<?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-4614599857054342624</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:05:50.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick M's archived and ill-named poetry blog</title><subtitle type='html'>I've been writing poetry since high school.  Needless to say, I've written a lot of it.  Some of it is inspiring.  Some of it is suicidal.  Some of it (not much, mind you) sucks.  I'll try to weed out the suckage.  So enjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-7881207402050870603</id><published>2011-04-28T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:01:33.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Final post</title><content type='html'>In the interest of compressing all my content and writing into a single, shiny, streamlined blog, I an shutting this blog down.&amp;nbsp; as with my other blogs, I will be keeping this up for posterity and linking.&amp;nbsp; If you have this blog in your blogroll, please feel free to update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://patrickmspeaks.wordpress.com/"&gt;Patrick M Speaks (despite advice to the contrary)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614599857054342624-7881207402050870603?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/7881207402050870603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/7881207402050870603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2011/04/final-post.html' title='Final post'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-8742349114310454076</id><published>2009-11-07T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:28:38.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You chose this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;settled in and resigned yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to failed aspirations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to lonely nights,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to a pile of burdens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and no rewards &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;except what you can eke out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the aspirations of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You bought the lie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the one you found on videotape,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the one where instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of constructing the facade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;necessary in the world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you bared your heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and kept at it until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time had passed and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you were left with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;followed the formula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;laid out for someone else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sought what others suggested,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and as you discovered your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you discovered your path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lay untold miles behind.&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/4614599857054342624-8742349114310454076?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/8742349114310454076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/8742349114310454076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2009/11/moron.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Moron&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-3589966578471905624</id><published>2009-08-21T22:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:33:20.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Secluded and Eluded, Diluted and Deluded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A period comes&lt;br /&gt;empty echoing&lt;br /&gt;only the voice I use&lt;br /&gt;when no one is listening anymore&lt;br /&gt;singing, screaming, declaring&lt;br /&gt;But simply that which was&lt;br /&gt;which now only is when&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the sounds erupt&lt;br /&gt;but the piece missing remains&lt;br /&gt;poring over some old tapes&lt;br /&gt;reveals it in its glory&lt;br /&gt;but that pursuit is&lt;br /&gt;a quest of the young&lt;br /&gt;and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the course of years&lt;br /&gt;in their merciless march&lt;br /&gt;across my crevici and planes&lt;br /&gt;seek to rob the fire&lt;br /&gt;and the piss&lt;br /&gt;and the vinegar&lt;br /&gt;that defined the pursuit of something&lt;br /&gt;that I now understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet reliving this&lt;br /&gt;trying to capture that moment&lt;br /&gt;or that year or night&lt;br /&gt;when the fires burned high&lt;br /&gt;and the dance carried on&lt;br /&gt;is the pursuit that now&lt;br /&gt;is merely the grindstone&lt;br /&gt;for the hope-flavored grist.&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/4614599857054342624-3589966578471905624?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/3589966578471905624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/3589966578471905624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2009/08/secluded-and-eluded-diluted-and-deluded.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Secluded and Eluded, Diluted and Deluded&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-1638499810208511925</id><published>2009-02-15T20:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:47:42.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book of Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I get on to leave the non-sequitur&lt;br /&gt;As it is a day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;Figure I'll browse the rows and columns&lt;br /&gt;And find the answer I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of hyphenation or just new names&lt;br /&gt;Denoting a waste of time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;And possibilities present themselves&lt;br /&gt;Except to the chickenshit.&lt;br /&gt;So I pass them by and pick another.&lt;br /&gt;Another in my column.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean anything more than a glimpse&lt;br /&gt;Through a lens in someone else's hand.&lt;br /&gt;Of course the one in my own is shaky&lt;br /&gt;And only fit to capture others.&lt;br /&gt;And being cheap the other is darkness&lt;br /&gt;Unless I add a floodlight.&lt;br /&gt;But in doing so I am blinded&lt;br /&gt;Which may be the better course.&lt;br /&gt;As I have been sitting here for hours&lt;br /&gt;With dreams and visions in my head&lt;br /&gt;And sagging hope in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should go somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;Where they put on a show for your arousal.&lt;br /&gt;At least then I know to expect nothing&lt;br /&gt;In return for a moment of interest.&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I should pull the plug&lt;br /&gt;And crawl into bed and go to sleep.&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/4614599857054342624-1638499810208511925?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/1638499810208511925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/1638499810208511925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2009/02/book-of-faces.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Book of Faces&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-5295290743066972159</id><published>2008-11-19T13:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:22:50.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple Short One</title><content type='html'>As my poetry can be extremely sort (like certain anatomical features), here's a couple, so short I leave them untitled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time counting down&lt;br /&gt;What do I know&lt;br /&gt;What do I feel&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside the depths&lt;br /&gt;Word after word after word&lt;br /&gt;Song after song after song&lt;br /&gt;In this place I hide&lt;br /&gt;In this place I am known&lt;br /&gt;One out of many&lt;br /&gt;Now I am one&lt;br /&gt;In this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/SSRZKXQz-nI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nTt4GvZHGec/s1600-h/horizontal-border.