<?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-8640021880280963644</id><updated>2012-02-09T16:51:56.364-08:00</updated><category term='Salvation'/><category term='Sacrifice'/><category term='word play'/><category term='Christ'/><category term='love'/><category term='* by Shay'/><title type='text'>Word-Dom</title><subtitle type='html'>... for the love of words... poetry... and the ability to be expressive</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-6668348527083730366</id><published>2010-04-23T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:06:40.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>such love</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S9Ih07_QCXI/AAAAAAAAADs/ldlTiwt-WAk/s1600/OldRuggedCross.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463466491293731186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S9Ih07_QCXI/AAAAAAAAADs/ldlTiwt-WAk/s320/OldRuggedCross.jpg" style="display: block; height: 256px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;such love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;could you imagine such love&lt;br /&gt;that sacrificed its divinity&lt;br /&gt;that shed its glory and immunity&lt;br /&gt;and embraced weak humanity&lt;br /&gt;just to usher me into an eternity&lt;br /&gt;filled with unimaginable serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you imagine that this man&lt;br /&gt;who really was God and not less&lt;br /&gt;knew what misery he'd face and said yes&lt;br /&gt;was in every way dehumanised and helpless&lt;br /&gt;whipped, hung, bled and was breathless&lt;br /&gt;asked His Father His castigators to bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you imagine such faith&lt;br /&gt;He has that I will come to be&lt;br /&gt;pure, refined and holy as He&lt;br /&gt;so much that He still pleads for me&lt;br /&gt;asking the Father my sins not to see&lt;br /&gt;but His blood which is the fee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you imagine such love&lt;br /&gt;that defies rejections pain&lt;br /&gt;and calls to all with words so plain&lt;br /&gt;love that longs eagerly to come again&lt;br /&gt;for what He calls  His true gain&lt;br /&gt;a people made free of every  stain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***picture courtesy &lt;/span&gt;Kingdavid Wordpress  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-6668348527083730366?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/6668348527083730366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/6668348527083730366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2010/04/could-you-imagine-such-love-that.html' title='such love'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S9Ih07_QCXI/AAAAAAAAADs/ldlTiwt-WAk/s72-c/OldRuggedCross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-329434709437410623</id><published>2010-04-22T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:25:12.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S9DGumr076I/AAAAAAAAADk/j4-KiOUieeU/s1600/old+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S9DGumr076I/AAAAAAAAADk/j4-KiOUieeU/s320/old+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463084851961065378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my love's flower withered&lt;br /&gt;my love's root deepened&lt;br /&gt;my love's riches remains not weathered&lt;br /&gt;my love's love remains after all that's happened&lt;br /&gt;my love has been in the sun&lt;br /&gt;my love has been drenched by the rain&lt;br /&gt;my love through it remains not worn&lt;br /&gt;my love's love remains after all the strain&lt;br /&gt;my love lost its feeling&lt;br /&gt;my love held to its will&lt;br /&gt;my love has experienced healing&lt;br /&gt;my love's love remains forged like steel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***picture courtesy &lt;/span&gt;stuff.co.nz &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-329434709437410623?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/329434709437410623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/329434709437410623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-love.html' title='my love'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S9DGumr076I/AAAAAAAAADk/j4-KiOUieeU/s72-c/old+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-8376663068170398104</id><published>2010-04-17T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:08:53.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come forth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pyX8cx_bI/AAAAAAAAADc/aTZnEdEgCB4/s1600/paste-dove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pyX8cx_bI/AAAAAAAAADc/aTZnEdEgCB4/s320/paste-dove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461303253829549490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wandering, wondering,&lt;br /&gt;pondering,&lt;br /&gt;feeling crushed,&lt;br /&gt;continuously being hushed,&lt;br /&gt;bearing a great burden&lt;br /&gt;a pain ever broadening,&lt;br /&gt;knocked down bout after bout&lt;br /&gt;living in doubt&lt;br /&gt;wanting to scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;till all the sorrow is let out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be assured of this&lt;br /&gt;you will have peace&lt;br /&gt;for you there is a deep comfort&lt;br /&gt;as He calls you to come forth&lt;br /&gt;comfort...comfort.... come forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***picture courtesy &lt;/span&gt;Akvis Chameleon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-8376663068170398104?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/8376663068170398104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/8376663068170398104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2010/04/come-forth.html' title='come forth'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pyX8cx_bI/AAAAAAAAADc/aTZnEdEgCB4/s72-c/paste-dove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-3119063628379347958</id><published>2010-03-23T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T05:46:30.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word play'/><title type='text'>What A Recession!</title><content type='html'>Recession?&lt;br /&gt;money addiction&lt;br /&gt;value rejection&lt;br /&gt;lack of caution&lt;br /&gt;needless aggression&lt;br /&gt;unbridled consumption&lt;br /&gt;undue celebration&lt;br /&gt;blind corruption&lt;br /&gt;deception, deception&lt;br /&gt;expenses alteration&lt;br /&gt;policies on auction&lt;br /&gt;leadership eviction&lt;br /&gt;lack of gumption&lt;br /&gt;questionable missions&lt;br /&gt;Carbon emission&lt;br /&gt;lies on telivision&lt;br /&gt;wrong projection&lt;br /&gt;financial liposuction&lt;br /&gt;economical indigestion&lt;br /&gt;crumbling corporations&lt;br /&gt;cash injections&lt;br /&gt;strike actions&lt;br /&gt;job terminations&lt;br /&gt;increasing population&lt;br /&gt;increasing starvation&lt;br /&gt;unending destruction&lt;br /&gt;what a recession!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-3119063628379347958?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/3119063628379347958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/3119063628379347958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-recession.html' title='What A Recession!'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-2091444249392885347</id><published>2010-03-23T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T05:34:46.