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/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Redd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958323952586788667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPjeMdVTPT8/Tu6ZemXFVnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/J82-Wy9n-DY/s220/AvatarPic.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WordsAcrossAPage" /><feedburner:info uri="wordsacrossapage" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>WordsAcrossAPage</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUAQng6eip7ImA9WxJaFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903520188484179731.post-638881595357099594</id><published>2009-08-06T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:27:23.612-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-06T11:27:23.612-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Fade</title><content type="html">Time will tell&lt;br /&gt;Ticking through the day and night&lt;br /&gt;Hours slowly slipping by&lt;br /&gt;It will tell me all is well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt and fear and pain&lt;br /&gt;Growing fainter, healing slower&lt;br /&gt;Dimming like a worn out bulb&lt;br /&gt;Fading like summertime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting to be healed&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never truly be whole&lt;br /&gt;Because I've given a part of me away&lt;br /&gt;And I can't have it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this shadow&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete and unfulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Will watch the time tick&lt;br /&gt;And wait for Spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903520188484179731-638881595357099594?l=wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/feeds/638881595357099594/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/08/fade.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/638881595357099594?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/638881595357099594?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsAcrossAPage/~3/birdhhb5td0/fade.html" title="Fade" /><author><name>Redd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958323952586788667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPjeMdVTPT8/Tu6ZemXFVnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/J82-Wy9n-DY/s220/AvatarPic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/08/fade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4AQH0_eyp7ImA9WxJQEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903520188484179731.post-7146841883393327911</id><published>2009-05-22T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:39:01.343-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-22T10:39:01.343-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>End of Days</title><content type="html">Dangling, I wave you over your inevitable fate&lt;br /&gt;I am about to douse you&lt;br /&gt;Drench you&lt;br /&gt;Scald you&lt;br /&gt;Suck the life out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After your life blood is flowing from you&lt;br /&gt;Swirling around the steaming water&lt;br /&gt;          Blending, melting, dissolving&lt;br /&gt;As a further insult I will smother you&lt;br /&gt;In a sticky yellow mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, I will jab you with metal&lt;br /&gt;Beat you vigorously&lt;br /&gt;Before pulling you out&lt;br /&gt;And rudely discarding you&lt;br /&gt;          You are no good to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tea is delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903520188484179731-7146841883393327911?l=wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/feeds/7146841883393327911/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-days.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/7146841883393327911?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/7146841883393327911?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsAcrossAPage/~3/yqTi75fDWck/end-of-days.html" title="End of Days" /><author><name>Redd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958323952586788667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPjeMdVTPT8/Tu6ZemXFVnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/J82-Wy9n-DY/s220/AvatarPic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-days.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cMQH4yfSp7ImA9WxJRGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903520188484179731.post-8065894101548693479</id><published>2009-05-20T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:38:01.095-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-20T10:38:01.095-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Stability</title><content type="html">Growing and reaching to the sky&lt;br /&gt;The tree stands, majestic and tall&lt;br /&gt;It's round trunk is a fixture&lt;br /&gt;Immovable and impenetrable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it changes through the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It constantly harbors life&lt;br /&gt;          In spring time, the green leaves unfurl&lt;br /&gt;Heralding in new hope for a good year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer brings sunshine and warmth&lt;br /&gt;And the tree provides shade&lt;br /&gt;While every fall, new acorns are shed&lt;br /&gt;Creeping through the grass, trying to grow&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;And then the long cold winter&lt;br /&gt;Bare and brown, but slowly breathing&lt;br /&gt;The years all pass like this&lt;br /&gt;Never changing. never slowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still the lingering oak tree&lt;br /&gt;Stands proud and tall&lt;br /&gt;While the busy world changes around it&lt;br /&gt;          How nice standing still must be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903520188484179731-8065894101548693479?l=wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/feeds/8065894101548693479/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/05/stability.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/8065894101548693479?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/8065894101548693479?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsAcrossAPage/~3/NihkCt7oEOk/stability.html" title="Stability" /><author><name>Redd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958323952586788667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPjeMdVTPT8/Tu6ZemXFVnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/J82-Wy9n-DY/s220/AvatarPic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/05/stability.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMRHw8eyp7ImA9WxJRFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903520188484179731.post-3366866376032537411</id><published>2009-05-18T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:38:05.273-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-18T10:38:05.273-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Chilled</title><content type="html">It is cold here&lt;br /&gt;My breath mists gently&lt;br /&gt;Adding white to balance the grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are hurried, bundled&lt;br /&gt;Snuggled in wool and fleece&lt;br /&gt;Scarves pulled tight around necks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my house it is louder&lt;br /&gt;          Heat running, water boiling&lt;br /&gt;More blankets, more tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold slows it all down&lt;br /&gt;Makes the nights seem longer&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tea is nice&lt;br /&gt;The blankets are nice&lt;br /&gt;Being bundled is nice&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;Winter has a few perks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903520188484179731-3366866376032537411?l=wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/feeds/3366866376032537411/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/05/chilled.