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 36px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/SSRZKXQz-nI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nTt4GvZHGec/s400/horizontal-border.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270435498508417650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;If you were all alone forever&lt;br /&gt;Would you kill yourself&lt;br /&gt;Is the question I put to you&lt;br /&gt;And I think everybody should say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;How free can you be&lt;br /&gt;Unless you join everybody&lt;br /&gt;Dead and cold and in a box&lt;br /&gt;Happy that you're alone in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide&lt;br /&gt;I personally recommend it&lt;br /&gt;To anyone whose life sucks&lt;br /&gt;So much that they don't care&lt;br /&gt;Except to watch a train bear down on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate&lt;br /&gt;A happy world in an unhappy world&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think I use it so much&lt;br /&gt;To describe life there is none better&lt;br /&gt;But if you're dead you don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614599857054342624-5295290743066972159?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/5295290743066972159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/5295290743066972159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/11/couple-short-one.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A couple Short One&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/SSRZKXQz-nI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nTt4GvZHGec/s72-c/horizontal-border.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-5141346467067032079</id><published>2008-11-07T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:22:14.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the night&lt;br /&gt;I was alone&lt;br /&gt;And yet I hang onto the last fragile thread of life&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night&lt;br /&gt;In the dark&lt;br /&gt;Alone a fantasy goes unabated still&lt;br /&gt;All about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night&lt;br /&gt;I lie down&lt;br /&gt;My mind aflow with thoughts and fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night&lt;br /&gt;Cold bright night&lt;br /&gt;I contemplate my existence without you&lt;br /&gt;My body still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night&lt;br /&gt;When death comes&lt;br /&gt;I look back on my life and ask myself why&lt;br /&gt;I cannot love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night&lt;br /&gt;The last night&lt;br /&gt;The night that I discover I am condemned&lt;br /&gt;Never to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night&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/4614599857054342624-5141346467067032079?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/5141346467067032079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/5141346467067032079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-night.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;In The Night&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-8683775108507589577</id><published>2008-07-17T22:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:47:09.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Song - Perspective </title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="splr1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b id="h7m2"&gt;1. Definitions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the One.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know her name.&lt;br /&gt;There are many names that&lt;br /&gt;Cross my mind, my lips, my pen.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know her face.&lt;br /&gt;From childhood to rebirth&lt;br /&gt;To cold existence many faces.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know her heart.&lt;br /&gt;For though we may have met&lt;br /&gt;It has yet to be revealed,&lt;br /&gt;Yet--&lt;br /&gt;I count the seconds and the years.&lt;br /&gt;I seek her with every thought.&lt;br /&gt;I desire her deep within.&lt;br /&gt;I love her without reserve.&lt;br /&gt;I cherish her without regret.&lt;br /&gt;I await her in my house&lt;br /&gt;That stands empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b id="fnez"&gt;2. Awakening&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first name, a dim memory&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew love, desire,&lt;br /&gt;At a time of only innocence,&lt;br /&gt;Lost to me before I could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stirrings came later,&lt;br /&gt;The desire for something,&lt;br /&gt;Undefined, unrefined, unmet,&lt;br /&gt;Brief spells all to quick dispelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another name, a single week,&lt;br /&gt;The cold of winter lost in&lt;br /&gt;The heat of a first kiss,&lt;br /&gt;The heat of a first passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Voice conceived, gestated,&lt;br /&gt;Born into first form,&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy, bumbling, struggling&lt;br /&gt;to find itself in Love's wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b id="fnez0"&gt;3. One Ring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another name.  And a face.&lt;br /&gt;And a history.  And a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To explain the situation&lt;br /&gt;Requires conjuring memories&lt;br /&gt;Best left to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a fateful place engaged in song&lt;br /&gt;To the side of a friend gone too soon,&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime of love and pain, of&lt;br /&gt;hope and regret came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With promises binding me forever&lt;br /&gt;To her will and her heart until&lt;br /&gt;I awoke to find the dream ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After time came consummation&lt;br /&gt;Which left us nothing more to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b id="ude8"&gt;4. Wasteland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years had past me by.&lt;br /&gt;Another name, another face,&lt;br /&gt;One that had come before briefly.&lt;br /&gt;For her it had been too long&lt;br /&gt;And she sought me out.&lt;br /&gt;We found solace and comfort,&lt;br /&gt;We witnessed joy and life,&lt;br /&gt;And I lost her to death&lt;br /&gt;Though she lived.  She returned&lt;br /&gt;To the role she lost to Death.&lt;br /&gt;And it was gone too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b id="ude82"&gt;5.Descent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same name, new face,&lt;br /&gt;Many faces, many of them evil,&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of them pretty.&lt;br /&gt;And under that spell I fell,&lt;br /&gt;Surrendering control,&lt;br /&gt;Surrendering dignity,&lt;br /&gt;Passionately discovering betrayal,&lt;br /&gt;Unwittingly gaining the greatest&lt;br /&gt;Joys my world was ever to possess.&lt;br /&gt;That story lives on in them.&lt;br /&gt;That story has another chapter or two,&lt;br /&gt;But I am alone in those chapters&lt;br /&gt;Because I must write it that way.&lt;br /&gt;It is my responsibility to do so.&lt;br /&gt;That is all I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b id="ude85"&gt;6. Hope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From afar I share the minds of those&lt;br /&gt;I could have no other way.&lt;br /&gt;The days and months pass,&lt;br /&gt;Soon to be years uncounted.&lt;br /&gt;I subsist.  I exist.  I prioritize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet Hope remains now,&lt;br /&gt;Given form in another name&lt;br /&gt;And another face,&lt;br /&gt;One I loved before I could,&lt;br /&gt;One I cherished when my heart was elsewhere,&lt;br /&gt;One who was out of reach&lt;br /&gt;By time then, by distance now,&lt;br /&gt;A dream now, perhaps forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to find her,&lt;br /&gt;The One that I seek.