<?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-358668573900313308</id><updated>2011-11-27T20:11:38.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Of The Morning Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-2595321355513278135</id><published>2010-11-16T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:45:49.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe</title><summary type='text'>I am here even if I do not say anything,I silently want your well-being,they would deem it odd to be so crazy,if I were to shout it aloud.Someone once told me to reach for the stars,I am-reaching for you,I see someone better than maybe you see yourself,and yet you are so different.Faux pas and pleasantries aside,who are we left with,would we then be equals,that to decide comes in time.You seem to</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2595321355513278135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2595321355513278135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-believe.html' title='I Believe'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-7738725399491365858</id><published>2010-09-08T12:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:28:33.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lay It Down</title><summary type='text'>I am not one for drama-I leave it where it lies,I do not look back when I say goodbye,I do not know what to say-so I will say nothing at all,a different angle just might shed light.I respond in like manner to what is shown to me,crying victim when you were the one causing the pain,I am still who I have always been,you were the one who changed.You lend yourself to a short end,you rely on secondary</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/lay-it-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/7738725399491365858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/7738725399491365858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/lay-it-down.html' title='Lay It Down'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-2423482010904279521</id><published>2010-08-18T11:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T12:16:48.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience Through Suffering</title><summary type='text'>Funny how things change,tables turn and solid ground shakes,know that growth hides in the broken,and comes patience through suffering.I have moved on - it is over,there is nothing left to say,I am neutral - I am happy,and so you will be someday.Spinning out of a life crisis,take some time to reflect,allow yourself to properly heal,you owe yourself and the next that respect.Look ahead and what do </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/patience-through-suffering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2423482010904279521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2423482010904279521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/patience-through-suffering.html' title='Patience Through Suffering'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-1266152544519431538</id><published>2010-07-19T16:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:55:11.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Poison</title><summary type='text'>Love is like a poison,never can get enough,the heart is an addict,needing even more to fill it up.So here I am searching,for the fix that will let me be,keep my nerves from screaming,calm the perilous sea.Then come the ones who hurt me,target me from every angle,hit me with their best shot,but I have always come through.Here I move on,not as easy as it seems,I take a step into the wild frontier,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/07/like-poison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/1266152544519431538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/1266152544519431538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/07/like-poison.html' title='Like A Poison'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-4717157345590676769</id><published>2009-11-26T00:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:30:42.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Many Crossroads-If The Time Be Right</title><summary type='text'>Oh, be still my heart-I know what you desire,the ever fleeting hope that you can finally share,your wishes could speak volumes,but breathe one day at a time.One word, one sentence, one day, one step,is all that stands between my burden being lifted,oh sweet sorrow how you betray me,but stir me enough to make a change.The confirmation pursued is nearing its inception,years of thought honestly and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-many-crossroads-if-time-be-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4717157345590676769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4717157345590676769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-many-crossroads-if-time-be-right.html' title='One Of Many Crossroads-If The Time Be Right'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-1805813610970300326</id><published>2009-11-15T22:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:41:48.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Thinking It Through</title><summary type='text'>It has been a while since you were in my dreams,I was actually glad that you were back-even if only for a night,I miss you telling me I am beautiful-thank you,those words always meant the world to me.I am still thinking it through,I am still trying to figure out a way I can talk with you,that perfect moment-the one where I can come completely clean,and tell you from my heart that I am deeply </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-thinking-it-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/1805813610970300326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/1805813610970300326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-thinking-it-through.html' title='Just Thinking It Through'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-7729178570300062512</id><published>2009-09-06T22:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:21:28.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chance</title><summary type='text'>You're the one I think about when I feel alone sometimes,and you are the one that I seem to dream about each and every night,and every other dream that I can remember,is me telling myself that I was being too dramatic-I could have done it better.So here is my heart hurting because I want to pick up the pieces,I want to fix this and tell you how sorry I really am,I hope that you would give me that</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/second-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/7729178570300062512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/7729178570300062512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/second-chance.html' title='Second Chance'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-6573484957487627567</id><published>2009-07-14T01:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:26:14.