Something up ahead,&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me going,&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me walking,&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it?&lt;br /&gt;How is it?&lt;br /&gt;Some things keeps me pushing,&lt;br /&gt;What?!&lt;br /&gt;Back to why.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want it,&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;It’s distorted,&lt;br /&gt;But it’s beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Damn beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-4305034480004787902?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4305034480004787902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=4305034480004787902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/4305034480004787902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/4305034480004787902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-why-begins-and-ends.html' title='Where the Why Begins and Ends'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-5081272818104268176</id><published>2009-06-10T19:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:54:40.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Point of No Return</title><content type='html'>Right now life is hard,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve hit,&lt;br /&gt;Hit something,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe big maybe small,&lt;br /&gt;It’s something big,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t go back,&lt;br /&gt;Forward is the only way,&lt;br /&gt;A long way,&lt;br /&gt;A hard way,&lt;br /&gt;An unknown way.&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking both ways,&lt;br /&gt;One way I see a big something,&lt;br /&gt;That something is unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;The other way is eternal.&lt;br /&gt;Eternity is so far,&lt;br /&gt;So far,&lt;br /&gt;So far, so much, with so little.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back through the big something,&lt;br /&gt;But can’t beat it,&lt;br /&gt;I want it,&lt;br /&gt;But can’t have it.&lt;br /&gt;I look the other way again,&lt;br /&gt;As I look,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t see,&lt;br /&gt;There’s too much to see,&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t push myself to go.&lt;br /&gt;As I turn again,&lt;br /&gt;Fear overcomes my body,&lt;br /&gt;As I know there’s no chance,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m stubborn,&lt;br /&gt;I’m in total confusion,&lt;br /&gt;Which way should I go?&lt;br /&gt;Which way was meant for me to go?&lt;br /&gt;Which way do I really want to go?&lt;br /&gt;I’m stuck,&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid,&lt;br /&gt;I’m confused.&lt;br /&gt;I know what’s behind me,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what’s ahead of me,&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m trembling with fear,&lt;br /&gt;For both ways are big.&lt;br /&gt;One is a big something,&lt;br /&gt;The other a big path in life.&lt;br /&gt;I start on the path,&lt;br /&gt;No turning back.&lt;br /&gt;But I want to see it again,&lt;br /&gt;I take a last look,&lt;br /&gt;But no I look,&lt;br /&gt;I stare,&lt;br /&gt;I become obsessed,&lt;br /&gt;I head back,&lt;br /&gt;But I shouldn’t,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t turn the other way,&lt;br /&gt;Not a chance.&lt;br /&gt;I reach the Big Something,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t move it,&lt;br /&gt;I know it,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no way around it,&lt;br /&gt;It’s hopeless,&lt;br /&gt;I know it,&lt;br /&gt;I sit in sorrow and despair,&lt;br /&gt;I inspect it,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a way,&lt;br /&gt;I look,&lt;br /&gt;I see now,&lt;br /&gt;The Big Something is really,&lt;br /&gt;A Big Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;That nothing is The Point of No Return,&lt;br /&gt;Where I will lie forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-5081272818104268176?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5081272818104268176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=5081272818104268176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/5081272818104268176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/5081272818104268176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/point-of-no-return.html' title='Point of No Return'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-4701408621420475915</id><published>2009-06-10T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:54:16.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coming of Christ</title><content type='html'>Once I came here to play,&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to lay down and hit the sack,&lt;br /&gt;For I will begin a new life,&lt;br /&gt;Without a love, or without my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I must go on strong,&lt;br /&gt;Strong,&lt;br /&gt;But I know I won’t go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;As we pull further and further&lt;br /&gt;Towards the holidays,&lt;br /&gt;The sky becomes gray,&lt;br /&gt;The winds whip up,&lt;br /&gt;And the love and peace in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;For the Christmas holiday is the best to offer,&lt;br /&gt;For your family, or for your friends,&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearts will mend.&lt;br /&gt;For the peace and love of the magic,&lt;br /&gt;Of the holiday season has come.&lt;br /&gt;Soon it will be gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-4701408621420475915?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4701408621420475915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=4701408621420475915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/4701408621420475915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/4701408621420475915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/coming-of-christ.html' title='The Coming of Christ'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-1964676767734310842</id><published>2009-06-10T19:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:53:34.