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word play'/><title type='text'>rhythm and poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;this is not just rap, its poetry&lt;/div&gt;its no trashy pastry  wrap, its poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;spoken words, guitar chords&lt;/div&gt;palm-wine  gourds amidst word-lords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its sultry, yes its poetry&lt;/div&gt;conceived,  laid and hatched in an African poultry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;expressed by  Erykah, Alicia and Floetry&lt;/div&gt;rhythm and poetry, food for my  soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;inspiring me to eternally seek to be whole&lt;/div&gt;i'm  not an MC, i don't do mics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm just a pupil comparing  like with like&lt;/div&gt;i sit listening to teachers, to street  preachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my heart is richer, yes, i am a knowledge  seeker&lt;/div&gt;who was driven to books as a child cos i was  thought weaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now i emerge from the dark glowing like  Micah&lt;br /&gt;with a revelation, expressing inspiration&lt;br /&gt;embalmed in beats in quick and slow pulsations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-2091444249392885347?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/2091444249392885347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/2091444249392885347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2010/03/rhythm-and-poetry.html' title='rhythm and poetry'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-3049828063734485666</id><published>2009-08-30T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:18:54.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From across d nile with love</title><content type='html'>Why do u think there will be a better life in Babylon&lt;br /&gt;walking back to Egypt for onions, for how long&lt;br /&gt;why do u leave Zion, giving up her promises&lt;br /&gt;to go dwell in the slave master's premises&lt;br /&gt;Here I am by the rivers of Babylon longing&lt;br /&gt;for home, the heat, the green at my heart are tugging&lt;br /&gt;the hills and trees under a great burden of ills&lt;br /&gt;perpetrated by her kids and now their kids&lt;br /&gt;Brethren do u not know d view is obscured from a distance&lt;br /&gt;once u cross d Nile u will rouse from ur trance&lt;br /&gt;awaken to the harsh reality of d vanity&lt;br /&gt;to this poverty of a different kind to which u were blind,&lt;br /&gt;then these words of mine will be urs, yes, every line&lt;br /&gt;as you feed on food meant for the swine&lt;br /&gt;and an emptiness unfillable with wine,&lt;br /&gt;as u strive daily from nine to nine&lt;br /&gt;working ur job, completing ur every task&lt;br /&gt;striving only to pay ur bills and ofcourse ur tax&lt;br /&gt;u will shop for the flashy labels on credit&lt;br /&gt;ur financial plans u will ever have to edit&lt;br /&gt;u will pose by every grand car u do not own&lt;br /&gt;for those silly pictures for friends and family back home&lt;br /&gt;u will get back to ur flat, shut ur door and feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;turn on ur TV to watch the same movie in 7 days six times shown&lt;br /&gt;and then you will sing this song&lt;br /&gt;as ur heart for Zion will long&lt;br /&gt;cos Brother back home is where we truly belong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-3049828063734485666?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/3049828063734485666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/3049828063734485666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-across-d-nile-with-love.html' title='From across d nile with love'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-5301799985077833089</id><published>2008-12-18T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:31:50.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dare</title><content type='html'>I will take this step, just this one step,&lt;br /&gt;take it though i am afraid...&lt;br /&gt;i'll just take it.... worry less about the mile&lt;br /&gt;take that stride with as little as a smile&lt;br /&gt;and in a while, in a little while&lt;br /&gt;i will see i have actually walked a mile&lt;br /&gt;i know its okay to be scared...&lt;br /&gt;scared but i dare...&lt;br /&gt;dare to face fear and fight fair&lt;br /&gt;i know my spirit can take more&lt;br /&gt;more than my body say i can bear...&lt;br /&gt;For all that is good...&lt;br /&gt;for all that lies ahead...&lt;br /&gt;i dare!&lt;br /&gt;for dreams that can not be fully expressed...&lt;br /&gt;i dare!&lt;br /&gt;for the unimaginable God can do with (a) man...&lt;br /&gt;i dare!&lt;br /&gt;yes! indeed i fear...&lt;br /&gt;yet, i dare... to reach&lt;br /&gt;There is a glow in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;a warmth in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;there is a fire that can not be put out&lt;br /&gt;softly burning for a while&lt;br /&gt;but in due time a consuming inferno&lt;br /&gt;not destroying... only giving life...&lt;br /&gt;giving peace... ending all strife...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-5301799985077833089?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/5301799985077833089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/5301799985077833089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dare.html' title='i dare'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-1384815124621606760</id><published>2008-12-12T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:41:43.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/SUKhbOL8UFI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZfK0bcLCKEY/s1600-h/elderly-man-staring-out-window.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278959202268368978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/SUKhbOL8UFI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZfK0bcLCKEY/s320/elderly-man-staring-out-window.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is speak to u in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;looking out the window in my shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;day after day as I watch u walk by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is wish i could really say 'hi'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if only i would try or dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;break free from this crippling fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i imagine us being good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friends navigating life's hard bends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i truly see us laughing together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i envision us survivng stormy weathers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there is so much about us i deeply know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what i am ignorant of is saying that 'hello'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;all i do is speak to u in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;everytime i feel hurt and shaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;afraid to say how my heart's broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;by what u did without knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;back to back lying in our bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;silently conversing with u in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"why did u have to say that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"cant u see i would never do that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"can we stop this meaningless fight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"can i draw u near and hold u tight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but i know u will say nothing back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;cos hearing thoughts is what humans lack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;****Picture from ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elderlycareservices.