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Five Pages-The Rewrite</title><summary type='text'>I dance this delicate ballet,a unique one that none other will,some will join me in this dance,  only one I wish I was with still.I look through the scrapbook of my life,just plain words written on brown bag type paper,what I would do if I could rewrite these last few,maybe I cannot rewrite the past-but could we start something new?I would be your love-not your mother,I would encourage </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-five-pages-rewrite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6573484957487627567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6573484957487627567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-five-pages-rewrite.html' title='Last Five Pages-The Rewrite'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-6358020662386559113</id><published>2009-04-17T23:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:26:19.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As Love Flows Through Me</title><summary type='text'>I wake up from my dreams of you,I pause as reality hits me,we are not together,and I so wish that we were.Thinking about the days that the sun hit my face,no clouds blocked my view except my own,you tried so hard to understand me,I just could not breathe so I stole my breath from you.Here I stand all alone in the world I created for myself,I feel there is nothing I can say or do to let you know,I</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-love-flows-through-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6358020662386559113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6358020662386559113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-love-flows-through-me.html' title='As Love Flows Through Me'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-2945178215812940805</id><published>2009-03-24T12:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:54:12.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispers Of Strength</title><summary type='text'> Simple solitude escapes me now,a time when I can just be at peace,not worrying about what all problems I have to face,nor the people to whom I wish to please.I stand in the face of a decision,I am not afraid to make it,for I stick to what I believe is right,and I am not afraid to apologize if my logic is wrong.I refuse to sit back with idle hands,I will work until this task is complete,not one </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/whispers-of-strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2945178215812940805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2945178215812940805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/whispers-of-strength.html' title='Whispers Of Strength'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-5418468048431656648</id><published>2009-03-01T00:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:24:06.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Such A Girl</title><summary type='text'>  Many ice cream bowls and romance movies later,I find the answer to the question in my mind,is it wrong to hurt after seeing your crush with another,my answer-absolutely not.Though I be not attached to said crush,it hurts when a wish is not granted,all to easy for me to work through these said hurts,I have known many before.Being a woman means dealing with stupid and endless introspection,why </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-such-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/5418468048431656648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/5418468048431656648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-such-girl.html' title='I Am Such A Girl'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-1160527964884441918</id><published>2009-02-04T23:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:17:36.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Welcome Note From The Author</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the Song Of The Morning poetry journal!  This is going to soon be the new home for my poetry entries.  I am very happy to have you visit here today.  I hope that you will subscribe to this journal and continue to grow with me through my creative expressions.  I love to hear from my readers, so feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me.If you are not one of my regular readers, I invite </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-note-from-author.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/1160527964884441918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/1160527964884441918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-note-from-author.html' title='A Welcome Note From The Author'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-3131550030134202381</id><published>2005-02-01T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:31:39.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Go</title><summary type='text'>Sands of time like dust in the wind,time flies by when you are on my mind,separation seems to never cease,and love-I must-until my end.You lift my life to higher ground,when it seems depression has set abound,you place the stars in my night,and give your heart as my light.Your voice is in my dreams,calling to me it seems,you are always in my thoughts,and always in my heart.Hold me now and do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/02/dont-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/3131550030134202381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/3131550030134202381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/02/dont-let-go.html' title='Don&apos;t Let Go'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-8723124684301275854</id><published>2005-02-01T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:31:00.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where There Is Love</title><summary type='text'>Where there is love,there is your eyes looking into mine,searching and finding my heart so true,screaming out my love for you.Where there is love,there is your arms around me holding tight,putting warmth into a cold day,connecting two souls as one.Where there is love,there is your lips pressing against mine,the powerful lock to stop time,the connection of every nerve in our lives.Where there is </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/02/where-there-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/8723124684301275854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/8723124684301275854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/02/where-there-is-love.html' title='Where There Is Love'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-9027259232210729354</id><published>2005-02-01T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:30:07.