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/3366866376032537411?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/3366866376032537411?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsAcrossAPage/~3/D1sva1RvNDw/chilled.html" title="Chilled" /><author><name>Redd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958323952586788667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPjeMdVTPT8/Tu6ZemXFVnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/J82-Wy9n-DY/s220/AvatarPic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/05/chilled.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ECSX0-eSp7ImA9WxJREEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903520188484179731.post-6548565111353972167</id><published>2009-05-11T06:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:47:48.351-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-11T06:47:48.351-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Unexpected</title><content type="html">Did you know that I loved you&lt;br /&gt;The first time I kissed you?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I worshiped&lt;br /&gt;The ground that you walked on?&lt;br /&gt;Did you see in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;That you're all that I wanted?&lt;br /&gt;         Did you feel in my touch&lt;br /&gt;That you're all that I needed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to lose myself&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to walk this winding road&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm here with you&lt;br /&gt;And there's no place I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;The first time that you told me&lt;br /&gt;That you loved me&lt;br /&gt;And now when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I told you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;More than I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903520188484179731-6548565111353972167?l=wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/feeds/6548565111353972167/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/05/unexpected.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/6548565111353972167?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-04T07:51:38.146-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Frozen</title><content type="html">Write me a letter&lt;br /&gt;Paint words on a page that whisper sweetly&lt;br /&gt;Telling me beautiful stories of our life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when it is cold and drafty&lt;br /&gt;I will take them out of a box to read&lt;br /&gt;And each one will be a picture of our past&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;When my hands are thin as the paper&lt;br /&gt;I might show them to our granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;So that she understands how long love can last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some day, they'll be kept in a frame&lt;br /&gt;Memories of long ago people&lt;br /&gt;       Who stand frozen in time, frozen in words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write me a letter&lt;br /&gt;Tell me of the long life we are going to have&lt;br /&gt;Paint our future with your words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903520188484179731-6126121277986848798?l=wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/feeds/6126121277986848798/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/05/frozen.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/6126121277986848798?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/6126121277986848798?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsAcrossAPage/~3/1TxrPRaHMpU/frozen.html" title="Frozen" /><author><name>Redd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958323952586788667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPjeMdVTPT8/Tu6ZemXFVnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/J82-Wy9n-DY/s220/AvatarPic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/05/frozen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEMSX08cCp7ImA9WxJSEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903520188484179731.post-4808878230478223472</id><published>2009-05-01T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:11:28.378-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-01T08:11:28.378-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Sick</title><content type="html">My heart hurts&lt;br /&gt;Lovesick, homesick, comfortsick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to be held&lt;br /&gt;Rocked&lt;br /&gt;Comforted until I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to care&lt;br /&gt;I want to be put first, above all else&lt;br /&gt;Worshiped, revered, held sacred&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Not a frightened lonely little girl&lt;br /&gt;I need your strength to pull me through this&lt;br /&gt;If only you would open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see that I'm struggling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903520188484179731-4808878230478223472?l=wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/feeds/4808878230478223472/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/4808878230478223472?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/4808878230478223472?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsAcrossAPage/~3/bgjjGur4DqU/sick.html" title="Sick" /><author><name>Redd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958323952586788667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPjeMdVTPT8/Tu6ZemXFVnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/J82-Wy9n-DY/s220/AvatarPic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAERXs9fip7ImA9WxJSEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903520188484179731.post-5478704354668952484</id><published>2009-04-29T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:31:44.566-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-29T09:31:44.566-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Gratitude</title><content type="html">All in all&lt;br /&gt;I have to say&lt;br /&gt;After a long and tiring day&lt;br /&gt;Of being perky, nice and sweet&lt;br /&gt;To everyone I have to meet&lt;br /&gt;I feel a deep resentful wish&lt;br /&gt;To turn into a raving bitch&lt;br /&gt;And though sometimes that wish comes true&lt;br /&gt;      And that bitch takes it out on you&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you stick around and say&lt;br /&gt;You love me each and every day&lt;br /&gt;You are my rock, my soul, my heart&lt;br /&gt;And loving you's the easy part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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/><author><name>Redd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958323952586788667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPjeMdVTPT8/Tu6ZemXFVnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/J82-Wy9n-DY/s220/AvatarPic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/04/gratitude.