<?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-21049824</id><updated>2011-09-06T00:21:59.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating the Nothingness of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>On the tip of my tongue, an offensive is poised and rearing... My intention, a bullet, my body, a trigger finger... my pen is a pistola!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Latebloomer1985</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13308232829006979428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21049824.post-114449567623728600</id><published>2006-04-08T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T04:27:56.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROMANCE IN BLACK AND WHITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And in this picture&lt;br /&gt;Things could’ve been better off&lt;br /&gt;If the protagonist&lt;br /&gt;Just took her hand and ran off&lt;br /&gt;But it’s true&lt;br /&gt;As for most stories we’ve seen&lt;br /&gt;Black is new&lt;br /&gt;When the good guy is not so keen&lt;br /&gt;And in this story&lt;br /&gt;Things would’ve ended happily&lt;br /&gt;Not like reality&lt;br /&gt;Where things can end up in catastrophe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And in this story love is defined as forever, Never had a beginning, so we will see the end never, And where feelings are frozen and words can’t be taken back, Things always seem to end happily when they are shaded in just white and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen is bursting&lt;br /&gt;As you are like an actor pretending&lt;br /&gt;Love is lasting&lt;br /&gt;Only until where the limelight is shining&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t blame you&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s really funny to see me as so&lt;br /&gt;But when it’s over&lt;br /&gt;I find it so hard to let you go&lt;br /&gt;Because when you’re acting&lt;br /&gt;It seems so real and very well trimmed&lt;br /&gt;But what is lacking&lt;br /&gt;Is continuity consistent when lights are dimmed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-114449567623728600?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114449567623728600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21049824&amp;postID=114449567623728600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/114449567623728600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/114449567623728600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/2006/04/romance-in-black-and-white-and-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Latebloomer1985</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13308232829006979428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21049824.post-114448797046283294</id><published>2006-04-08T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T02:19:30.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAITING LINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look my way and fake a tear&lt;br /&gt;And see me running crazily through these streets&lt;br /&gt;Peer through your window and I am here&lt;br /&gt;With that just slide the curtains and hit the sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I’ll be waiting from the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be yours and finally you’ll be mine&lt;br /&gt;Just as soon as soon as I pass the waiting sign&lt;br /&gt;I will shine, and we will shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’d like to think&lt;br /&gt;That at the front you are also waiting&lt;br /&gt;And without hesitation&lt;br /&gt;When you see me you’ll come running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I came here&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to say nothing to show&lt;br /&gt;Just this intention&lt;br /&gt;Just this thought that you should already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I’ve been waiting from the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;To be yours and for you to be mine&lt;br /&gt;And I never took notice of your warning sign&lt;br /&gt;Please be mine, Oh please be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally when we meet face to face,&lt;br /&gt;And then you find you don’t like the taste&lt;br /&gt;You send me of with bitter haste&lt;br /&gt;I’ll fall in line again just to see your face&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-114448797046283294?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21049824.post-114406685897305502</id><published>2006-04-03T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T05:33:52.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOLD TO FIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have learned&lt;br /&gt;How to bend and how to fold&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s harder than it looks&lt;br /&gt;More painful than what they told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for myself&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering where he went&lt;br /&gt;I’m used to seeing me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember being bent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to put you down&lt;br /&gt;From that pedestal your standing&lt;br /&gt;Always looking up&lt;br /&gt;It's my time your wasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s your way or mine&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t matter to me you see&lt;br /&gt;If I knew you were running&lt;br /&gt;Running to be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a question of time?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a question for me&lt;br /&gt;Answers come from years&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll stay here to see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-114406685897305502?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114406685897305502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21049824&amp;postID=114406685897305502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/114406685897305502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/114406685897305502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/2006/04/fold-to-fit-lately-i-have-learned-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Latebloomer1985</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13308232829006979428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21049824.post-114385961750610876</id><published>2006-03-31T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T05:26:03.