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Under Lost And Alone</title><summary type='text'>I love you with every breath I take,for my air is the life you breathe in me,when you are not in my presence,my life is different and changed.I feel as if a part of me is missing,like my heart has been ripped out,although- I know it has,because it's searching to be where you are.The day seems darker without you,as if sunshine has been replaced with rock,this rock lays upon my shoulders,making it </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/02/all-under-lost-and-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/9027259232210729354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/9027259232210729354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/02/all-under-lost-and-alone.html' title='All Under Lost And Alone'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-4139345094536696724</id><published>2003-02-19T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:29:36.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Now</title><summary type='text'>It is going to be what it has to be,the only change is for a baby,I know what is inside,your crazy heart is lying to your eyes.Tell me now,would it had been easier,not to sit around and tease me,I bury the love I once knew.Angel's sparkling eyes,the kiss of the sunset through the clouds,the whispers of the wind,oceans to floods take away.Tell me now,would it had been easier,just to throw away the</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/02/tell-me-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4139345094536696724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4139345094536696724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/02/tell-me-now.html' title='Tell Me Now'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-6060817512232017783</id><published>2003-02-06T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:28:47.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions</title><summary type='text'>When your eyes first looked down at me,I thought I would be joining the army,that what a mistake I had made,but those thoughts only lasted to go away.Now I think just how cool,you really are the nicest teacher,the mistake I thought I made,made me realize that I am totally amazed.When you shared your passions with the class,I smiled and sat tight,I had not shared the same passion for quite some </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/02/first-impressions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6060817512232017783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6060817512232017783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/02/first-impressions.html' title='First Impressions'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-2258332979061289688</id><published>2003-02-05T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:23:28.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buried Alive</title><summary type='text'>Life is not a field of daisies,to those who try to make it roses,these posers of fly traps,let off their beauty while eating you alive.I feel very lonely,as if I am being buried alive,I look up at the pine box I am in,as I realize that dirt has silenced my cries.Beaten without cause,hands of many around my throat to stay,gasping for my last breath of air,as my last words catch wind and fly </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/02/buried-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2258332979061289688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2258332979061289688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/02/buried-alive.html' title='Buried Alive'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-3750940061741998053</id><published>2003-01-15T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:22:53.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs Of Time</title><summary type='text'>I feel as if I am confused,as if I could be used,as if I am weakening down,but to my nature to never wear a frown.You show me signs of acceptance,and signs of reject as well,I do not know whose side you are on,or am I just confused?I was told to not be discouraged,for I am a child of God,and He has His arms around me,and His guard will never be let down.Now I feel like a temporal distortion in </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/01/signs-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/3750940061741998053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/3750940061741998053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/01/signs-of-time.html' title='Signs Of Time'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-4376783416812071993</id><published>2003-01-10T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:18:09.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's Inspiration</title><summary type='text'>Your lips could color a rose,your cheeks are like a warm sunset,your eyes are like snowflakes,glittering their frosty wake.The summer is your birth,warm and cheery,it fills all life,it is a running brook of time.The fall is you growing up,into the gentleman that you will be,the winter are the problems,that you will face with pride.Now that spring has drawn near,you are fully reared,this gentleman</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/01/seasons-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4376783416812071993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4376783416812071993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/01/seasons-inspiration.html' title='Season&apos;s Inspiration'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-7280905940636968626</id><published>2003-01-08T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:17:20.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Remembrance</title><summary type='text'>As fire burns in the night,I seek to leave from this might,if I must stay,then let me die.Bruises hidden,behind a strong body,pain that never will cease,becomes a lease for being tough.As she falls down,without a single breath,she searches to seek,her final death.Away from her slave master,she will not go wild,for she remembers where she came from,for it has not been but a while.Copyright 2003. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/01/hidden-remembrance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/7280905940636968626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/7280905940636968626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/01/hidden-remembrance.html' title='Hidden Remembrance'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-993440621028663354</id><published>2003-01-07T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:16:51.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know You Very Well</title><summary type='text'>I know what you feel,inside and out,you hold back the monster,that is begging to be let out.Immature children,who will not let you be,if this monster was to be let out,all these pests would flee.You are a very accomplished person,even though you may be hurting,you have a heart of gold,which will gracefully grow old.You hold your emotions very well,it is hard to see,but I can tell,because I know </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/01/i-know-you-very-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/993440621028663354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/993440621028663354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/01/i-know-you-very-well.html' title='I Know You Very Well'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-9212633088088986995</id><published>2003-01-06T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:15:44.