<?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-8313118</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:51:26.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems By K</title><subtitle type='html'>Ideas and Thoughts Running Through my Head. And mostly about people I know. Try to Guess Who...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06594650803164749663</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313118.post-109919973167293593</id><published>2004-10-30T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:52:16.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There are many times we have met, the begining middle and end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And up until this point you could only refer to us as friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The relationship nothing more than a cold dark frustration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Should the roles that we play really need reiteration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Is it time to change the course,move the darkness into light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;For from the dark we both come and could make these choices right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;For now there is no relationship, and no desire to have such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But isn't it odd that this love could mean so very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;To desire and require the feel of each others touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;To feel that being a couple just doesn't mean so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Having each other close, being together when we choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And hoping that togther we can evade what we could lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;To have you close, to hold you dear, to touch you the way no other has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;To sit in a room alone with you and watch you play with spaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;To know you feel and know you care even when others are around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;To know that when I can hear your voice for me it's the only sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So what to do and where to go for us it is amiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Because for the two of us this is complete bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;No more hurt and no more pain just togetherness anew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Someone to love, someone to care, and someone who won't hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Yet the question remains who is the dark and who is the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;For the turning of one another to the other side may cause spite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And who will lead and who will follow and on which side will we land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Or maybe to wait for another day, time moves as slow as sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Yet time moves so slow without you near, without the sound of your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And yet the things that I want and desire I feel are the wrong choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Don't get crazy, dont get weird, guilty as charged we should plea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;For we both know these traits are ours and with these we can be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you there I need you there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;To hold to touch and just to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I want just this from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nothing more that just be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You felt you failed yet told anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Your honesty in order to not betray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have seen and faced the darker tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And now I'll find the light inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8313118-109919973167293593?l=poemsbyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/feeds/109919973167293593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8313118&amp;postID=109919973167293593' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109919973167293593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109919973167293593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/2004/10/lord-of-dark.html' title='Lord of the Dark'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06594650803164749663</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313118.post-109634907662350656</id><published>2004-09-28T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T05:15:14.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We can choose to forgive, choose to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We can shoose to make choices we will regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There are consequenses to all action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And full price is paid never a fraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The path that we follow, doors that we choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bridges we cross, or burn, we may lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;All make decisions, to our own end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alone or with someone we call a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We can harbor relationships, partnerships too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Or stand and walk alone, as some often do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We can hide behind the fear and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or walk with others and entertain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So forgive and forget, let the bridge stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Or harbor the grudge, burn up the land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The choice is yours, a validating one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A decisions that weighs heavily, more than a ton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8313118-109634907662350656?l=poemsbyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/feeds/109634907662350656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8313118&amp;postID=109634907662350656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109634907662350656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109634907662350656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/2004/09/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06594650803164749663</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-8313118.post-109606725853339344</id><published>2004-09-24T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T18:07:38.