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://www.elderlycareservices.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-1384815124621606760?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/1384815124621606760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/1384815124621606760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2008/12/unspoken-words.html' title='Unspoken words'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/SUKhbOL8UFI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZfK0bcLCKEY/s72-c/elderly-man-staring-out-window.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-7591320555976706919</id><published>2008-12-08T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:14:23.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I stare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/ST0YRjtYGCI/AAAAAAAAACo/SlSoorGLBqM/s1600-h/man_looking_in_mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277401028270495778" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/ST0YRjtYGCI/AAAAAAAAACo/SlSoorGLBqM/s320/man_looking_in_mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;There i was starring in the mirrror&lt;br /&gt;Starring like i had never seen him before&lt;br /&gt;And noticed how differently he starred back&lt;br /&gt;He was really me and i, him&lt;br /&gt;yet how differently we saw&lt;br /&gt;I see his face and he my heart&lt;br /&gt;He sees my tomorrow and i cant shake off his past&lt;br /&gt;I see his wounds but he sees my vitality&lt;br /&gt;I am his image, he is my reality&lt;br /&gt;Yet this poor image i am is more revealed&lt;br /&gt;More known by my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;While reality beckons me still...&lt;br /&gt;To come to the other side of the plane&lt;br /&gt;And i, i am afraid&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure of that which i fear&lt;br /&gt;But i do know i cant wait to be&lt;br /&gt;To be... that is it... to be&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to live... but to live...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! That is my fear!....&lt;br /&gt;To live i must die....&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of the passage way&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of the journey i must make&lt;br /&gt;The road between i and I&lt;br /&gt;Terrified of what lies between&lt;br /&gt;Tell me have you ever been there&lt;br /&gt;Is it pitch dark and walled with terror&lt;br /&gt;Or does it hold a frightening calm&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me... what lies between us&lt;br /&gt;For in the end there can be only one&lt;br /&gt;Only one of us will survive&lt;br /&gt;So I stare.... lost.... i stare... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-7591320555976706919?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/7591320555976706919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/7591320555976706919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-stare.html' title='I stare'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/ST0YRjtYGCI/AAAAAAAAACo/SlSoorGLBqM/s72-c/man_looking_in_mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-77769392256988938</id><published>2008-04-13T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:59:06.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;The lovely instrumental is from a song I heard for the first time in my final year in high school. I have added the lyrics beneath and share it with you all... Stay blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jesus loves you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="default"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eternity &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;                     &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="default"&gt;&lt;u&gt;By Brian Doerksen &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;                                                                                                                                                    &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be yours, you will be mine&lt;br /&gt;Together in eternity&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts of love will be entwined&lt;br /&gt;Together in eternity&lt;br /&gt;Forever in eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No   more tears of pain in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;No   more fear or shame&lt;br /&gt;For we will be with you&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we will be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will worship, we will worship you&lt;br /&gt;For - ev - er&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-77769392256988938?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/77769392256988938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/77769392256988938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2008/04/eternity.html' title='Eternity'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-6015250808846988076</id><published>2007-12-07T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T05:57:00.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAY</title><content type='html'>My heart reaches out to you S!&lt;br /&gt;sitting at my desk i think about you&lt;br /&gt;how few compare to your beauty&lt;br /&gt;and you alone are my sweetness&lt;br /&gt;my fair one and queen&lt;br /&gt;even amazing is your mind&lt;br /&gt;i can talk with you on and on&lt;br /&gt;for you are both my love and friend&lt;br /&gt;the most trivial things are great&lt;br /&gt;pleasant when we are together&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;i am thrilled by your laugh&lt;br /&gt;held by the softness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I believe He thought of me&lt;br /&gt;when He made and formed you&lt;br /&gt;In His benevolence He shaped you&lt;br /&gt;so I would find total delight&lt;br /&gt;and be satisfied in the work of His hands&lt;br /&gt;Indeed I am a blessed man&lt;br /&gt;truly I have been favoured&lt;br /&gt;to have you to share my life with&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to 'US'&lt;br /&gt;i dream and desire it&lt;br /&gt;now i know why Jacob worked&lt;br /&gt;why Isaac was comforted&lt;br /&gt;why Boaz wasted no time...&lt;br /&gt;and understand that indeed&lt;br /&gt;His blessings make rich&lt;br /&gt;and in no way add sorrow&lt;br /&gt;cos my life has been made so&lt;br /&gt;so so so so much better with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-6015250808846988076?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/6015250808846988076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/6015250808846988076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/12/shay.html' title='SHAY'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-7759774726878797894</id><published>2007-10-23T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T13:36:51.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Thot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/Rx5a9Txy5VI/AAAAAAAAABk/uPgttYQfQUA/s1600-h/ManRay-Tears-1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124633435321853266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/Rx5a9Txy5VI/AAAAAAAAABk/uPgttYQfQUA/s320/ManRay-Tears-1930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes in life we walk in the shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;surrounded by trials and great pressure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;our smiles disappear like the Sun slipping out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;out of the horizon and suddenly its night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the heart that once skipped with joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;heaves again and again as it seeks relief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the memories that once brought joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bring those tears you shed as you make no sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rolling down like rain drops on a window pane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the heart longs again for a new season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-7759774726878797894?