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth And Forgiveness</title><summary type='text'>A love not forgotten,sweet brown eyes,a tongue only for truth,and not for lies.A new year awaits,what I see beyond my cage,the only one to wait,never to stop and think.Eyes of golden brown,afraid to not win a crown,outside he is happy with cheer,inside he is down with fear.Fall down as if to sleep,no one deserves to weep,yourself aloud and not to creep,this is not what makes you weak.Copyright </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/01/truth-and-forgiveness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/9212633088088986995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/9212633088088986995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/01/truth-and-forgiveness.html' title='Truth And Forgiveness'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-71802004214944484</id><published>2003-01-06T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:16:17.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth, Wind, And Fire</title><summary type='text'>Hands tired and worn,a female with much scorn,she will be torn,from the shadows of time.Some poems do not rhyme,some have claimed mine,they are running out of time,for I refuse to be mimed.Time as our enemy,and water as our friend,without both we do not live,without one-blind.Authority overpowers,common people withdrawn,the tables will one day turn,where authority is not known.Copyright 2003. All</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/01/earth-wind-and-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/71802004214944484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/71802004214944484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/01/earth-wind-and-fire.html' title='Earth, Wind, And Fire'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-3021187070593912514</id><published>2003-01-05T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:14:57.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Know</title><summary type='text'>A handsome man,with muscle and charm,he does not have a bone in his body,that would cause any harm.His interests as mine,a heart as pure as gold,blinded eyes,are not that old.You are a stranger in my life,you have not come to shine your light,where there is a will there is might,I do want you to hold me tonight.I am easy to talk to,some say that makes me beautiful,I want to know what makes you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/01/let-me-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/3021187070593912514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/3021187070593912514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2003/01/let-me-know.html' title='Let Me Know'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-6119714566122439962</id><published>2002-12-23T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:13:54.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Our Team</title><summary type='text'>I feel alone and cold,there is no one here to share this burdensome load,there is not one here now to bring the rain,to shelter me from the sun's deadly rays.Without anyone to hold,my life feels cold,the one feeling that drove him away,is one that is all-around not okay.The team has parted,no longer to win,we worked well together,we really did.Without you I am scared,to face the world alone,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/12/without-our-team.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6119714566122439962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6119714566122439962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/12/without-our-team.html' title='Without Our Team'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-9162483762972072565</id><published>2002-12-19T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:13:19.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Devil Like You</title><summary type='text'>A cold and dark heart,disgusting being,what you did was not smart,this is what you will be reliving.You take an arrow,and pierce it through,this has never happened to me before,running into a devil like you.Problems of a mortal child,she disguises so you cannot see,her feelings locked behind a closed door,you do not want to start this war.I will be clever,to die is not encoded in me,you will not </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/12/devil-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/9162483762972072565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/9162483762972072565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/12/devil-like-you.html' title='A Devil Like You'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-5781981670868982367</id><published>2002-12-13T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:12:29.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Up On You</title><summary type='text'>The wish of a mortal,to see the light,she sits down,there will be no fight.Conversion of ready-made corpses,is like bringing back the dead,it is a vision like none other,to see the boiling of blood red.To see the brown eyes,I must look very close,but what I see now,I have not chose.To believe that your specific individuality,is only normal,would be turning my back on God,and opening myself to the</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/12/giving-up-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/5781981670868982367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/5781981670868982367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/12/giving-up-on-you.html' title='Giving Up On You'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-3391647960332550469</id><published>2002-12-10T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:11:55.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><summary type='text'>A twilight's sparkle,in your eyes,this lives,to only die.In 1 Corinthians,we speak about love,and without love,we are nothing.Keep love in your heart,it will always warm you,without love,my God will warn you.The world is in trouble,you can see that clearly,you do not even have to open your eyes,to see what trouble in what this world lies.Copyright 2002. All Rights Reserved.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/12/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/3391647960332550469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/3391647960332550469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-3542903217280806357</id><published>2002-12-06T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:11:11.