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLACED AND MEASURED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely figured out why&lt;br /&gt;Love is a constellation&lt;br /&gt;Connect the points&lt;br /&gt;Shadows are gaps of compromise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When left to imagination&lt;br /&gt;Everything is perfect&lt;br /&gt;I am here as you are&lt;br /&gt;Though real numbers will never lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try to understand it’s not you its me I've some problems keeping up with thoughts that come from my chest, It’s better sometimes not to hear them but you see, seeing you makes me think twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly unintentioned&lt;br /&gt;Lacking all the planning&lt;br /&gt;I came here with nothing&lt;br /&gt;And yet I’m leaving with even less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where am I to stand now?&lt;br /&gt;Fearing misdirection&lt;br /&gt;Drew a line between&lt;br /&gt;I find myself on the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to see that it’s not me, Its this heart that’s calling, If I had my way I’d forget your name and sail away, And save myself from this pain that’s sure to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Chasing what I’m dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Checking all the angles&lt;br /&gt;Fool run through&lt;br /&gt;Knowing there is no way I could win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what you’re doing&lt;br /&gt;I’m learning my place&lt;br /&gt;Tripped on my own lace&lt;br /&gt;Now Im standing up battered and bruised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-114385961750610876?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114385961750610876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21049824&amp;postID=114385961750610876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/114385961750610876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/114385961750610876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/2006/03/placed-and-measured-barely-figured-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Latebloomer1985</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13308232829006979428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21049824.post-114312587257047784</id><published>2006-03-23T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T06:57:52.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I’m torn between hope and reason&lt;br /&gt;Left my voice with that kid at the hall&lt;br /&gt;It’s sure is warm in the summer season&lt;br /&gt;When pillows are all there is to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I get lost in familiar places&lt;br /&gt;Street signs point me nowhere near&lt;br /&gt;I follow them through empty spaces&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find some peace of mind here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought my heart in lieu of my logic&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I brought the right one&lt;br /&gt;Because when I see you think nothing of it&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I feel like something’s undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still this shadow makes good conversation&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm is the only thing that’s clever today&lt;br /&gt;Discretion is a loud mans creation&lt;br /&gt;When he feels the world knows what he’ll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think of what you are thinking&lt;br /&gt;I have to figure things out around here first&lt;br /&gt;Shrinking through the sheets I am sinking&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that my heart will surely burst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-114312587257047784?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21049824.post-114277719331148053</id><published>2006-03-19T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:02:18.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THOSE EYES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s something about those eyes&lt;br /&gt;As you are my pleasant surprise&lt;br /&gt;My heart soars across the skies&lt;br /&gt;Because I’ll rest love on those eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me secrets never known&lt;br /&gt;I see feelings though never shown&lt;br /&gt;Like wind is invisible and clear&lt;br /&gt;Your love is felt be sure my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I see you now standing there&lt;br /&gt;I feel the warmth from you stare&lt;br /&gt;Show me the window to your soul&lt;br /&gt;Take me places I want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, though the clouds weep&lt;br /&gt;I’ll have you here sound asleep&lt;br /&gt;In my arms you’ll dream forever&lt;br /&gt;Kiss your cheek so soft and tender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still you rest, when sunshine breaks&lt;br /&gt;Morning comes the night it takes&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes as to so they may&lt;br /&gt;Tell me things they said yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-114277719331148053?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114277719331148053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21049824&amp;postID=114277719331148053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/114277719331148053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/114277719331148053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/2006/03/those-eyes-but-theres-something-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Latebloomer1985</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13308232829006979428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21049824.post-114270034002101531</id><published>2006-03-18T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:02:42.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANCX'S DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say were dust fallen from the stars&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really knows who you are&lt;br /&gt;We’re puzzle pieces, just a part&lt;br /&gt;Of a bigger scheme, a work of art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A masterpiece, His master plan&lt;br /&gt;A symphony that’s written on the sand&lt;br /&gt;God gave melody and you the bridge&lt;br /&gt;You are the music He brought to the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today the birds will sing for you&lt;br /&gt;And the skies will be clear and blue&lt;br /&gt;The winds will blow and whisper&lt;br /&gt;And they will be talking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because without you how could we be&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful in others eyes completely?