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/7759774726878797894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/7759774726878797894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-thot.html' title='Just A Thot'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/Rx5a9Txy5VI/AAAAAAAAABk/uPgttYQfQUA/s72-c/ManRay-Tears-1930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-844122016696289941</id><published>2007-10-17T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T02:27:19.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The greatest comfort in life is to know that there is One who loves so much, so deep... Who can and Who will always be there.... Nothing is as amazing as the Love of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again tonight&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with my hungry heart&lt;br /&gt;A thirsty soul yearning&lt;br /&gt;Broken spirit pleading, calling&lt;br /&gt;With unspoken words&lt;br /&gt;Words only You can hear&lt;br /&gt;For You are the Deep&lt;br /&gt;that my deep calls out to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again tonight&lt;br /&gt;Craving to be filled by You&lt;br /&gt;To hear Your voice in my ears&lt;br /&gt;And feel Your warmth&lt;br /&gt;And Your hands around me&lt;br /&gt;In that hold only You can give&lt;br /&gt;Here I am longing for You&lt;br /&gt;For no other love will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you I will give up sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stay awake enjoying the bliss&lt;br /&gt;That comes from plunging deep&lt;br /&gt;Into this communion with You&lt;br /&gt;And so I find rest, even peace&lt;br /&gt;And comfort for my weary soul&lt;br /&gt;I find joy and pleasure untold&lt;br /&gt;from Your love that makes me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Inspired by Psalm 139&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-844122016696289941?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/844122016696289941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/844122016696289941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweet-love.html' title='Sweet Love'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-3750279274424254915</id><published>2007-10-16T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T04:28:32.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/RxWCTzxy5TI/AAAAAAAAABU/hmfwHy01gzI/s1600-h/mouse_kindness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122143428031997234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" height="283" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/RxWCTzxy5TI/AAAAAAAAABU/hmfwHy01gzI/s320/mouse_kindness.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think you know then you realize...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;just a reminder...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be easy to love&lt;br /&gt;Surely having experienced it from my parents&lt;br /&gt;I assumed I knew what love was all about&lt;br /&gt;Flicks, songs, books- loves grand testaments&lt;br /&gt;all had fed me the ‘creed’ I could not doubt&lt;br /&gt;But now I know better&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully before I ended up bitter&lt;br /&gt;So now I truly know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Love is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than sitting with ‘belle’ and&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the gentle waves at sunset&lt;br /&gt;It is more than that feel we share&lt;br /&gt;Walking along on an autumn evening&lt;br /&gt;More than the enchanting kiss&lt;br /&gt;Experienced standing in the rains of spring&lt;br /&gt;More than the weakness in the knees&lt;br /&gt;Or that flutter in a lover's belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;patient, love is kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It does not envy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it does not boast, it is not proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It is not rude, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it is not self-seeking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it is not easily angered, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it keeps no record of wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love does not delight in evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but rejoices with the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It always protects, always trusts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Purple quote from The Holy Bible (1 Corinthians 13:4-7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-3750279274424254915?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/3750279274424254915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/3750279274424254915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/RxWCTzxy5TI/AAAAAAAAABU/hmfwHy01gzI/s72-c/mouse_kindness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-1631059102243785453</id><published>2007-10-16T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:26:33.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not how or where the story began. Its daring to trust and taking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that necessary journey that matters.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/RxVVYzxy5SI/AAAAAAAAABM/-py6QVOWP1s/s1600-h/black+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122094035908093218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="197" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/RxVVYzxy5SI/AAAAAAAAABM/-py6QVOWP1s/s320/black+boy.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Born on the back side of fortunes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a patch next to nothingness and void&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to folks who had lost their light and tune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a man-child, black, strong and wailing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurtured in a dwelling grey and damp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a childhood in alleys and street corners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;labeled before tested, he was a 'tramp'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet he had a light in his little heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Divine had seen and lain out a process&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a series of mishaps and tragic moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that made this 'black child' a kind of 'Moses'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a man with a remarkable story and success&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-1631059102243785453?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/1631059102243785453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/1631059102243785453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/10/moses.html' title='Moses'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/RxVVYzxy5SI/AAAAAAAAABM/-py6QVOWP1s/s72-c/black+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-5073111611012627100</id><published>2007-09-26T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T07:37:09.