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom From Hell</title><summary type='text'>The spirit of horses,with the cappuccino color,manes of the cat's eye black,running as free as birds who sing.A child stands by,and watches this freedom,she looks over her shoulder,and notices a butterfly passing by.Those who know this freedom,will never give it up,there's too much hate,to give up that freedom-to give it away.A newborn puppy,with its eyes closed,until they open,he will not be </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/12/freedom-from-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/3542903217280806357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/3542903217280806357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/12/freedom-from-hell.html' title='Freedom From Hell'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-4484656449008043037</id><published>2002-12-03T13:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:10:45.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Tired</title><summary type='text'>I am tired of being told what to do,I am tired of being nice too,I am tired of being run over by you,I am tired of being part of you.I am tired of all I see,I am tired of you and me,it is just somehow this cannot be,is this my eternity?I am tired of loneliness and fear,I will never shed that tear,I will never live in fear,I will persevere.As the day comes to a close,it is just only me that seems </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/12/i-am-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4484656449008043037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4484656449008043037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/12/i-am-tired.html' title='I Am Tired'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-6866412475581209445</id><published>2002-11-25T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:09:54.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Done Without Them</title><summary type='text'>I never thought,I would see the day,when the very ones closest to me,would vanish and go away.Her lovely grayish-white hair,her pain and despair,described my grandmother,spectacular and fair.His lovely black coat,with the red in his beard,my one and only,my puppy that I have lost.His deep teddy bear eyes,and a touch so soft-sends chills down your spine,but he would make sure I was warm,here is to</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/what-i-done-without-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6866412475581209445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6866412475581209445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/what-i-done-without-them.html' title='What I Done Without Them'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-6496551963326124613</id><published>2002-11-17T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:09:06.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eyes To Paradise</title><summary type='text'>As rain falls angrily on our tin roof,we sit in front of the fire,you draw me near,you ask me about the diamonds in my eyes.I reply that you should look closer,look and read what is behind,my eyes are just a reflection of what is inside,and you took my advice.Oh you dense black hole,you are confused so easily,gaze into my eyes,and kiss me-we are one.As you see,I am ready to be held,I miss the way</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/my-eyes-to-paradise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6496551963326124613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6496551963326124613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/my-eyes-to-paradise.html' title='My Eyes To Paradise'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-4820338517743868123</id><published>2002-11-15T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:08:16.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror Understand</title><summary type='text'>Traumatized,by the horrors of life,wake up and see the light my dear,wake up and see the light.Malice is cold,and life gets old,you are still crying out,for someone to hold.Lonely in your rare world,insecurities of woven bone,I am here and I will never,I will never leave you alone.Darkness behind a closed and locked door,you are afraid this world will not understand,understand the feelings you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/horror-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4820338517743868123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4820338517743868123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/horror-understand.html' title='Horror Understand'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-7281700901843251473</id><published>2002-11-13T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:07:42.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power Of A Dream's Love</title><summary type='text'>A dreamweaver takes the blame,for making her dreams come true again,she has no idea why,how her dreams could make one cry.A lover saved from the flames,he saw the sun,and now she brings the rain,could he live with his life again?I told him that she will not,give him the moonlight,only to burn him with the sun,because he only has won.They take away,in their dreams and heartsthe very essence of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/power-of-dreams-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/7281700901843251473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/7281700901843251473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/power-of-dreams-love.html' title='The Power Of A Dream&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-7489023385819201106</id><published>2002-11-10T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:07:06.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Injured Soul</title><summary type='text'>My clear diamond,has been shredded by steel,his beautiful face,that God will heal.Paralyzed is a scare tactic word,one that this soul should not deserve,pray to God and you will learn,about going slow to save your world.The three days before,that was your warning sign,you should have listened,I guess you will be ready the next time.You lay there alone,your bed is cold,the environment around you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/injured-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/7489023385819201106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/7489023385819201106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/injured-soul.html' title='An Injured Soul'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-8008436263101789055</id><published>2002-11-10T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:06:18.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Touch</title><summary type='text'>The longing for,a certain touch,it is just for love,and not for lust.Two minds,work as one,both longing for,that certain love.Understanding spirit,gets hurt everyday,by those who fear,secrets will be slipped away.I thought I knew myself,for he I could never love,comes near death,and he becomes my freedom dove.Copyright 2002. All Rights Reserved.