&lt;br /&gt;When God chose you specifically&lt;br /&gt;As the puzzle piece right next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight stars will shine for you&lt;br /&gt;The air is quiet but it will soothe&lt;br /&gt;As we look back we’ll know it’s true&lt;br /&gt;That this day was especially for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you’ve lost faith in you&lt;br /&gt;You are left without a clue&lt;br /&gt;Just remember this day …&lt;br /&gt;The day when the world stops for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANCX =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-114270034002101531?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114270034002101531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21049824&amp;postID=114270034002101531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/114270034002101531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/114270034002101531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/2006/03/mancxs-day-they-say-were-dust-fallen.html' title=''/><author><name>Latebloomer1985</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13308232829006979428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21049824.post-114217074819615160</id><published>2006-03-12T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T05:39:08.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALIZATIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well this concludes my 2 month psychology project. And what have I accomplished while contemplating the nothingness of life? I can't really say at this point. Did I become a better person because of this endeavor? perhaps, maybe my vocabulary is better because of this. I'm not really sure. But for someone who really has no genuine outlet for these things I think that it helped me through certain phases in my life that I've faced. I highly recomend starting a blog to those who are interested in doing so. I believe that it is a great way to channel ones energy in a semi-productive manner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though I write with real emotions and real feelings. The stuff I write about are mostly fictional. I did not write about my own relationships and such because I believe that if I did that then I would limit my writing. Well my life is indeed interesting to a certain level I just believe that there are more things I could write about if I did not focus on it. Though most of my work came out cheesy I really tried steer away from the mushy stuff and really just try to write things never been written about before. Honestly I really tried. But I guess if thats what comes out then I can do nothing now at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More realizations after writing 9 potential songs? Song writing is tough work! only now that I've tried it for myself can I appreciate the writings of others fully. I found out that there is more to writing than making the last words of your sentences rhyme. And figuring out the right formula to writing songs was a fun challenge for me. It was tough at times but it stimulated learning within me and in a way tickled my brain. "Mental Spelunking" as my highschool philosophy teacher would say. I realized that it is one thing to write with your brain and it is another thing to write with your heart. and mixing both can be an explosive drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More realizations after spilling my brain farts into writing? Song writing is not for me. Its one of those things that you love and which don't love you back. Hehe. Well I think after this I'll still continue writing though. It was a great experience for me still regardless whether I wrote well or not. Just the thought of "creating something out of nothing" gives me a certain sense of satisfaction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HIgh points of this project? well some people actually read my work and liked it! YES believe it or not! theres my MOM, LOLA, TITA, and a few others whom I payed to read my blog. Just kidding. Well knowing that you are able to share a piece of yourself to others and them actually acknowledging it and accepting it gives you a certain sense of pride. It feels good to be accepted and for my work to be actually appreciated by other people is BLISS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Low points of this project? well I always ask people for constructive criticism. And I tell you now, It is no fun to be criticized. It is a pain in the ass to hear somebody bash your work for the sake of bashing it. And it really ticked me off listening to their outrageous comments. Well hard as it was I tried my best to listen and to take in their criticisms I used it to fuel my new works and into making them better. I realized that no matter how good you think your work is there is someone out there ready to put your self esteem down. My advice is not to ignore the person but to listen to what they are trying to say. Take it in and use it to make yourself better in any way possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Final realization? Well this is more like a confirmation. Yes reader... I am the Ultimate CHEEZEBALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks for taking time to read about the nothingness of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-114217074819615160?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114217074819615160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21049824&amp;postID=114217074819615160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/114217074819615160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/114217074819615160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/2006/03/realizations-well-this-concludes-my-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Latebloomer1985</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13308232829006979428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21049824.post-114016191352072761</id><published>2006-02-16T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:04:26.