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/RvptMTxy5RI/AAAAAAAAABE/BXx7-d9D6C4/s1600-h/06_waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/RvptMTxy5RI/AAAAAAAAABE/BXx7-d9D6C4/s320/06_waiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114520385067607314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was written in a quiet, tired moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Come to me, come upon the gentle winds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;float by, lightly on the gentle breeze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;softly dance as feathers blown on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come tither, come quickly, come surely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing softly, whisper again please&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit with me as you often do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speak with me sweet friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come quickly for I wait for you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the warm winds will come with you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it will be okay to sit without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come.... so we can hold hands&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come, so together we can walk and skip along&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling again same jokes, same tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;same stories that never grow stale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come... swing by won't you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;come, please, as you often do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it's for you I sit out here waiting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting, looking at my watch, anticipating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;come.... come.... come.... won't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-5073111611012627100?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/5073111611012627100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/5073111611012627100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/09/come.html' title='Come...'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/RvptMTxy5RI/AAAAAAAAABE/BXx7-d9D6C4/s72-c/06_waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-8322170311616404378</id><published>2007-08-02T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:06:55.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/RrHy4gdAvkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/otk77BP16b8/s1600-h/devotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094119706130955842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="188" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/RrHy4gdAvkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/otk77BP16b8/s320/devotion.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would I be without Your love?&lt;br /&gt;And what would I do if You were not here&lt;br /&gt;How could I live if I didn’t have You?&lt;br /&gt;I would be lost, a lonely wanderer&lt;br /&gt;A man with no home, with no hope&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling in the dark, tripping on and on&lt;br /&gt;But I have You and I know it is You&lt;br /&gt;It is You; You are my light, my life&lt;br /&gt;My sun in the sky, the moon at night&lt;br /&gt;You are my joy and my hope&lt;br /&gt;You have been there all my days&lt;br /&gt;It is You who see and wipe my tears&lt;br /&gt;It is You who deeply, truly cares&lt;br /&gt;And its You alone who banishes my fears&lt;br /&gt;The assurance that I shall be and not fail&lt;br /&gt;You know me, how strong, yes, how frail&lt;br /&gt;You see my quiet moments of desperation&lt;br /&gt;And the moments raging emotions&lt;br /&gt;With You its easy to cry, laugh and be&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how much You bear, forgive&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever love like you&lt;br /&gt;You simply amaze me, I am spell bound&lt;br /&gt;The thought of Your devotion and Love&lt;br /&gt;Your commitment to me, who am I&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing sweeter than Your love&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more assuring than Your Word&lt;br /&gt;I am bound to You, bound by Your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-8322170311616404378?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/8322170311616404378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/8322170311616404378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/08/devotion.html' title='Devotion'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/RrHy4gdAvkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/otk77BP16b8/s72-c/devotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-2316489357720892970</id><published>2007-07-12T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T04:09:56.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO I AM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why did I write this? I guess cause I.... truthfully I dunno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/Rp9GHr6vioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vK2bXtJLcMo/s1600-h/toddler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088863201814088322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="170" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/Rp9GHr6vioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vK2bXtJLcMo/s320/toddler.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am; this is that man in me&lt;br /&gt;He is somewhat wild and free&lt;br /&gt;Like an untamed stallion is my heart&lt;br /&gt;Home is in the open where there’s no path&lt;br /&gt;Only a stretching green pasture&lt;br /&gt;Open fields where I am most close to nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really who I am, a shy little boy&lt;br /&gt;Easy to please, easy to annoy&lt;br /&gt;Yet it comes easy to laugh and play&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to say the very things I mean to say&lt;br /&gt;To love and be comfortable with you&lt;br /&gt;To see no guile and accept you as true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This who I am, I am my best&lt;br /&gt;Try being me and you’ll fail the test&lt;br /&gt;I have just the shoulders for my burden&lt;br /&gt;A heart for the fast, the furious, and the sudden&lt;br /&gt;Simple and complex, I am always a mix&lt;br /&gt;But its always from God I get my real fix!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-2316489357720892970?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/2316489357720892970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/2316489357720892970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-i-am.html' title='WHO I AM...'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/Rp9GHr6vioI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vK2bXtJLcMo/s72-c/toddler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-8169829826794107929</id><published>2007-07-12T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T04:40:05.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO HARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/Rp9Ndb6visI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZwZk5CpJvMo/s1600-h/goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088871272057637570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/Rp9Ndb6visI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZwZk5CpJvMo/s320/goodbye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wrote this shortly after I got back from the airport after dropping off my Sweetheart. It was hardest goodbye we said. Sleep was hard to find and all I could do was write...