&lt;br /&gt;For now my compass points North.&lt;br /&gt;How long it does I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I continue the search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;(I wrote this one at 1:00AM a few days ago, after lying in bed for an hour unable to sleep.  It took half an hour, and I still couldn't get fully to sleep until after 2:00.  All it took was a name from a few years back, someone I fell for and couldn't act on, for many reasons, at the time.  And from a logical point of view, I still can't, at least not without a whole lot of problems.  Thus I summarize with poetry, omitting names for obvious reasons.  But if any of them are reading this poem, they will know themselves.  Because this is the whole story of my love life, as it may be.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614599857054342624-8683775108507589577?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/8683775108507589577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/8683775108507589577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-song-perspective.html' title='&lt;div id=&quot;yrk_&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A Love Song - Perspective &lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-7036124255762324910</id><published>2008-05-24T15:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:35:29.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lament</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(note:  I'll be posting some of the poetry from &lt;a href="http://storiesfromthefrontrow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stories From The Front Row&lt;/a&gt; here as I either add or write them.  Some duplication is good for the carpal tunnel, I say.  Not that I have carpal tunnel, but you know what I mean....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now goodnight to you my love&lt;br /&gt;When last we stood together&lt;br /&gt;When last you knew my name&lt;br /&gt;Time had passed by&lt;br /&gt;At a speed that not mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time knows the score&lt;br /&gt;Runs for the end of the race&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me standing&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for answers that&lt;br /&gt;Never appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only the time had chosen&lt;br /&gt;To wait while I gathered my&lt;br /&gt;Hopes and my dreams and my&lt;br /&gt;Last gasp for love in a&lt;br /&gt;Bleak wasteland here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing o'er this monument&lt;br /&gt;That says little of you but&lt;br /&gt;that you existed, not loved or&lt;br /&gt;left me and left us and took my&lt;br /&gt;heart to your grave.&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/4614599857054342624-7036124255762324910?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/7036124255762324910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/7036124255762324910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/05/lament.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Lament&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-5417932741015327024</id><published>2008-05-05T00:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:40:22.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call from the Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am alone here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the darkness I now live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;Trapped by my past&lt;br /&gt;This is the way I will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After that time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The time it was long ago&lt;br /&gt;But not that far away&lt;br /&gt;I found true love then that I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But soon there came a dark dark day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I lie&lt;br /&gt;Alone nowhere&lt;br /&gt;My past replayed through my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I see her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At that sight&lt;br /&gt;I feel my heart stop&lt;br /&gt;And dreamed of that glorious day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That killed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I remember her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Her body close to mine&lt;br /&gt;I could not hear the alarms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then I crossed the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then it came&lt;br /&gt;My heart it died&lt;br /&gt;The end of my happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I search&lt;br /&gt;For love I seek&lt;br /&gt;Before I fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Forever&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/4614599857054342624-5417932741015327024?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/5417932741015327024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/5417932741015327024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/05/call-from-darkness.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Call from the Darkness&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-7320243209791751098</id><published>2008-04-27T17:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:38:07.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(This is what happens when I've been blogging too much and then am faced with a lot of time at work in front of the computer with nothing to do.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know you stimulate you argue&lt;br /&gt;Until I really don't have and answer&lt;br /&gt;Or cogent response because you come&lt;br /&gt;With the force of your passion and&lt;br /&gt;The weight of your convictions prepared&lt;br /&gt;For every battle ever fought over lines&lt;br /&gt;Over ideology, over right and truth&lt;br /&gt;But on I go without end because I know&lt;br /&gt;You feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle lines drawn the war rages between&lt;br /&gt;Two camps with labels affixed like pins&lt;br /&gt;Waving flags on your chests, armor worn&lt;br /&gt;Destined to meet, to fight, to never give&lt;br /&gt;Even an inch to your loony adversary who&lt;br /&gt;Cuts and pastes a wall and a castle around&lt;br /&gt;A solitary point on the field of battle&lt;br /&gt;Wholly opposed on every front and dedicated&lt;br /&gt;To total victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed you would say, given to grace and&lt;br /&gt;To defend the values on which your heart lies&lt;br /&gt;You walk with God through the world to make&lt;br /&gt;Both it and yourself better and then go&lt;br /&gt;To passionately stand up with words to match&lt;br /&gt;Your deeds and share of yourself so that the many&lt;br /&gt;May be led down a path where all are saved, not&lt;br /&gt;By the God of your fathers but by the principles&lt;br /&gt;Espoused by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into this maelstrom of noise a vulgar hand grenade&lt;br /&gt;Erupting with a Report across America that is&lt;br /&gt;Right in Heart, with a Mission to bring&lt;br /&gt;the level of Discourse to a new level.&lt;br /&gt;You know of whom I speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614599857054342624-7320243209791751098?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/7320243209791751098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/7320243209791751098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/04/conversations.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Conversations&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-8223460636029700787</id><published>2008-03-30T15:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:43:27.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Want To Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You want to know?&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone counting the days&lt;br /&gt;A single song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Filling my heart and my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Reloading the loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I know.