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A HUMBLE REPLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me who you are&lt;br /&gt;I answered you are Messiah&lt;br /&gt;but surely there is something more&lt;br /&gt;more than what we take you for&lt;br /&gt;You are more than Messiah to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when I was afraid&lt;br /&gt;Terrified of the rocking sea&lt;br /&gt;You went out and calmed the storm&lt;br /&gt;You embraced to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me who you are&lt;br /&gt;I answered you are my Friend&lt;br /&gt;but surely there is something more&lt;br /&gt;more than what we take you for&lt;br /&gt;You are more than a Bestfriend to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when I was deaf&lt;br /&gt;I asked you to make me hear&lt;br /&gt;You lay your loving hands on me&lt;br /&gt;and now the faintest whisper is clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me who you are&lt;br /&gt;I answered you are the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;but surely there is something more&lt;br /&gt;more than what we take you for&lt;br /&gt;You are more than the Lamb to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when I was astray&lt;br /&gt;the path was shrouded with sin&lt;br /&gt;You went out of your way&lt;br /&gt;to make my new life begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me who you are&lt;br /&gt;I answered you are my Father&lt;br /&gt;but surely there is something more&lt;br /&gt;more than what we take you for&lt;br /&gt;You are more than a Father to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took me back with no question&lt;br /&gt;Though I ran away from our home&lt;br /&gt;ring on my finger and sandals on my feet&lt;br /&gt;I realized I can't make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me who you are&lt;br /&gt;I answered you are King&lt;br /&gt;but surely there is something more&lt;br /&gt;more than what we take you for&lt;br /&gt;You are more than King to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when the world is yours&lt;br /&gt;Residing in the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;You came down and became man&lt;br /&gt;just to show the world of your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me who you are&lt;br /&gt;I answered you are my Brother&lt;br /&gt;but surely there is something more&lt;br /&gt;more than what we take you for&lt;br /&gt;You are more than Brother to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when I asked for bread&lt;br /&gt;Without question you fed me&lt;br /&gt;Gave Your life to me and said&lt;br /&gt;For me you will suffer greatly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me who you are&lt;br /&gt;I answered you are Almighty&lt;br /&gt;but surely there is something more&lt;br /&gt;more than what we take you for&lt;br /&gt;You are more than Almighty to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because though you have the power&lt;br /&gt;You were like an angel undercover&lt;br /&gt;when we found you in a manger&lt;br /&gt;led by a bright star to discover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me who you are&lt;br /&gt;I answered you are my light&lt;br /&gt;but surely there is something more&lt;br /&gt;more than what we take you for&lt;br /&gt;You are more than a light to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when I was cold&lt;br /&gt;I felt you in the warmth of the sun&lt;br /&gt;And when I felt lost and old&lt;br /&gt;you held out your hand for me to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me who you are&lt;br /&gt;I answered you are my Father, my Brother,&lt;br /&gt;my friend, my light, my Healer, my Savior&lt;br /&gt;But surely You must be something more&lt;br /&gt;more than what we take You for&lt;br /&gt;You are more than Messiah to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-114016191352072761?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114016191352072761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21049824&amp;postID=114016191352072761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/114016191352072761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/114016191352072761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/2006/02/humble-reply-you-asked-me-who-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Latebloomer1985</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13308232829006979428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21049824.post-113900638182314384</id><published>2006-02-03T14:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:08:12.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORNING PRAYER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the morning rain&lt;br /&gt;Washing away the pain&lt;br /&gt;He tells me the road ahead is hard and heavy&lt;br /&gt;I breathe away the stain&lt;br /&gt;That's Driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;He tells me he will guide me clear and steady&lt;br /&gt;I must now choose a lane&lt;br /&gt;her weight is my bane&lt;br /&gt;He tells me he will show me when I am ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May this day be a prayer to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and ears&lt;br /&gt;Rain will hide my tears&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands to show my last surrender&lt;br /&gt;waiting all these years&lt;br /&gt;He crushes all my fears&lt;br /&gt;I praise his name coz I have found my maker&lt;br /&gt;Though twilight draws near&lt;br /&gt;The road is here and clear&lt;br /&gt;I run straight to him, no roads now meander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May this day be a prayer to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieve his loving grace&lt;br /&gt;Takes me to a higher place&lt;br /&gt;I feel my soul and it's not still any longer&lt;br /&gt;I feel his mighty gaze&lt;br /&gt;Drying the pain in my face&lt;br /&gt;I know he knows me and the fact makes me stronger&lt;br /&gt;He holds me, In any case&lt;br /&gt;He has given me a taste&lt;br /&gt;The Shadow is no match for the light that I hunger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May this day be a prayer to you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-113900638182314384?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113900638182314384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21049824&amp;postID=113900638182314384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/113900638182314384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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brand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of this two story castle made out of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gona be you and me I got it all planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In this two story castle made out of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We'll fix the place ofcourse it will be grand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In This two story castle made out of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We could have a few kids and make up a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In this two story castle made out of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Come away with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a place of extreme scenery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;walk today with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and we will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chasing tides for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This will be our getaway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our very own hideaway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could find a way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We could just run away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Fly away...