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EDR3g4eCp7ImA9WxJTGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903520188484179731.post-3501408397842696529</id><published>2009-04-27T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:21:16.630-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-27T08:21:16.630-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Regret</title><content type="html">We painted the wall green&lt;br /&gt;It was you who decreed it so&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it to stay white, like canvas&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching you climb the ladder&lt;br /&gt;Feeling regret that I wasn't helping&lt;br /&gt;Too stubborn to do anything but stand still&lt;br /&gt;     Hoping you wouldn't fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were younger then, stronger&lt;br /&gt;And now in the midnight of our lives&lt;br /&gt;With the tides shifting against us&lt;br /&gt;I cling to your light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hope for us&lt;br /&gt;That everything will be okay&lt;br /&gt;     But sometimes I wish we had never painted that wall&lt;br /&gt;I liked when it was beautifully blank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903520188484179731-3501408397842696529?l=wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/feeds/3501408397842696529/comments/default" title="Post 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/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/04/regret.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUGQHs-eyp7ImA9WxJTFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903520188484179731.post-8586662140129677700</id><published>2009-04-24T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:17:01.553-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-24T08:17:01.553-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Illusions</title><content type="html">Swish and sway&lt;br /&gt;To the beat of the drum&lt;br /&gt;To the deep bass rhythm&lt;br /&gt;And the sounds of the melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomp your feet&lt;br /&gt;To the heart of the music&lt;br /&gt;As you twirl in the light&lt;br /&gt;Let it all be a remedy&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Lose yourself&lt;br /&gt;In the steps and the swirls&lt;br /&gt;Of the boys and the girls&lt;br /&gt;As they cast off the misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide yourself&lt;br /&gt;As the world starts to fade&lt;br /&gt;Singers step from the stage&lt;br /&gt;Dancers show their true age&lt;br /&gt;    And we all have to cave&lt;br /&gt;To the end of the melody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903520188484179731-8586662140129677700?l=wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/feeds/8586662140129677700/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/04/illusions.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/8586662140129677700?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-22T08:16:02.892-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Language Barrier</title><content type="html">When I say hello to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm really saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask you how your day was&lt;br /&gt;And what you've been up to&lt;br /&gt;I'm really saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;   And kiss your fingers&lt;br /&gt;And rest them against my face&lt;br /&gt;I'm really saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hug you tight&lt;br /&gt;And bury my face in your neck&lt;br /&gt;And tangle my fingers in your hair&lt;br /&gt;And let out a big sigh&lt;br /&gt;I'm really saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When I say I love you&lt;br /&gt;It's more than words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903520188484179731-3127886642312110743?l=wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/feeds/3127886642312110743/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/04/language-barrier.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/3127886642312110743?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/3127886642312110743?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsAcrossAPage/~3/aE8rNoakzw4/language-barrier.html" title="Language Barrier" 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guitars&lt;div&gt;Music echoing along a line of thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a stream of consciousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singing along steel wires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find the casually picked notes enticing&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;Wishing I could follow the thread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of other peoples fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they progress up and down the neck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am buoyant with lifted energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And calmed with gentle joy&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;As I listen, watch, breathe&lt;/div&gt;I miss the way you used to play to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903520188484179731-6750846631886594689?l=wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/feeds/6750846631886594689/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-ryan.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/6750846631886594689?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/6750846631886594689?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsAcrossAPage/~3/xrmupUaMzig/for-ryan.html" title="For Ryan" /><author><name>Redd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958323952586788667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPjeMdVTPT8/Tu6ZemXFVnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/J82-Wy9n-DY/s220/AvatarPic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-ryan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMERHk8fip7ImA9WxVaGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903520188484179731.post-8938577928780720245</id><published>2009-04-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:00:05.776-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T08:00:05.776-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreams" /><title>Omnipotence</title><content type="html">If I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;I'd give every can of food that was about to expire&lt;br /&gt;To a family in need, so it isn't wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;I would turn all trees that line the city streets&lt;br /&gt; Into fruit trees that people could eat from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;I would take all of the nuclear weapons&lt;br /&gt;And turn them into thornless rose bushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;I would give all the money spent on bottled water&lt;br /&gt; To organizations that build wells in Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;Every house and car in the world would have a solar panel&lt;br /&gt;To offset the amount of energy they use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;The icecaps would stop melting&lt;br /&gt; So the polar bears wouldn't have to drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;All of the guns and bullets&lt;br /&gt;Would vanish, preventing thousands of needless deaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who smoked would realize how bad it was&lt;br /&gt; And they would all quit for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;People wouldn't put mayonnaise on everything&lt;br /&gt;Without asking you first if you like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;It would be cleaner, brighter, happier, well-fed, not thirsty, not melting, non-destructive, peaceful, honest and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;People would be so mad at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903520188484179731-8938577928780720245?l=wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/feeds/8938577928780720245/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/04/omnipotence.