&lt;br /&gt;Have to answer the questions&lt;br /&gt;Every day when I look into&lt;br /&gt;A couple of pairs of starry eyes&lt;br /&gt;Give them an answer when there is none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to know?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I cut, maybe if I bleed&lt;br /&gt;The bitterness building up in me&lt;br /&gt;The questions they will ask one day&lt;br /&gt;The lies and equivocations I will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I know?&lt;br /&gt;Walked down a path with each one in tow&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I will walk this path alone&lt;br /&gt;And fill up the wellspring of hate for her&lt;br /&gt;While trying to teach them love alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know.&lt;br /&gt;Pity I say that you came this day&lt;br /&gt;Discovered me too late to save me&lt;br /&gt;And though you don't know my own&lt;br /&gt;Two alone in the world but for me.&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/4614599857054342624-8223460636029700787?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/8223460636029700787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/8223460636029700787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-want-to-know.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;You Want To Know&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-9105503453373666501</id><published>2008-03-16T01:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:34:13.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Eve of Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ghost from the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will not last&lt;br /&gt;It will just fade away&lt;br /&gt;Escape from the night&lt;br /&gt;Into the light&lt;br /&gt;From the darkness of the day&lt;br /&gt;It comes to kill me&lt;br /&gt;Then to fill me&lt;br /&gt;It comes to watch me die&lt;br /&gt;The world is gathered here&lt;br /&gt;Gathered in fear&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gives a fuck why&lt;br /&gt;I want to burn want to fry&lt;br /&gt;I want to die&lt;br /&gt;Watch me fade away&lt;br /&gt;For me thereis no light&lt;br /&gt;In the dark of the night&lt;br /&gt;And darkness in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sometimes I grind my teeth at the singsongy nature of some of my early poems.  But this, like many others, was inspired by someone.  So since I've had my better poems, Here's some early shit to laugh a little at.  I think I was still in high school when I wrote this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4614599857054342624-9105503453373666501?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/9105503453373666501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/9105503453373666501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/03/at-eve-of-night.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;At the Eve of Night&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-6369476773620280925</id><published>2008-03-07T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:35:26.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alone,&lt;br /&gt;How they feel,&lt;br /&gt;The two that could never be,&lt;br /&gt;The happiness they will never see,&lt;br /&gt;This is their world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As the darkness descends upon the world, a voice in the lengthening shadows cries out, demanding to be let free, the anguish flowing in her small voice, ravaged as it may be from the tortures.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going by,&lt;br /&gt;The end is far away and wanted,&lt;br /&gt;And then the three will be free,&lt;br /&gt;To roam through the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Brought back from the edge of insanity, he continues to slide back toward that boundary that all fear, for once he crosses it he will be lost.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tested in fire,&lt;br /&gt;The One stands aside and sees it fall,&lt;br /&gt;The end of sanity for the One and all,&lt;br /&gt;The end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The One is alone now, as he has been for the ages, except for the brief moment when someone had reached out to him, freeing from the shackles of his curse, which now grow heavier by the day.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What meaning,&lt;br /&gt;It had for any of them ever at all,&lt;br /&gt;Insanity, desolation, the poet born,&lt;br /&gt;Into this twisted world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The lives are in the balance, for all near destruction, and only the poet can see, in his wisdom, the fate that they will face if they do not all survive, for one falling will take the others into a Hell grater than the one they face in this life.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How they feel,&lt;br /&gt;The two that could never be,&lt;br /&gt;The happiness they will never see,&lt;br /&gt;This is their world.&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/4614599857054342624-6369476773620280925?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/6369476773620280925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/6369476773620280925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/03/triangle.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Triangle&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-5739239480421601019</id><published>2008-03-07T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:32:01.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I here for&lt;br /&gt;In this world&lt;br /&gt;That has been&lt;br /&gt;My eternal hell&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I may&lt;br /&gt;Never be able&lt;br /&gt;To know&lt;br /&gt;What my purpose&lt;br /&gt;In this world&lt;br /&gt;May ever be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I wait&lt;br /&gt;Alone here now&lt;br /&gt;Wondering&lt;br /&gt;Who I am&lt;br /&gt;And why I'm here&lt;br /&gt;And will it end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614599857054342624-5739239480421601019?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/5739239480421601019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/5739239480421601019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-am-i.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Who Am I?&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-4670914209718261087</id><published>2008-02-27T22:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:01:21.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. a new purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Day begins&lt;br /&gt;As the sky grows bright&lt;br /&gt;As I rise from slumber&lt;br /&gt;I think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Forever in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I hold you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do I wait&lt;br /&gt;But why do I falter&lt;br /&gt;But why do I hesitate&lt;br /&gt;To tell you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I hold myself&lt;br /&gt;And I draw myself in&lt;br /&gt;And I shrink from it all&lt;br /&gt;I think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. hopeless love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I don't come out and tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe fear&lt;br /&gt;Fear of rejection&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me in the loneliness that is my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew how to say&lt;br /&gt;Say what I want to say&lt;br /&gt;Then I would say it&lt;br /&gt;Tell it all to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hopelessness&lt;br /&gt;It is my only friend&lt;br /&gt;A friend I will embrace who is not you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. the curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Love was never mine to be&lt;br /&gt;But once I caught a glimpse of Love&lt;br /&gt;And as I sit here I can see&lt;br /&gt;That until my end I'll be alone&lt;br /&gt;My one true cursed lot in life&lt;br /&gt;That causes my tortured soul to burn&lt;br /&gt;And strike my small heart like a knife&lt;br /&gt;And waiting for my life