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end and the begining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Early on I was told death is a celebration of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A funeral was not to cry and stand alone in strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But to look back to what was and be glad they were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To reminisce on the the good times the happiness and cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When my world crashed around me, I knew not where to roam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was hard to understand the purpose of "Celebrate me home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The songs that was played by request of the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And after the words nothing was left to be said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know not how to console or to send any regard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For the natural response doesn't work, this situation is hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm sorry for your loss just seem so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But what is there to say, has anyone been told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There is a matter of acceptance that it seems only I acheive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For I have accepted that the deaths are a repreive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Like a returning to a place or a home if you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A life that continues on while this one stays still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's hard for me to feel so cold when it comes to this part of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For I feel I should hold more emotion towards the loved ones strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I cannot seem to find a place for I've been here so many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I still can't come to accept that life's no more that lemons and limes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Parents shouldn't lose their children this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For it doesn't seem it should be life's natural sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But things are all for a purpose, a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And life will continue with a new season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8313118-109606725853339344?l=poemsbyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/feeds/109606725853339344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8313118&amp;postID=109606725853339344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109606725853339344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109606725853339344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/2004/09/end-and-begining.html' title='The end and the begining'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06594650803164749663</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-8313118.post-109592753986757699</id><published>2004-09-23T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T03:18:59.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide from the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The power to hurt, the power to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And how do we know when things are real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is no time there is no space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can't even trust the look on the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The stars the sky the heavens above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No one will admit the essence of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trust, no doubt, as humans admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prevent us the ability to commit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As times passes, people in relationships change too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And only communication will get you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When things are easy, smooth sailing is best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But as waters get choppy, it's harder to find rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So do I go now and follow my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continue to walk blindly and play the part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do I find a new path, look for happiness there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do I just stand still, how 'bout fly through the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe look to the past for guidance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Look to the heavens above for an alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ask many others who can't find it on their own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or maybe I'll continue to work at it alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel for those who find it but can't make it work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's unfortunate that their feelings are met with a smirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is no measurement to account for the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or the sadness, or longing, or the unfortunate disdain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For to walk alone means relying on the one friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The one that is guaranteed to be there til the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The one who can't leave you but may let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For you yourself may walk alone with a smile or a frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are all responsible for our own actions and emotions. No other person can make us do or feel anything. It is of our own accord that we do or feel things. What we choose to do with these actions or emotions is up to us and us alone. If we let ourselves feel hurt in the process, it is ultimately our own fault. I spend a lot of time feeling bad about the people who do not know this. I feel bad because they are under the impression that I have caused the situation that they are in or that I could have some how prevented it. I was recently posed with the question "Why did you make me fall in love with you?" I didn't really know how to respond. Could I have prevented it? Could I have stopped the emotion? Could I have done something different to change their outlook? Could I stop the saddness and pain that came when I couldn't return the feelings or play the role in which they wanted me to play? I could not and cannot change anything that happened. Yet I still feel bad for them and what they are going through. But I can't feel bad that I put them through this. Because I didn't. Had they never met me they may have not been in this position with me but that just makes me a player in the game. It doesn't make me a referee or the rule maker. But anyways that was the rteasoning behind this poem. Night all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8313118-109592753986757699?l=poemsbyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/feeds/109592753986757699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8313118&amp;postID=109592753986757699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109592753986757699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109592753986757699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/2004/09/hide-from-heart.html' title='Hide from the Heart'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06594650803164749663</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-8313118.post-109575679493193874</id><published>2004-09-21T03:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T21:27:51.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bite (Well I tried...not really enough background though)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The one who speaks his mind in short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He always has a wise and simple retort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There is no way to bite him back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You could never catch him on the track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Funny, wise, intelligent too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scary, dangerous, will it be you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Polite as well, mom is proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not the safest one of the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Holds to pain to help him strive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And a love he fought to revive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Friends and family he intends to protect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And standards so there is no one to reject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So hear the theme song music playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And check to see if the boat is swaying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For there is no other like the shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With a really big bite, who needs a bark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8313118-109575679493193874?l=poemsbyk.