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good bye can be such a hard thing to say&lt;br /&gt;And why did I have to watch you leave today&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you be with me or I with you now?&lt;br /&gt;Though we have created memories and moments&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is so far away and do not suffice&lt;br /&gt;I can’t sleep cos I can’t reach you, hold you&lt;br /&gt;I pray for tears to ease my mind, soothe my pain&lt;br /&gt;For its harder living without you&lt;br /&gt;I long for waking up beside you&lt;br /&gt;I pray for morning kisses&lt;br /&gt;For evenings after work and ‘couch gist’&lt;br /&gt;For quick side glances while driving&lt;br /&gt;For the slightest touch of your gentle fingers&lt;br /&gt;For times when I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And wish I could read your mind&lt;br /&gt;For times when I look deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;And realize&lt;br /&gt;That you have given me the best gift of all&lt;br /&gt;A Love I can Trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-8169829826794107929?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/8169829826794107929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/8169829826794107929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-hard.html' title='SO HARD'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/Rp9Ndb6visI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZwZk5CpJvMo/s72-c/goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-4027421598594713911</id><published>2007-06-10T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T04:31:26.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Sunny Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/Rp9Lcr6viqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8zYgRpqiH50/s1600-h/rainbow+and+rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088869060149480098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/Rp9Lcr6viqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8zYgRpqiH50/s320/rainbow+and+rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a rainy sunny day&lt;br /&gt;and I am reminded I am clay&lt;br /&gt;cause this mortal feels the pain&lt;br /&gt;that afflicts both heart and brain&lt;br /&gt;but I dare to leave the curtains wide open&lt;br /&gt;leave my door ajar and my heart, open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a rainy sunny day&lt;br /&gt;what else can I really say&lt;br /&gt;I see a rainbow across the sky&lt;br /&gt;promises from the One who can not lie&lt;br /&gt;so, though I feel pain I know peace&lt;br /&gt;pressed but truly my joy is on the increase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-4027421598594713911?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/4027421598594713911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/4027421598594713911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/06/rainy-sunny-day.html' title='Rainy Sunny Day'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/Rp9Lcr6viqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8zYgRpqiH50/s72-c/rainbow+and+rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-113599364300256185</id><published>2007-06-10T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T06:04:48.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Those Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.... it is comforting to know there is a God who stands by His promises and stands by His children. Joshua 1:5 - ....I will not fail you or abandon you. (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things don't go the way I want&lt;br /&gt;when it seem there is just delay&lt;br /&gt;i will wait on You and Your love&lt;br /&gt;knowing You hold all things in Your hands&lt;br /&gt;When darkness lingers on at night&lt;br /&gt;and far away seems the morning light&lt;br /&gt;I will trust in You and Your love&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Your thoughts are always good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never leave me despondent&lt;br /&gt;nor let my soul be held in despair&lt;br /&gt;You will shine Your light at dawn&lt;br /&gt;and bring me comfort in due season&lt;br /&gt;I will wait and I will trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-113599364300256185?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/113599364300256185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/113599364300256185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-those-times.html' title='In Those Times'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-7151358333465309129</id><published>2007-03-11T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T09:20:59.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* by Shay'/><title type='text'>My Yummy Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So I know I'm notthe greatest writer. Words and poems don't just flow out of me. But I'm taking this step to write a poem about you. It makes me smile just thinking about it 'cos it sounds like something that a child would say or a woman who's head over hills in love with a great man like I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Here it is, My Yummy Hubby...hehehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To what shall I compare it to?&lt;br /&gt;This sweetness I feel when thots of you&lt;br /&gt;flow thru my subconscious&lt;br /&gt;Or the Sweetness I hear in your voice when you speak to me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;The sweetness conjured in me when we're alone&lt;br /&gt;Can the taste of honey compare?&lt;br /&gt;No I think not.&lt;br /&gt;The experience is unimaginable, incomparable,&lt;br /&gt;exhilirating....&lt;br /&gt;Oh! There's that sweetness of your kiss&lt;br /&gt;That one in your eyes- true, sincere, pure bliss&lt;br /&gt;So, in simple words that I would use for now&lt;br /&gt;You're my yummy hubby&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to give you my vow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-7151358333465309129?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/7151358333465309129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/7151358333465309129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-yummy-hubby.html' title='My Yummy Hubby'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-6371413650228741191</id><published>2007-03-11T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T04:44:30.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/Rp9Ocb6vitI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jvj6O4BP3mU/s1600-h/sleepless01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088872354389396178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/Rp9Ocb6vitI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jvj6O4BP3mU/s320/sleepless01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;On one of my sleepless nights, probably after my usual wonderful phone conversation with my gal friend....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have tried for several hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried with no success to yield...&lt;br /&gt;to let myself drift on to sleep&lt;br /&gt;but how could I really... really&lt;br /&gt;when these walls and all within&lt;br /&gt;do not offer the warmth of a home&lt;br /&gt;when I can find all but you&lt;br /&gt;all but your warm laughter&lt;br /&gt;No wonder it feels so cold, icy&lt;br /&gt;no wonder I stay awake, I see&lt;br /&gt;Only some months ago... mmm&lt;br /&gt;I shared the best moments I ever had&lt;br /&gt;laughing, smiling, talking I slept&lt;br /&gt;like a little babe yes I slept&lt;br /&gt;opened my eyes and there you were&lt;br /&gt;I beheld the brightness of your face&lt;br /&gt;tasted of your wine and it became mine&lt;br /&gt;drank from your sacred cup and was drunk&lt;br /&gt;like I had never been....