to end&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what I am to do&lt;br /&gt;I know my curse that brings my end&lt;br /&gt;Will make me face it without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. the depths of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I gaze across the clear blue water on a clear spring day&lt;br /&gt;Looking for Love that someone does now hide&lt;br /&gt;As in the shadows my life slowly fades away&lt;br /&gt;It is as if I have already died&lt;br /&gt;And to those who will find me I cannot say&lt;br /&gt;Because the cruel Love to me has lied&lt;br /&gt;And for Love to come I continue to pray&lt;br /&gt;Even as I grow dark deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;To look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To see you smile at me with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kiss you tenderly&lt;br /&gt;Caress your loving heart&lt;br /&gt;And know your love in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you will understand&lt;br /&gt;And hold me as I relive the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give my own soul life&lt;br /&gt;That I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;And we become as one in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I fade away&lt;br /&gt;When I reach my end&lt;br /&gt;I know you will be there forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. unrequited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in this world can I do for you&lt;br /&gt;How can I make you see&lt;br /&gt;Without using the few words I know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;I wait in the shadows my body is tensed&lt;br /&gt;I will not let you fall&lt;br /&gt;You smile and I walk away alone&lt;br /&gt;For me now that is all&lt;br /&gt;For Love has kept me alone tough I try&lt;br /&gt;To say to you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;For the pains of past love they still remain&lt;br /&gt;And slowly do they heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. are you a goddess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With in your sight I an consumed&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty living forever&lt;br /&gt;All the world cries out&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty lives forever&lt;br /&gt;You sit above all like a jewel&lt;br /&gt;A star in the sky&lt;br /&gt;A diamond cut perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Without a flaw&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take my eyes away&lt;br /&gt;Take them away from you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot look away&lt;br /&gt;Even if I were to try&lt;br /&gt;The stars in the sky are cast away&lt;br /&gt;to make room for you in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And sleep comes easily&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you are there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. i leave once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate calls to me and I find that I must leave&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll never feel the love that you could give&lt;br /&gt;And my heavy heart in my chest is nearing the break&lt;br /&gt;But I hold it in as I gaze upon you for the last time&lt;br /&gt;And I think of what could have been and I know it could not&lt;br /&gt;But the story of you and the story of me begin to diverge once again&lt;br /&gt;Out to the world you go, and off to a land far away I'll be&lt;br /&gt;But know that as long as you remember I'll still be there&lt;br /&gt;And I will remember, and I will replay those days in my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I will believe that something more was in my grasp&lt;br /&gt;So I say goodbye to you as I hear the voice of fate calling&lt;br /&gt;And I find that it is time for me to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614599857054342624-4670914209718261087?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/4670914209718261087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/4670914209718261087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/02/second-love-song.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The Second Love Song&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-7759745956921353979</id><published>2008-02-21T23:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:10:04.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. will I have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here all alone thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in my lost life&lt;br /&gt;As I think about you, what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;I think of young one, then of a knife&lt;br /&gt;I think about you always at my side&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I’ve always known&lt;br /&gt;Without you in my thoughts I have already died&lt;br /&gt;I am back where I started and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Now I drifted to sleep alone once more&lt;br /&gt;I may never get to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;As the knife shifts in my body on the floor&lt;br /&gt;My need for you fades with my life in to the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. my life about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where ever I may be&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Where ever I may go&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I may do&lt;br /&gt;I will do it for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I may say&lt;br /&gt;I will care for you&lt;br /&gt;Whoever I may know&lt;br /&gt;I know that I need you&lt;br /&gt;When ever I do die&lt;br /&gt;It would be without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. the way to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abyss that I look across&lt;br /&gt;That which I must now cross&lt;br /&gt;Not money and power and gold&lt;br /&gt;Does the far side of the abyss hold&lt;br /&gt;With only you on the other side&lt;br /&gt;The abyss to cross is still inside&lt;br /&gt;The pit of my death and emotional hell&lt;br /&gt;My life remaining offered to sell&lt;br /&gt;But inside alone is me&lt;br /&gt;And soon you will be able to see&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. we must escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger in our lives I see&lt;br /&gt;What I desire may never be&lt;br /&gt;For what one needs the other can give&lt;br /&gt;If only we both can sanely live&lt;br /&gt;Desires unfold that you can't see&lt;br /&gt;Desires that flow to you from me&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in lives fucked from the day of birth&lt;br /&gt;That have survived so far in this deadly earth&lt;br /&gt;Seek me out now so we may be one&lt;br /&gt;O lovely beauty, “Run with me, let's run”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. life becomes a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Holding your body and soul close to me&lt;br /&gt;I look up at the sky and see your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I know I need you if I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Able to live, to see my life grove.&lt;br /&gt;And I can hold you forever it may seem&lt;br /&gt;But as I write this by the radio alone&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it will only be as dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. my paradox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;Without you by my side to hold me up.&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;Because I saw you I will be this way.&lt;br /&gt;Into&lt;br /&gt;Nothingness&lt;br /&gt;Because my love is not to be requited.&lt;br /&gt;Now I&lt;br /&gt;Must leave here&lt;br /&gt;To escape from the love that will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. I leave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone at night dreaming of you next to me&lt;br /&gt;And now I see I may have to let you go away.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts poured out to you and I can't see&lt;br /&gt;And now I retreat in darkness as you move into the day&lt;br /&gt;And I am alone once more, may I soon be&lt;br /&gt;Able to leave, to die in peace, to slowly fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. my end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end&lt;br /&gt;I’ll raise up from my death I know not when.