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313118.post-109575599085959109</id><published>2004-09-21T03:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T03:42:02.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trait</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;It isn't every day I enjoy my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The ones I hold dear can cause so much strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I was told long ago you can love from far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And often I think well maybe another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There's not enough time to finish all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And who has the time, even with wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We can't make days longer, or add extra time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And what would be the point, no reason, no rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There are things about me I already know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Things I don't like, leaving room to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The people I'm with, positions I'm in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The places I go, with no way to win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;For I'm never ahead I'm always behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And there's always someone I need to remind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Everyone else comes before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I put myself in this position you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There's no way around it, It's just how I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's never a gamble, never a sham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I am where I say I'm going to be and when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But if I need some help, who is there then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And it matters not for I always forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The next time that someone starts to fret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;For I help with all worries, help when I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Maybe I'd be different if I'd been born a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I don't know where I got it, or where it started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Maybe it has to do with losing the dearly departed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It could be just the knowledge that I can make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Or maybe something else, part of my derange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;This trait of mine has caused me pain, but one I will endure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;For to help others and assist in life is something I ensure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But unfortunately I gain nothing by it, It's just something I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It has come to be a trait I loathe, not something I wish to ensue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8313118-109575599085959109?l=poemsbyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/feeds/109575599085959109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8313118&amp;postID=109575599085959109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109575599085959109'/><link rel='self' 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dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A place that I can call my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To share with others or be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A place that's warm and safe inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A place to take a break from the tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Four walls to hold the inner truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A box but larger than a booth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To this place I come and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In and out others will flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;From this place I cannot roam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For I named this place my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8313118-109557523356457850?l=poemsbyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/feeds/109557523356457850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8313118&amp;postID=109557523356457850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#006600;"&gt;And all I can think is I have not won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There is a limit to how much I can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It isn't just another day at the lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No this life's not easy nor kind nor sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And it isn't a piece of cake or a treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Not enough time to redo it once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And to redo anything, really what for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The outcomes don't differ if you do the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I think the suffering is getting lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There is no purpose that I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Told to look harder to see what will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To look and not see it is such a shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I want nothing of glory, fortune or fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I just want to know who and where I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I want to know if now is just another sham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do I keep moving or stay put, can't say for sure yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But I am so unsure at this point, I wouldn't place a bet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There is a road behind me, there is one up ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's the turns, curves, and corners that I am coming to dread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So how to find the purpose, does anyone really know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Some say to find the purpose, first I must let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But to let go is not my nature, and easy it comes not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And didn't someone say it was easy? No wait I forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The easy road is the low road, no hills or vales to slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And without enduring the travel, there is no room to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So up the difficult path I must, travel on ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In order to locate the purpose, for without I'm full of dread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8313118-109557475977173537?l=poemsbyk.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-8313118.post-109520324505101661</id><published>2004-09-14T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T18:07:25.