&lt;br /&gt;no wonder tonight I fight to sleep&lt;br /&gt;for I can find all, all but you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-6371413650228741191?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/6371413650228741191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/6371413650228741191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/03/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless...'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qno4togXFmo/Rp9Ocb6vitI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jvj6O4BP3mU/s72-c/sleepless01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-8630568800667995744</id><published>2007-03-11T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T05:45:34.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Wifey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wonderful woman in my life wrote me a poem a couple of days ago. I hope to post this soon. Its called "Yummy Hubby". She's read it to me already and it just blew me away. I guess all I can do is express back in the same manner... My Yummy Wifey.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one maiden for me&lt;br /&gt;though the earth be filled with many&lt;br /&gt;many goldie locks, blondes, brunnets&lt;br /&gt;Norahs, Stacys and even Sarahs&lt;br /&gt;yet you are the one for me&lt;br /&gt;the one to whom i desire to make my vow&lt;br /&gt;My heart waits and is filled with faith&lt;br /&gt;as I anticipate the sealing of our love&lt;br /&gt;the unvieling of its glory...&lt;br /&gt;when to you I shall devote myself&lt;br /&gt;to serve, to protect, to guide and guard&lt;br /&gt;when together we shall return to innocence&lt;br /&gt;when to you I shall yield my strength&lt;br /&gt;Our love shall grow through the seasons of life&lt;br /&gt;time and time again it shall be renewed&lt;br /&gt;and as today... even then...&lt;br /&gt;when the "Proof of our love" is fully grown&lt;br /&gt;matured and "come into its own"&lt;br /&gt;even then my love shall be wholly thine&lt;br /&gt;All my life I shall love you like no other&lt;br /&gt;and be content, filled, drunk with your love&lt;br /&gt;for in you I have found love as in no other&lt;br /&gt;with you I have laughed and cried...&lt;br /&gt;... shared more than I thought I would,... I could&lt;br /&gt;You shall always be my yummy wifey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-8630568800667995744?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/8630568800667995744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/8630568800667995744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/03/yummy-wifey.html' title='Yummy Wifey'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-2060113809507255295</id><published>2007-01-21T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T07:56:18.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime</title><content type='html'>Every time I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Every time I ponder on what we share&lt;br /&gt;How much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;I conclude there is nothing I wouldn’t do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can’t give or bear&lt;br /&gt;To keep you a part of my life&lt;br /&gt;To show you how much I really care&lt;br /&gt;For you have been a light&lt;br /&gt;That banished the shadows&lt;br /&gt;You have been a beautiful tune&lt;br /&gt;That exiled my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;And through the years ahead&lt;br /&gt;Through rains and sun shine&lt;br /&gt;Through tempests and raging seas&lt;br /&gt;When all things change&lt;br /&gt;You will remain my new wine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-2060113809507255295?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/2060113809507255295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/2060113809507255295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/01/everytime.html' title='Everytime'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-4568471359613973324</id><published>2007-01-21T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T07:48:01.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simile of U n I</title><content type='html'>Like the sun and its shine&lt;br /&gt;Like music and its beats&lt;br /&gt;A candle light dinner and wine&lt;br /&gt;A consuming fire and its heat&lt;br /&gt;Like the ocean and its waves&lt;br /&gt;The sky and its blue&lt;br /&gt;A cemetery and its rows of graves&lt;br /&gt;A deep mystery with no clue&lt;br /&gt;Like a play and its scenes&lt;br /&gt;Eyes, nose, lips and a face&lt;br /&gt;The forbidden fruit and sin&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness and amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;Like honey and the bee&lt;br /&gt;Without you my life is incomplete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-4568471359613973324?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/4568471359613973324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/4568471359613973324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/01/simile-of-u-n-i.html' title='Simile of U n I'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-8810638760033306593</id><published>2007-01-21T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T07:15:35.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can never tell just how much&lt;br /&gt;We mean to someone we just met&lt;br /&gt;We make this big impression&lt;br /&gt;And a life is suddenly awakened&lt;br /&gt;Life and love are discovered&lt;br /&gt;Meaning and purpose are found&lt;br /&gt;You have made that impression&lt;br /&gt;You have opened a door&lt;br /&gt;One that had been closed for ages&lt;br /&gt;Now the sun rays are filling a once darkened heart&lt;br /&gt;That is brightening up with the many colours of love for you&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance of the rose at dawn now fills a life&lt;br /&gt;With a pleasing smell that provokes delight so true&lt;br /&gt;I begin to ask myself where you’ve been all my life&lt;br /&gt;My love, my light, my wife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-8810638760033306593?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/8810638760033306593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/8810638760033306593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/01/impresso.html' title='Impresso'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-7540230006689812429</id><published>2007-01-21T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T07:17:53.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Magical are moments we share&lt;br /&gt;In affectionate exchanges that has brought us near&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands and opening minds&lt;br /&gt;Uncovering our deepest self through open blinds&lt;br /&gt;Simple reflections of beautiful moments shared&lt;br /&gt;That has left you a person to whom I am endeared&lt;br /&gt;Regular spots, regular music but vivid experiences&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of which far outweighs our obvious differences&lt;br /&gt;These times spent in exchange so magical, so divine&lt;br /&gt;With someone I cherish, someone I can call mine&lt;br /&gt;It is a special person that makes all the difference&lt;br /&gt;Observing my special moments its you I see through the lens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-7540230006689812429?