&lt;br /&gt;No more a friend&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ll never look into your eyes again.&lt;br /&gt;Love will fade not&lt;br /&gt;Despite the hell you didn’t  know you put me through.&lt;br /&gt;The fires grow hot&lt;br /&gt;As I disappear, you do not know what you do.&lt;br /&gt;But now I die&lt;br /&gt;My soul grows darker with everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;And never will I&lt;br /&gt;Be able to show my painful love for you.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.google.com/musica?aid=vyUEqWLJliJ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=music&amp;amp;ct=result"&gt;(note: being one of my early works, I did borrow and paraphrase from lyrics by The Doors .   Therefore, accept this in the spirit in which it was written, which was not with absolute originality.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614599857054342624-7759745956921353979?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/7759745956921353979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/7759745956921353979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-love-song.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The First Love Song&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-3071016308497464842</id><published>2008-02-21T14:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T13:28:47.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Love Song</title><content type='html'>1. will I have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here all alone thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in my lost life&lt;br /&gt;As I think about you, what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;I think of young one, then of a knife&lt;br /&gt;I think about you always at my side&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I’ve always known&lt;br /&gt;Without you in my thoughts I have already died&lt;br /&gt;I am back where I started and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Now I drifted to sleep alone once more&lt;br /&gt;I may never get to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;As the knife shifts in my body on the floor&lt;br /&gt;My need for you fades with my life in to the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my life about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where ever I may be&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Where ever I may go&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I may do&lt;br /&gt;I will do it for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I may say&lt;br /&gt;I will care for you&lt;br /&gt;Whoever I may know&lt;br /&gt;I know that I need you&lt;br /&gt;When ever I do die&lt;br /&gt;It would be without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the way to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abyss that I look across&lt;br /&gt;That which I must now cross&lt;br /&gt;Not money and power and gold&lt;br /&gt;Does the far side of the abyss hold&lt;br /&gt;With only you on the other side&lt;br /&gt;The abyss to cross is still inside&lt;br /&gt;The pit of my death and emotional hell&lt;br /&gt;My life remaining offered to sell&lt;br /&gt;But inside alone is me&lt;br /&gt;And soon you will be able to see&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. we must escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger in our lives I see&lt;br /&gt;What I desire may never be&lt;br /&gt;For what one needs the other can give&lt;br /&gt;If only we both can sanely live&lt;br /&gt;Desires unfold that you can=t see&lt;br /&gt;Desires that flow to you from me&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in lives fucked from the day of birth&lt;br /&gt;That have survived so far in this deadly earth&lt;br /&gt;Seek me out now so we may be one&lt;br /&gt;O lovely beauty, “Run with me, let's run”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. life becomes a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Holding your body and soul close to me&lt;br /&gt;I look up at the sky and see your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I know I need you if I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Able to live, to see my life grove.&lt;br /&gt;And I can hold you forever it may seem&lt;br /&gt;But as I write this by the radio alone&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it will only be as dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. my paradox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;Without you by my side to hold me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;Because I saw you I will be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into&lt;br /&gt;Nothingness&lt;br /&gt;Because my love is not to be requited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&lt;br /&gt;Must leave here&lt;br /&gt;To escape from the love that will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone at night dreaming of you next to me&lt;br /&gt;And now I see I may have to let you go away.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts poured out to you and I can=t see&lt;br /&gt;And now I retreat in darkness as you move into the day&lt;br /&gt;And I am alone once more, may I soon be&lt;br /&gt;Able to leave, to die in peace, to slowly fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. my end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end&lt;br /&gt;I’ll raise up from my death I know not when.&lt;br /&gt;No more a friend&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ll never look into your eyes again.&lt;br /&gt;Love will fade not&lt;br /&gt;Despite the hell you didn’t=t know you put me through.&lt;br /&gt;The fires grow hot&lt;br /&gt;As I disappear, you do not know what you do.&lt;br /&gt;But now I die&lt;br /&gt;My soul grows darker with everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;And never will I&lt;br /&gt;Be able to show my painful love for you.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614599857054342624-3071016308497464842?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/3071016308497464842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/3071016308497464842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-love-song_21.html' title='The First Love Song'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-8366050575072951834</id><published>2008-02-04T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:31:04.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words for St Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love is evil&lt;br /&gt;You will be consumed and destroyed&lt;br /&gt;Your soul torn in two&lt;br /&gt;You will die&lt;br /&gt;And in the shattered remains of your spirit&lt;br /&gt;A fragmented heart bleeds with hatred&lt;br /&gt;For the bastard that left you in shambles&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding, broken, lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in the cold of the night&lt;br /&gt;Embracing only yourself&lt;br /&gt;And feeling nothing&lt;br /&gt;The hate begins&lt;br /&gt;It flows&lt;br /&gt;Pulsating&lt;br /&gt;Ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to find the fucker&lt;br /&gt;Return the foolish favor&lt;br /&gt;Bring suffering to the smug&lt;br /&gt;Pain to the pussified&lt;br /&gt;Death to the damned&lt;br /&gt;The circle now complete&lt;br /&gt;The shadows come and steal&lt;br /&gt;The remaining twilight&lt;br /&gt;In a futile existence&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/4614599857054342624-8366050575072951834?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/8366050575072951834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/8366050575072951834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/02/words-for-st-valentine.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Words for St Valentine&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-259502371813538766</id><published>2008-01-30T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T14:09:29.