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/8938577928780720245?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/8938577928780720245?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsAcrossAPage/~3/mjlfjXf2lnk/omnipotence.html" title="Omnipotence" /><author><name>Redd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958323952586788667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPjeMdVTPT8/Tu6ZemXFVnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/J82-Wy9n-DY/s220/AvatarPic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/04/omnipotence.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIEQHk_fCp7ImA9WxVaGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903520188484179731.post-7134003889000217253</id><published>2009-04-15T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:55:01.744-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-15T09:55:01.744-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Eternal</title><content type="html">You looked wonderful today&lt;br /&gt;And I thought about telling you how gorgeous you are&lt;br /&gt;As you said goodbye to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like it falls on deaf ears&lt;br /&gt;When you tell someone how great they are&lt;br /&gt;They don't always stop to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you I love you every day&lt;br /&gt;And it would never truly explain it&lt;br /&gt;And you would never quite hear it the way I meant it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;After we're forgotten and lost&lt;br /&gt;After time has swallowed every trace of us&lt;br /&gt;My soul will still love your soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903520188484179731-7134003889000217253?l=wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/feeds/7134003889000217253/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/04/eternal.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/7134003889000217253?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/7134003889000217253?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsAcrossAPage/~3/4bomqi-8bNw/eternal.html" title="Eternal" /><author><name>Redd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958323952586788667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPjeMdVTPT8/Tu6ZemXFVnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/J82-Wy9n-DY/s220/AvatarPic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/04/eternal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8ESHwzeip7ImA9WxVaFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903520188484179731.post-448962443346310130</id><published>2009-04-13T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:00:09.282-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-13T08:00:09.282-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="melancholy" /><title>Dichotomy</title><content type="html">How patient I am&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and watching the time pass by&lt;br /&gt;Staring out of a window, longing to be in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I am out of the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;While I wait for your light to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong or sad of me&lt;br /&gt; To wish that you would hurry up and dim?&lt;br /&gt;Should I feel guilty over here&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up in shadow&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pity me&lt;br /&gt;I can wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903520188484179731-448962443346310130?l=wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/feeds/448962443346310130/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/04/dichotomy.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcERH44fCp7ImA9WxVaFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903520188484179731.post-4320662571153945815</id><published>2009-04-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:00:05.034-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-11T08:00:05.034-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Rhythm and Stillness</title><content type="html">The swirls of white pound across the sand&lt;br /&gt;A gentle spray misting up, coating the air&lt;br /&gt;With a thick, luxuriant salt taste&lt;br /&gt;The wind carries the smell of the sea&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of the surf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water recedes around my feet&lt;br /&gt;Dragging tiny grains of sand with it&lt;br /&gt;I push down with my toes&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the strength of the water sink them&lt;br /&gt;Watching them disappear beneath the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind against my face feels like promise, like life&lt;br /&gt;A moment here, with toes in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Brings a world of possibilities to my mind&lt;br /&gt;It's a quiet kind of hope&lt;br /&gt;And I feel my soul lighten with every wave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903520188484179731-4320662571153945815?l=wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/feeds/4320662571153945815/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/04/rhythm-and-stillness.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/4320662571153945815?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903520188484179731/posts/default/4320662571153945815?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsAcrossAPage/~3/D2LxHkcVqs4/rhythm-and-stillness.html" title="Rhythm and Stillness" /><author><name>Redd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958323952586788667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPjeMdVTPT8/Tu6ZemXFVnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/J82-Wy9n-DY/s220/AvatarPic.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsacrossapage.blogspot.com/2009/04/rhythm-and-stillness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4HQ34_fSp7ImA9WxVaEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903520188484179731.post-104824544245055421</id><published>2009-04-08T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:15:32.045-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-08T10:15:32.045-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Inevitable</title><content type="html">Suns and moons and stars collide&lt;br /&gt;Drifting through an open tide&lt;br /&gt;Space expands, contracts and dies&lt;br /&gt;People sever blood filled ties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time shall pass and love shall go&lt;br /&gt;And all the seeds you stopped to sow&lt;br /&gt;Will dwindle distant in the shade&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting careful plans were laid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortality will beckon you&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel there's nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;And all the light will fade to black&lt;br /&gt;You'll never get these moments back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath, before your last&lt;br /&gt;Before you slip into the past&lt;br /&gt;And look around at all you know&lt;br /&gt;For time shall pass and love shall go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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