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When &amp; Where</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your not a friedn, your not a foe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For what you are I just don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm here by myself, but not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Closeness eluding me I can't condone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I lay here pondering, trying to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thoughts keep returning of promises to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And the promises are the causes of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And holding back the promises is nothing but fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fears I must work through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And you must work too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But only through time will the fears abate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And as the time passes we continue to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The waiting is worth it, for true love must last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And will be sweeter still after the pain of the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8313118-109520324505101661?l=poemsbyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/feeds/109520324505101661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8313118&amp;postID=109520324505101661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109520324505101661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109520324505101661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/2004/09/when-where.html' title='When &amp; Where'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06594650803164749663</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-8313118.post-109510340630373071</id><published>2004-09-13T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:28:45.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Doesn't Heal All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now I am worthy, not fallen from grace&lt;br /&gt;When will you join me in this new place&lt;br /&gt;I know how I feel and what I want&lt;br /&gt;But all you will do is sit around and taunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Time does not heal all of the pain&lt;br /&gt;Only the lessons and knowledge we gain&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hurt you, its not allowed&lt;br /&gt;Would you please stop being so proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Trust isn’t the issue and neither is sex&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t the relationship, nor the love vex&lt;br /&gt;The true honest question is when will it break&lt;br /&gt;For another broken heart, neither can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The past is gone away now, it’s time to start new&lt;br /&gt;And only to each other should we always be true&lt;br /&gt;You have tried to shun me, and keep me away&lt;br /&gt;You have tried to scare me, and yet I still stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You talk about finding a better man for me&lt;br /&gt;But only in your reflection will there be one to see&lt;br /&gt;No other can be the person you are&lt;br /&gt;And only you can match me so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There are no others, for now I am yours&lt;br /&gt;For together we can open all doors&lt;br /&gt;There are other men sure that I can abuse&lt;br /&gt;But with you there’s a partnership, and that’s what I choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am tired of games, drama, and such&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of never feeling you touch&lt;br /&gt;The time has grown old now, we are sitting still&lt;br /&gt;And if we’d both jump. there would be such a thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And so I await the miraculous day&lt;br /&gt;For you to choose, decide, and say&lt;br /&gt;That it is time to love me and make your first claim&lt;br /&gt;For then there is nothing left for us to tame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So in closing I can only state&lt;br /&gt;There is no amount of time that I won’t wait&lt;br /&gt;I am yours for ever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I can’t be pushed out everytime you open the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8313118-109510340630373071?l=poemsbyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/feeds/109510340630373071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8313118&amp;postID=109510340630373071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109510340630373071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109510340630373071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/2004/09/time-doesnt-heal-all.html' title='Time Doesn&apos;t Heal All'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06594650803164749663</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-8313118.post-109510329747436877</id><published>2004-09-13T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:21:37.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am alone as I never was&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t finish because&lt;br /&gt;The things I wasn’t told&lt;br /&gt;For up the river I was sold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I know you knew the outcome&lt;br /&gt;You can’t hide it, I’m not dumb&lt;br /&gt;The preparatory steps you took&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I wouldn’t look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You sat and smoked you last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;You stepped out of the car with no regret&lt;br /&gt;You had no thought to warn me in advance&lt;br /&gt;Just left and showed the trust of chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You left me everything, left me all&lt;br /&gt;Showed me trust, didn’t let me fall&lt;br /&gt;You went away with no goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But I know that soon you will say Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You are not gone, not for good anyway&lt;br /&gt;I know that you’ll be home some day&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully to me you’ll come back&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully we will be right on track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You know I love you, you always will&lt;br /&gt;And as I drive, I feel the thrill&lt;br /&gt;The one that you seek to find&lt;br /&gt;The one that put you in this bind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I knew it was only a matter of chance&lt;br /&gt;That you were never caught at a glance&lt;br /&gt;You are the luckiest one of us all&lt;br /&gt;And it was a matter of time for you to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I am here and I am behind you&lt;br /&gt;For you I break all rules, it’s true&lt;br /&gt;And why wouldn’t think one break&lt;br /&gt;For you that one call I’d take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I need you here, I want you home&lt;br /&gt;And it isn’t a fear that you may roam&lt;br /&gt;It is just that I love you and I can’t deny&lt;br /&gt;Love wasn’t something I wanted to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Why can’t you trust me, I should have known&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like you should’ve feared that I’d have flown&lt;br /&gt;For as long as we’re friends, I will be by your side&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing from me that you need to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have accepted you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;And liking you is understatement by far&lt;br /&gt;And equally so is the “friends” that we state&lt;br /&gt;But that is just part of your privacy bait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I know how I feel and you see it too&lt;br /&gt;But admittance can come only from you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot push it or take it too far&lt;br /&gt;But I think you know more about what we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And you tell me you care and more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;Yet among all others no one can contend&lt;br /&gt;There have been offers and inquisitive minds&lt;br /&gt;But for you my heart has chosen it’s binds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And now all I can do is trust&lt;br /&gt;For I know I can’t disgust&lt;br /&gt;You won’t find another me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And for you, I’m the best you’ll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8313118-109510329747436877?l=poemsbyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/feeds/109510329747436877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8313118&amp;postID=109510329747436877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109510329747436877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109510329747436877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/2004/09/to-be-alone.html' title='To Be Alone'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06594650803164749663</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-8313118.post-109510316559106529</id><published>2004-09-13T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:19:25.