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Lord I’ve come&lt;br /&gt;Back&lt;br /&gt;Back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have taught me&lt;br /&gt;And Lord I know I will continue to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have shown&lt;br /&gt;Me I’ve grown&lt;br /&gt;And Lord I know I will still grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have shown me your love&lt;br /&gt;And Lord I know my love is all for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you have shown&lt;br /&gt;Me the way&lt;br /&gt;And Lord I know my life is just for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-1964676767734310842?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1964676767734310842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=1964676767734310842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/1964676767734310842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/1964676767734310842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-5312158203781160934</id><published>2009-06-10T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:52:46.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Love (revised)</title><content type='html'>Just a month ago, I didn’t think I could ever love.&lt;br /&gt;Before then I had been praying to the lord above.&lt;br /&gt;I know now that dreams come true,&lt;br /&gt;I can tell just by looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;When I’m around you I feel as if I’m dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;But I know it’s for real when I see your eyes gleaming.&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes I seem shy,&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I look you straight in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;And then I know just how beautiful you really are.&lt;br /&gt;I made mistakes in the past,&lt;br /&gt;But I want this time to last,&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-5312158203781160934?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5312158203781160934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=5312158203781160934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/5312158203781160934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/5312158203781160934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-love-revised.html' title='Our Love (revised)'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-852744450724620062</id><published>2009-06-10T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:52:16.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Love</title><content type='html'>Just a month ago, I didn’t think&lt;br /&gt;that I could ever love.&lt;br /&gt;Before then I had been praying to the&lt;br /&gt;Lord above.&lt;br /&gt;I know now that dreams can come true,&lt;br /&gt;just because I’m looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t known you for too long,&lt;br /&gt;So I don’t want anything to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;When I’m around you I feel as if I’m dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;But I know it’s for real ‘cause I see your eyes gleaming.&lt;br /&gt;You know right now this love is for real,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’ve written me a poem that is so ideal.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I’ve written this poem for you,&lt;br /&gt;I can say to myself,&lt;br /&gt;That I love you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-852744450724620062?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/852744450724620062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=852744450724620062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/852744450724620062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/852744450724620062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-love.html' title='Our Love'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-6970052136584577241</id><published>2009-06-10T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:51:45.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose</title><content type='html'>Love is never lost,&lt;br /&gt;It’s just simply misplaced.&lt;br /&gt;Usually in the hands of someone else,&lt;br /&gt;Passed on like a fresh rose.&lt;br /&gt;The rose slowly dies,&lt;br /&gt;As does the love.&lt;br /&gt;After finding the misplaced rose,&lt;br /&gt;You look again and its just a bud.&lt;br /&gt;The bud them grows and matures,&lt;br /&gt;As does the love.&lt;br /&gt;Like the rose,&lt;br /&gt;A relationship needs love and care to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes broken hearts lie bleeding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-6970052136584577241?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6970052136584577241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=6970052136584577241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/6970052136584577241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/6970052136584577241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/rose.html' title='The Rose'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681541391373622674.post-4682618261858721747</id><published>2009-06-10T19:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:00:47.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog</title><content type='html'>This will contain only my poetry.  I already have a blog for photographs and my biker/everyday blog.  I feel that the poetry does not really belong or fit on either.  I am going to start at the beginning of my poetry days, and work my way backwards adding several at a time.  It will be a while before is current.  Until then, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many "untitled" poems.  I was unable to come up with a name when it was written.  I have not gone thru them again to try...so if you think of a good name let me know.  It may be best to comment on that specific one so I know exactly which one you are talking about.  Thanx for visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681541391373622674-4682618261858721747?l=rollingprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4682618261858721747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681541391373622674&amp;postID=4682618261858721747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/4682618261858721747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681541391373622674/posts/default/4682618261858721747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-blog.html' title='This blog'/><author><name>Smooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13598939197562718074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzWvwQwItLo/Sxf4EgFjs-I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/04op74xMM9o/S220/smooth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