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/7540230006689812429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/7540230006689812429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2007/01/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-7241095247651208221</id><published>2006-12-23T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T07:55:03.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>If I let you be will you come to me?&lt;br /&gt;If I break the bonds and set you free&lt;br /&gt;Unclip your wings and set your sails&lt;br /&gt;Will you leave this heart weak n frail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fail to make you cry as others did&lt;br /&gt;Will you think me less and make me bleed&lt;br /&gt;Make me pay for crimes I didn’t commit&lt;br /&gt;Bring me pain for helping you to your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dilemma really makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;Aduke, I know not what you seek&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think love must bring pain?&lt;br /&gt;Alas I fear your past has made you insane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-7241095247651208221?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/7241095247651208221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/7241095247651208221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2006/12/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-7069534674138488719</id><published>2006-12-23T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T07:53:04.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Lines</title><content type='html'>Sweet lines, like sweet wine&lt;br /&gt;Come not without diligent labor&lt;br /&gt;Till five toiling from nine&lt;br /&gt;Then heaven yields its favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet rhymes like sweet limes&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant and greatly desired&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing time after time&lt;br /&gt;Comfort for the weary n tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-7069534674138488719?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/7069534674138488719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/7069534674138488719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2006/12/sweet-lines.html' title='Sweet Lines'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-5360963409166682191</id><published>2006-12-23T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T07:36:33.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilema</title><content type='html'>I cannot decipher if this is simply an obsession&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may, I am drawn, caught in this confusion&lt;br /&gt;Lost in this trance that holds so fast, so sure&lt;br /&gt;Taken by these waves flowing away from shore&lt;br /&gt;Out of control despite my ability to reason&lt;br /&gt;My choices condemning me guilty of treason&lt;br /&gt;Fighting desperately to gain sanity&lt;br /&gt;Yet desiring to be far, far from reality&lt;br /&gt;I know what you desire to say to me&lt;br /&gt;In and through your eyes I can clearly see&lt;br /&gt;You view me in this helpless state&lt;br /&gt;Stand aloof in fear to further complicate&lt;br /&gt;So you are drawn into a game of pretence&lt;br /&gt;You mask these emotions that are so intense&lt;br /&gt;But I know you are as much a lost soul&lt;br /&gt;Lost as I am in this deep, deep, dark hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of walking away hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;Staying together simply drives us mad&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be bold, be man enough&lt;br /&gt;To make the choices so mean, so tough&lt;br /&gt;Deny you this fruit in my hands right now&lt;br /&gt;Leave you in the open fields alone to plough&lt;br /&gt;Knowing an orchid, a vine yard is yours to gain&lt;br /&gt;Only if you endure the coming season of pain&lt;br /&gt;And dare to loose that which you desperately need&lt;br /&gt;In tears, with an aching heart plant this one seed&lt;br /&gt;I Believe one day you will say “thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Walking away was the right thing to do”&lt;br /&gt;So here I am mustering all the will in me&lt;br /&gt;Hoping finally I can truly let you see&lt;br /&gt;That your journey to that land beyond the sea&lt;br /&gt;Is one with another, someone other than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-5360963409166682191?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/5360963409166682191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/5360963409166682191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2006/12/dilema.html' title='Dilema'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-8412282847191019817</id><published>2006-12-23T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T06:51:23.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enitan</title><content type='html'>Slim, fair and as natural as day&lt;br /&gt;Rich like fresh ears of corn&lt;br /&gt;Delightsome as a comic play&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable yet not a pawn&lt;br /&gt;Sweet like a wedding song&lt;br /&gt;A tune like no other&lt;br /&gt;Provoking emotions so strong&lt;br /&gt;She left me sick with fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips coated with honey&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and void of lies&lt;br /&gt;Comforting like a bunny&lt;br /&gt;Her loyalty has no price&lt;br /&gt;A gentle breeze so light&lt;br /&gt;Graceful, royal and tender&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, a truly grand sight&lt;br /&gt;Crown jewel of the female gender&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-8412282847191019817?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/8412282847191019817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640021880280963644/posts/default/8412282847191019817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worddom.blogspot.com/2006/12/enitan.html' title='Enitan'/><author><name>Street Preacher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qno4togXFmo/S8pCHCEx6aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4vTmOMgE7V4/S220/retro-mic-in-spotlight-thumb1083906.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640021880280963644.post-4901744389945683034</id><published>2006-12-23T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:50:19.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aching</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Aching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aching, my craving&lt;br /&gt;My searching, my longing&lt;br /&gt;This rain, my tears&lt;br /&gt;This shadow, my fear&lt;br /&gt;I cry as my soul yearns&lt;br /&gt;Weep as my flesh burns&lt;br /&gt;At the close of day, of all play&lt;br /&gt;When all gather to kneel n pray&lt;br /&gt;Then I am clothed in solitude&lt;br /&gt;Cold and alone as a destitute&lt;br /&gt;I have searched so much for reason&lt;br /&gt;I have laid low but now I am risen&lt;br /&gt;From my slumber and deep sleep&lt;br /&gt;Coming to life from head to toe tip&lt;br /&gt;And tho this process is filled with aches&lt;br /&gt;Tho I wonder if I have what it takes&lt;br /&gt;I know I was born for this very cause&lt;br /&gt;The vision fills me with great force&lt;br /&gt;Hope stands like a little candle in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Insight like a skilled archer before his mark&lt;br /&gt;My arms thus are made strong&lt;br /&gt;And my heart healed from every wrong&lt;br /&gt;My soul filled with so much faith&lt;br /&gt;Convinced I shall have that for which I wait…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640021880280963644-4901744389945683034?l=worddom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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