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All I am allowed to be is your friend&lt;br /&gt;And maybe more will come in the end&lt;br /&gt;Only time will move us on this trip&lt;br /&gt;To take another step into the relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are everything I want&lt;br /&gt;Anything less than love’s a taunt&lt;br /&gt;There is no changing this fact&lt;br /&gt;And it is not a matter of tact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I do love you, have from the start&lt;br /&gt;I cannot change this matter of the heart&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to ignore it, tried to pretend&lt;br /&gt;I have even tried to be no more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But it matters not how much I fake&lt;br /&gt;For there’s little more that I can take&lt;br /&gt;You’ve pushed me, pulled me, tested me too&lt;br /&gt;And through all the pressures, I have rung true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There is a reason we were meant to meet&lt;br /&gt;And partnered together we cannot be beat&lt;br /&gt;The past doesn’t matter, The present’s today&lt;br /&gt;The future’s ahead, We’ll be on our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Since the beginning you’ve wanted to be here&lt;br /&gt;And since then you have always been near&lt;br /&gt;And oddly enough I thought you were my type&lt;br /&gt;But I never thought I’d live up to the hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I never imagined you’d want me as well&lt;br /&gt;And now all I hear is your going to hell&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you and make you understand&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t ready for my feelings for you, it was unplanned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I never meant to tell you I was in love&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t need a sign from above&lt;br /&gt;But the time wasn’t right&lt;br /&gt;Nor the situation or night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But you heard my feelings through manipulation&lt;br /&gt;For you were fully aware I couldn’t think in that situation&lt;br /&gt;And to hold it against me and ask if I meant it&lt;br /&gt;To question my motives, and tests and the bull shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I will be your friend and give you your space&lt;br /&gt;For I have no need to be up in your face&lt;br /&gt;You want me or you don’t it matters not&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me only you make me hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There’s never been another who makes me feel like you do&lt;br /&gt;And the mystery that surrounds it, people asking me Who?&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt more compatible with any other man&lt;br /&gt;And I am certainly not another to be called adoring fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am a real person, with thoughts, feelings and a brain&lt;br /&gt;Not another hoe to be dumped down the drain&lt;br /&gt;You will find that I will always be here&lt;br /&gt;And that I am never any farther away than near...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8313118-109510316559106529?l=poemsbyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/feeds/109510316559106529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8313118&amp;postID=109510316559106529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109510316559106529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109510316559106529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/2004/09/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06594650803164749663</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-8313118.post-109510300308002034</id><published>2004-09-13T15:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:19:59.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Words Of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There is a voice that’s not my own&lt;br /&gt;It helps to guide me on paths unknown&lt;br /&gt;It gives advice to those in need&lt;br /&gt;And with needs unknown, it still won’t heed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This voices rings true on all accords&lt;br /&gt;And you can’t find it upon the boards&lt;br /&gt;You have to be worthy to hear the voice&lt;br /&gt;For it’s wisdom is only offered by choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For the voice is not concerned with fears or vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;His concern is your happiness and maybe tranquility&lt;br /&gt;His views are encompassed and from outside the box&lt;br /&gt;There are no ways to contain it, it’s not bound by locks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And this voice belongs to one&lt;br /&gt;Some may say the prodigal son&lt;br /&gt;But as I know him, he is a man&lt;br /&gt;And like others, he does what he can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He knows he’s not perfect, but he’ll admit&lt;br /&gt;He may have some answers, as he’s no twit&lt;br /&gt;And has his own problems, and pitfalls too&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn’t mean he won’t make time for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This voice of wisdom and great advice&lt;br /&gt;And you will come back more than twice&lt;br /&gt;Helps me greatly to become grown&lt;br /&gt;And charts my territory in the great unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And just to talk is to learn, not all advice in its form&lt;br /&gt;But just to talk is as fun, for it’s never the norm&lt;br /&gt;The lessons to be learned and stories to tell&lt;br /&gt;And class never ends, you’ll never hear a bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So the nickname of The voice suits the man I know&lt;br /&gt;And to they unaware his true nature won’t show&lt;br /&gt;For you have to be open and knowledgeable still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To see this man as more than what you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8313118-109510300308002034?l=poemsbyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/feeds/109510300308002034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8313118&amp;postID=109510300308002034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109510300308002034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109510300308002034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/2004/09/words-of-wisdom.html' title='The Words Of Wisdom'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06594650803164749663</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313118.post-109510305342036842</id><published>2004-09-13T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:17:33.