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our view will be the sea touching land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From this two story castle made of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We'll stay in all night all day we will, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Make love in this two story castle of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There will be harsh winds but it will stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This two story castle made out of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And if you dont find rest I'll hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keep you warm, this castle made out of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Come away with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a place of extreme scenery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;walk today with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and we will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chasing tides for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This will be our getaway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our very own hideaway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could find a way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We could just run away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Fly away...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-113845005256971721?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113845005256971721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21049824&amp;postID=113845005256971721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/113845005256971721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/113845005256971721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/2006/01/sandcastle-lady-would-you-be-queen.html' title=''/><author><name>Latebloomer1985</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13308232829006979428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21049824.post-113793656258049477</id><published>2006-01-22T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:07:19.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COME TO ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially lonely&lt;br /&gt;won't you &lt;strong&gt;come to me&lt;/strong&gt; tonight?&lt;br /&gt;take the form of a kiss&lt;br /&gt;that will leave my mouth watery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially lonely&lt;br /&gt;won't you &lt;strong&gt;come to me&lt;/strong&gt; tonight?&lt;br /&gt;in the form of a breath&lt;br /&gt;the type that's warm and sultry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially lonely&lt;br /&gt;won't you &lt;strong&gt;come to me&lt;/strong&gt; tonight?&lt;br /&gt;take the form of a touch&lt;br /&gt;that will lift my spirit slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially lonely&lt;br /&gt;won't you &lt;strong&gt;come to me&lt;/strong&gt; tonight?&lt;br /&gt;in the form of a vision&lt;br /&gt;the type that will my eyes blurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially lonely&lt;br /&gt;won't you &lt;strong&gt;come to me&lt;/strong&gt; tonight?&lt;br /&gt;take the form of a smile&lt;br /&gt;that will make me feel a little cheezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially lonely&lt;br /&gt;won't you &lt;strong&gt;come to me&lt;/strong&gt; tonight?&lt;br /&gt;In the form of a song&lt;br /&gt;the type that will satisy and soothe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because at this moment&lt;br /&gt;Bliss is not so distant&lt;br /&gt;If only you &lt;strong&gt;come to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so won't you &lt;strong&gt;come to me&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blow my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You set me free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come to me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-113793656258049477?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113793656258049477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21049824&amp;postID=113793656258049477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/113793656258049477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/113793656258049477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/2006/01/come-to-me-im-officially-lonely-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>Latebloomer1985</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13308232829006979428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21049824.post-113767825179921932</id><published>2006-01-19T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:06:35.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNCHARMER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Here's another,&lt;br /&gt;The sound surrender&lt;br /&gt;The type that gets stuck in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is the girl,&lt;br /&gt;She who played the world&lt;br /&gt;The one who left us spinning while it bled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In more ways than one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You captivate the sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now we're left undone...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who d'ya think you are&lt;br /&gt;Bringing us thus far&lt;br /&gt;playing us for the fools that we really are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the world&lt;br /&gt;Taking it back at her&lt;br /&gt;realizing that we were never in her care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now here comes the sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;having its little fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now she's the one undone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-113767825179921932?