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Poems 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At least it makes the post longer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyond The Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am growing my power flowing&lt;br /&gt;Always knowing where I'll be going&lt;br /&gt;Love eludes me yet stronger I grow&lt;br /&gt;Free am I now the pace will not slow&lt;br /&gt;And when fear comes I send it away&lt;br /&gt;It cannot follow as I race into the day&lt;br /&gt;But I saw her and the past came that night&lt;br /&gt;And I went back to the past in the last flicker of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will slowly spread&lt;br /&gt;Till all the people are dead&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm losing my head&lt;br /&gt;It's just been filled with lead&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take this hell of a world anymore&lt;br /&gt;A cold wind begins to blow&lt;br /&gt;My senses begin to slow&lt;br /&gt;All that I want to know&lt;br /&gt;Is a radioactive glow&lt;br /&gt;Take my lifeless body and toss it out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Slumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit there watching you sleep&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what might have been&lt;br /&gt;And could be&lt;br /&gt;Secure in your life snuggled deep&lt;br /&gt;What would it be like now without you&lt;br /&gt;Without me&lt;br /&gt;And in the calm that will precede the storm&lt;br /&gt;You sleep content there now&lt;br /&gt;Heart is true&lt;br /&gt;And I gaze down on your angelic form&lt;br /&gt;I am secure because of you in what&lt;br /&gt;I must do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614599857054342624-259502371813538766?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/259502371813538766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/259502371813538766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/01/short-poems-1.html' title='Short Poems 1'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-5454987785493017335</id><published>2008-01-28T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:13:47.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Center of it all&lt;br /&gt;The middle ground you go&lt;br /&gt;No way for you to fall&lt;br /&gt;In my heart this I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by the road&lt;br /&gt;My work it brings no fame&lt;br /&gt;As my heart weak is slowed&lt;br /&gt;Each day appears the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anything you have&lt;br /&gt;I fight until I die&lt;br /&gt;While you find it given to you&lt;br /&gt;And I am given a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the help of many&lt;br /&gt;I have the help of none&lt;br /&gt;You have the love of those you don't know&lt;br /&gt;Except for dreams I have no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things you have from above&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you can do&lt;br /&gt;I never will see from you the love&lt;br /&gt;The love I silently give to you&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/4614599857054342624-5454987785493017335?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/5454987785493017335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/5454987785493017335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/01/irony.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Irony&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-1499199027690084020</id><published>2008-01-25T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T08:44:35.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Day is Slowly Waning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the day is slowly waning&lt;br /&gt;When the cold of night is nigh&lt;br /&gt;When all we have to say has been said&lt;br /&gt;It is time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words inadequate to the task ahead&lt;br /&gt;Are all I have to offer you&lt;br /&gt;We hope that they will warm and comfort&lt;br /&gt;Until the night is done and through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parting always is the hardest&lt;br /&gt;But one day soon we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;In another place not far away&lt;br /&gt;And we will speak of new things then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distances may separate us&lt;br /&gt;Time may conspire to whisk away&lt;br /&gt;But someday soon we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;And so we wait for that great day&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/4614599857054342624-1499199027690084020?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/1499199027690084020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/1499199027690084020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-day-is-slowly-waning.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;When the Day is Slowly Waning&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-5379868079779543545</id><published>2008-01-24T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T12:25:24.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Death as my friend reins,&lt;br /&gt;The world in darkness forever,&lt;br /&gt;As Death prepares to claim the world,&lt;br /&gt;I howl in ecstacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain that I have bourne,&lt;br /&gt;The hell I have gone through,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare to,&lt;br /&gt;The pain that Death will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my only hope,&lt;br /&gt;This is my only dream,&lt;br /&gt;That Death will scrape the scum,&lt;br /&gt;From this hell that is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain as my salvation,&lt;br /&gt;Only the death of all,&lt;br /&gt;Will hapiness be mine,&lt;br /&gt;As the millions scream in torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning in the eternal flame,&lt;br /&gt;Are the bodies of civilization,&lt;br /&gt;The convultions of Death control them,&lt;br /&gt;They wail as they burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End is coming soon,&lt;br /&gt;And the pain is justified,&lt;br /&gt;For Death will not claim me,&lt;br /&gt;But the world will slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I stand alone here,&lt;br /&gt;The fires of Hell raised,&lt;br /&gt;And my life prolonged in agony,&lt;br /&gt;As others die in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614599857054342624-5379868079779543545?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/5379868079779543545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/5379868079779543545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/01/death.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The Death&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-6180769549773689018</id><published>2008-01-22T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:54:11.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In silence and darkness&lt;br /&gt;I live alone here.&lt;br /&gt;No one is near&lt;br /&gt;To see me the way I am now.&lt;br /&gt;They never knew how&lt;br /&gt;I lost the will to live,&lt;br /&gt;For in my life I did give&lt;br /&gt;And I remained a symbol too&lt;br /&gt;Of what everyone wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;So it is good that they not see me as less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago I came to the world&lt;br /&gt;My plan of life gloriously unfurled&lt;br /&gt;And the multitudes saw me come&lt;br /&gt;Into my life not hearing a hum&lt;br /&gt;Of the approach of my end.&lt;br /&gt;At first I lost just one true friend,&lt;br /&gt;But the years grew darker there&lt;br /&gt;Lonliness now everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And now I was the damned one.&lt;br /&gt;Life had fired a large gun&lt;br /&gt;Killing my weak and damaged heart.&lt;br /&gt;Many a time I fell apart&lt;br /&gt;And the happiness those years that I would know&lt;br /&gt;from the depths of my mind a new life grow.&lt;br /&gt;And the life that I created continues today,&lt;br /&gt;Forever great there, here in hell today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dark year it came to me there&lt;br /&gt;Whatever remained strewn everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;If now was called hell I was happy before.