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Again with the sadness, the loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Again with the tears and the pain&lt;br /&gt;Again with the need to be needed&lt;br /&gt;Again with the desire to be loved&lt;br /&gt;The songs of strength play over and over again in my hear&lt;br /&gt;The songs of love die out as the embers of a fire grow cold&lt;br /&gt;The songs of pain and suffering ring true as always&lt;br /&gt;And the song of loneliness is mine to bear alone&lt;br /&gt;The desire to be loved, for what is love anyway&lt;br /&gt;I will hurt and cry and be left behind&lt;br /&gt;The desire to be needed, as I have been a need before&lt;br /&gt;Used and abused and they always want more&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want what I know I don’t&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel I am missing what I won’t&lt;br /&gt;Once I have it I will remember why I gave it up&lt;br /&gt;Once I get it again, I will hate what I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;And so the fears go, of being alone&lt;br /&gt;Like I can’t self destruct on my own&lt;br /&gt;I need others around me, to help bring me down&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should go back to that old town&lt;br /&gt;To be used and abused&lt;br /&gt;To be mistreated and neglected&lt;br /&gt;To be unknown and not accepted&lt;br /&gt;To hide and stay hidden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8313118.post-109510294920212662</id><published>2004-09-13T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:15:49.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I will lay awake at night&lt;br /&gt;To see if the sounds are right&lt;br /&gt;And is everything where it should be&lt;br /&gt;And are you laying next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;When you’re there I won’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t make a peep&lt;br /&gt;You see I want to enjoy you there&lt;br /&gt;These moments I want never to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;For these moments are mine to treasure&lt;br /&gt;Because in them only I find pleasure&lt;br /&gt;With you it means so much more than sleep&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me think you’re not another creep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The trust and comfort, things you need&lt;br /&gt;The relationship that you’ll always heed&lt;br /&gt;The protection and comfort it gives me&lt;br /&gt;And the closest that we will ever be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Oddly enough to hear you breathe&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to squirm and seethe&lt;br /&gt;Not with malice or contempt in mind&lt;br /&gt;For all of my thoughts of you are kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;With longing and wanting to hold you near&lt;br /&gt;But my hesitation lives with my fear&lt;br /&gt;To hold you close may push you away&lt;br /&gt;And so I wait for the long awaited day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The day you tell me I can be&lt;br /&gt;Everything to you that I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Then I will know it is okay&lt;br /&gt;To touch you in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8313118-109510294920212662?l=poemsbyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/feeds/109510294920212662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8313118&amp;postID=109510294920212662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109510294920212662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109510294920212662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/2004/09/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06594650803164749663</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-8313118.post-109510282614590372</id><published>2004-09-13T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:25:57.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Oh Why Do I Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sometimes I lay down to cry&lt;br /&gt;And often people ask me why&lt;br /&gt;What is the answer worth&lt;br /&gt;For mine are filled with mirth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;There are many reasons I do&lt;br /&gt;Pain and suffering, agony too&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, sadness, loneliness&lt;br /&gt;And the encompassing worldliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;What about its a bodily function&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have found an injunction&lt;br /&gt;And the answer because never does fit&lt;br /&gt;So sometime I try to explain a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But the answer is so much simpler to see&lt;br /&gt;The answer really is I am hurting in me&lt;br /&gt;And Why am I hurting, they never ask&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because they’re not up to the task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And those that would be, are sometimes the cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And those are the ones that may take a pause&lt;br /&gt;To look at their actions as of late&lt;br /&gt;To see if those actions had been the bait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But through my tears I’ve found ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My mind and heart are used to the tease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;There is no time to be hurt and depressed&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts even more to find it repressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So to cry and let out the emotion at the time&lt;br /&gt;Seems simpler by far than wasting a dime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;To tell another who neither cares or knows&lt;br /&gt;Any of your problems, cares, or woes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8313118-109510282614590372?l=poemsbyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/feeds/109510282614590372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8313118&amp;postID=109510282614590372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109510282614590372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8313118/posts/default/109510282614590372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsbyk.blogspot.com/2004/09/why-oh-why-do-i-cry.html' title='Why Oh Why Do I Cry'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06594650803164749663</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-8313118.post-109510266550432725</id><published>2004-09-13T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:59:53.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;To turn back to where you were&lt;br /&gt;To look and to make sure&lt;br /&gt;To know that what you’ve seen&lt;br /&gt;Will leave you nowhere to lean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;There is no future behind you&lt;br /&gt;There is no past ahead&lt;br /&gt;There are no memories to save you&lt;br /&gt;And you won’t know where you’re led&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You can only trust in where you are&lt;br /&gt;The things you learn can take you far&lt;br /&gt;But the past is the past, no regrets be found&lt;br /&gt;For with regrets your undoing will sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Only blindly can we be led at best&lt;br /&gt;For certainly only few will pass this test&lt;br /&gt;The test of ages, the test of time&lt;br /&gt;The test without mimic or mime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We are all tested, and most will fail&lt;br /&gt;But without those there’d be no tale&lt;br /&gt;The reason is simple, yet so complex&lt;br /&gt;And can’t be found, there’s no index&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Do we be true, to ourselves to others&lt;br /&gt;Who has the answers, our fathers and mothers&lt;br /&gt;Can we find logic in this illogical place&lt;br /&gt;Can we stand up to the test in a state of grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Will there be others who stand with us&lt;br /&gt;Or stand alone, like an empty bus&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else measure up to the feat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Or is it time to lay down and admit to defeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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