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113767825179921932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21049824&amp;postID=113767825179921932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/113767825179921932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/113767825179921932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/2006/01/suncharmer-now-heres-another-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Latebloomer1985</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13308232829006979428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21049824.post-113759456941251628</id><published>2006-01-18T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:06:16.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing more&lt;br /&gt;here for my eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;It takes a hold of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vast horizon&lt;br /&gt;held in a mystery&lt;br /&gt;The cliff it lifts me&lt;br /&gt;to see eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questioning soul&lt;br /&gt;takes to the wind to see&lt;br /&gt;what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;When I set myself free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say to the wind&lt;br /&gt;I'ts now just you and me&lt;br /&gt;You direct your breath&lt;br /&gt;Where I should really be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today can not wait&lt;br /&gt;to become tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;As I can not wait&lt;br /&gt;tread a path so narrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-113759456941251628?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113759456941251628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21049824&amp;postID=113759456941251628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/113759456941251628'/><link rel='self' 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I need to let it out so I can get rid of it... I figured its just a phase and I'm hoping I get over this hump really soon. BERWITME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-113758789661222846?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113758789661222846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21049824&amp;postID=113758789661222846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/113758789661222846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/113758789661222846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-these-first-few-posts-are-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Latebloomer1985</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13308232829006979428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21049824.post-113758771957555680</id><published>2006-01-18T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:05:37.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY IS HE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will never know how your words soothe me&lt;br /&gt;Though I will never try to let it out and let it be&lt;br /&gt;Because by doing so I just might miss the spark&lt;br /&gt;When you bring to me the light that hides the dark&lt;br /&gt;Where are you standing in the great scheme of things?&lt;br /&gt;Are you that sweet taste that the summer brings?&lt;br /&gt;The trees shed their shelter upon the autumn moon&lt;br /&gt;Just like we do when things like this end oh so soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy is he who is near because he can see you&lt;br /&gt;But happier is the man who believes you can come true&lt;br /&gt;Though blind is the man who shares in this belief&lt;br /&gt;Because happiest is the man who steals you like a thief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-113758771957555680?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113758771957555680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21049824&amp;postID=113758771957555680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Neon lights illuminate&lt;br /&gt;Her unblackened waves&lt;br /&gt;her sweet breath&lt;br /&gt;takes a hint of alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two stars as her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Shy away infinitely in the night&lt;br /&gt;They are distant and unknown&lt;br /&gt;But they are happy to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pictures in her skin let me know&lt;br /&gt;The things shes been through&lt;br /&gt;I assure her I won't let go, though&lt;br /&gt;I know her wings will take her home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if I meet her hand in hand again, I would ask her how, how she made it through what I'm going through right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace signs in her hands,&lt;br /&gt;They let me know its alright&lt;br /&gt;But I know that there will never be&lt;br /&gt;Another night as beautiful as she...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hated&lt;br /&gt;I'm graded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm throwing things upwards today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is broken in two places&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know who to see for this&lt;br /&gt;You've got me tangled in your laces&lt;br /&gt;Running blindly through empty spaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying&lt;br /&gt;Im dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm trying to see the source of light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;but I'm smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm hiding these stream of tears from sight&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you make this morning a little colder&lt;br /&gt;The sun seems a little too lazy today&lt;br /&gt;I sing and I feel a little older&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that I'm also a little wiser today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is my gray morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my gray morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are gray...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21049824-113742158743597396?l=latebloomer1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113742158743597396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21049824&amp;postID=113742158743597396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/113742158743597396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21049824/posts/default/113742158743597396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latebloomer1985.blogspot.com/2006/01/gray-morning-sky-is-gray-in-morning-i.html' 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