&lt;br /&gt;Now all those days will be damned forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;New lonliness did I learn&lt;br /&gt;As in the fires of hell I burn,&lt;br /&gt;Deceived and tortured mentally.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom I thought I would never see.&lt;br /&gt;But the end of my life there finally came.&lt;br /&gt;When I came out I was nevermore sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I look to my future&lt;br /&gt;My chance to escape&lt;br /&gt;The past that controlled&lt;br /&gt;My very existence.&lt;br /&gt;How could my past&lt;br /&gt;The twisted evil it is&lt;br /&gt;Follow me from hell&lt;br /&gt;To recreate the mess?&lt;br /&gt;And now bourne upon a new land, not far away&lt;br /&gt;From the hell that had spawned me an earlier day.&lt;br /&gt;Beseiged by the return of the past in a new way&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more here left to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I go on thinking&lt;br /&gt;About the three years of utter waste which was my life.&lt;br /&gt;Total loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Throughout that well of pain that was forever my life.&lt;br /&gt;How could I go on&lt;br /&gt;Through this tourture in the rest of my life?&lt;br /&gt;Is the choice clear&lt;br /&gt;As to whether or not to take my wretched life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months left to go before I am free&lt;br /&gt;To run from the hell my life has managed to be&lt;br /&gt;But then she came into my twisted life.&lt;br /&gt;To my heart she was a jagged knife&lt;br /&gt;Yet in my heart I will forever feel&lt;br /&gt;A masochistic love that is forever real.&lt;br /&gt;Those days live in my mind forevermore&lt;br /&gt;As I know I will hold her nevermore.&lt;br /&gt;And I wandered through the world as I wander now&lt;br /&gt;Searching for that love but not knowing how&lt;br /&gt;I will find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of it all came that May&lt;br /&gt;As my life reached the final day.&lt;br /&gt;Now I stood alone, facing the world&lt;br /&gt;And from it in fear I almost curled&lt;br /&gt;And drew away forever.&lt;br /&gt;But my nature itself will never&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay away from my life,&lt;br /&gt;Ever riddled with self-driven strife&lt;br /&gt;That returns every day&lt;br /&gt;To make me pay&lt;br /&gt;For some sin I had not committed&lt;br /&gt;Being sure I've not benefitted&lt;br /&gt;In life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I look again to my future&lt;br /&gt;My second chance to escape&lt;br /&gt;The past that controlled&lt;br /&gt;My very existence.&lt;br /&gt;How could my past&lt;br /&gt;The twisted evil it is&lt;br /&gt;Follow me from the first two hells&lt;br /&gt;To recreate the mess?&lt;br /&gt;I began my life by the water&lt;br /&gt;For my life it is like the water.&lt;br /&gt;It is strong when it flows but can be&lt;br /&gt;Divided and destroyed effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;And did I find the peace that I&lt;br /&gt;Had tried to find lest I wither and die?&lt;br /&gt;Did I discover true happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Was my life no longer a pitiful mess?&lt;br /&gt;Was I free from that hell that I had used to know?&lt;br /&gt;As my life returned the answer to all was NO!&lt;br /&gt;And my dreams were slowly shatteres by shadows of the past&lt;br /&gt;And I wait all alone now wondering how long I will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life by the water is what I live now.&lt;br /&gt;I look upon the water and I ask myself how&lt;br /&gt;I will survive when I see the past again,&lt;br /&gt;For I have seen myself once again go insane.&lt;br /&gt;I have looked for love and I could not find it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that I will never find it.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen my life grow, I have seen it torn away,&lt;br /&gt;And now in my loneliness I wait for the day&lt;br /&gt;That I am freed from the chains of my life.&lt;br /&gt;This will be the last day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;This is where I shall forever remain&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to rise and be crushed once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In silence and darkness&lt;br /&gt;I lived alone there.&lt;br /&gt;No one is aware&lt;br /&gt;Of the way I am now.&lt;br /&gt;They will never know how&lt;br /&gt;I lost the will to live,&lt;br /&gt;For nothing my life I did give&lt;br /&gt;And I remain a symbol I see&lt;br /&gt;Of what no one wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;So it is good that they not see me in the darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614599857054342624-6180769549773689018?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/6180769549773689018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/6180769549773689018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/01/final-song.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The Final Song&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614599857054342624.post-4032100776496239287</id><published>2008-01-21T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:45:20.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once again I find myself alone&lt;br /&gt;as those who are of my persuasion are&lt;br /&gt;left to my own devices&lt;br /&gt;settled in my place&lt;br /&gt;yet unsettled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;Having traveled paths long thought that I&lt;br /&gt;in having chosen&lt;br /&gt;would be a path denied me&lt;br /&gt;yet here I am on the path alone&lt;br /&gt;sundered from she&lt;br /&gt;due to the disease&lt;br /&gt;the truth of which will not come&lt;br /&gt;from deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;I sit and listen to the music of those departed&lt;br /&gt;and then of those that remain&lt;br /&gt;and search my mind and my world&lt;br /&gt;for those in the past&lt;br /&gt;quick in wit&lt;br /&gt;angelic in countenance&lt;br /&gt;or even fair to spend time&lt;br /&gt;on a leisurely day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;And those who have passed beyond my sight are gone&lt;br /&gt;forever beyond my reach&lt;br /&gt;and those I can glimpse from a distance&lt;br /&gt;in their joy&lt;br /&gt;I dare not intrude to shatter&lt;br /&gt;the truth&lt;br /&gt;or the illusion of happiness&lt;br /&gt;for my gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;And thus only words remain by which I&lt;br /&gt;sitting in an empty home&lt;br /&gt;with my hope for the future&lt;br /&gt;away for this night&lt;br /&gt;like many others that will stretch into the remainder of my days&lt;br /&gt;can find the most minute of expression&lt;br /&gt;with which to warm myself&lt;br /&gt;despite Winter's blanket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;And though the season is warm&lt;br /&gt;and filled with hope&lt;br /&gt;the truth is that I have been here&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;since the beginning&lt;br /&gt;and I shall be alone&lt;br /&gt;At the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This poem is a reprint from my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.myspace.com/patrickm1992"&gt;MySpace page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  But since it was the poem that led to this blog, it belongs here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614599857054342624-4032100776496239287?l=thevoicereborn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/4032100776496239287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614599857054342624/posts/default/4032100776496239287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevoicereborn.blogspot.com/2008/01/reflections-of-december.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Reflections of December&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Patrick M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qvPArfb77s/TSnJ9pJ5PBI/AAAAAAAAA34/xhVDlyFel-Q/S220/2011-01-09%2B09-39-13.601.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