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/secret-touch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/8008436263101789055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/8008436263101789055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/secret-touch.html' title='The Secret Touch'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-1699513038627770383</id><published>2002-11-08T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:05:36.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset Meadows</title><summary type='text'>A diamond staircase,leading to one's heavenly home,reflects the beauty,of the sunset.Meadows of wildflowers,enhancing the touch,purple with gold,leaves a story untold.The sunset filled,with golden clouds of light,a little blue to fill your day,this sunset would sweep you away.The meaning of a touch,one to hold very close,the meaning of love,this story will never be told.Copyright 2002. All Rights</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/sunset-meadows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/1699513038627770383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/1699513038627770383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/sunset-meadows.html' title='Sunset Meadows'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-6573268502242722410</id><published>2002-11-08T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:04:10.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen For Knowledge</title><summary type='text'>This valley of devils,mountains of God,the devils will scatter,at the powerful hands of God.As devils attack friends,and will not let go,I can only watch them fall off the cliff,to hell is where they have chosen to go.I try to help them,guide them in the way to go,they do not ever want to listen,so they will never know.Ignorant people-my friends-never listen,they do not know,and they do not want </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/listen-for-knowledge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6573268502242722410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6573268502242722410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/listen-for-knowledge.html' title='Listen For Knowledge'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-2069520391387814112</id><published>2002-11-08T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:03:08.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Matchmaker</title><summary type='text'>The matchmaker has done it again,eight couples in love,it just seems so interesting,to watch this game of love.The matchmaker has been in business,for at least three years,this year is her year,to do it again.Her only relationship,that lasted a long time,was her very own,but her match went by the wayside.Now her match is at bay,and that is perfectly okay,she is the only one that has not told,her </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/matchmaker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2069520391387814112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2069520391387814112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/matchmaker.html' title='The Matchmaker'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-6899679839757342333</id><published>2002-11-07T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:02:21.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Friends</title><summary type='text'>My closest friends,are physically or mentally dead,at the drop of a pen,and the lift of a head.Now I have no one,I feel cryptic and cold,to associate with anyone,is strictly untold.The only one,I consider a friend,is my Lord and God,my Jesus Christ.I am surrounded by dancing devils,they take my family,they take my friends,but I still know that I will win!Copyright 2002. All Rights Reserved.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/lost-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6899679839757342333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6899679839757342333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/lost-friends.html' title='Lost Friends'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-6731941944625570163</id><published>2002-11-06T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:01:36.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Three Worlds</title><summary type='text'>You are stuck between three worlds,what are you to do,you think about this all the time,do you think that this is a sign-I do.Prayers in Jesus name,ask and you shall receive,my prayer might be sending you a sign,let us just wait and see.You ask me what to do,between your three worlds,I said you know my answer,and it definitely is not the first.I told you to focus on school,leave time for yourself</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/between-three-worlds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6731941944625570163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6731941944625570163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/between-three-worlds.html' title='Between Three Worlds'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-6619529999939455338</id><published>2002-11-06T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:00:59.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Personality</title><summary type='text'>Look at you,walking toward me with that smile on your face,I want you to hold me,in your strong embrace.Looking sexy in those clothes you wear,taking only one minute,to style your hair,it is not even that-I am well aware.Your slim body,with the strong embrace,my day holds and I wait just to see your face,but that still is not it.I will tell you why I love you so much,one thing is your personal </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/perfect-personality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6619529999939455338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6619529999939455338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/11/perfect-personality.html' title='Perfect Personality'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-944578558747033235</id><published>2002-10-31T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:00:20.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspense And Friends</title><summary type='text'>You really know,how to enter my head,you keep on doing this,I am going to be dead.I am in suspense,now for the second time,you have to tell me,before I run out of time.You know that I am here for you,and that I will always be,if you remember the day,we were in that tree.Open minds,the light of day,always remember,that I am here to stay.Copyright 2002. All Rights Reserved.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/suspense-and-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/944578558747033235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/944578558747033235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/suspense-and-friends.html' title='Suspense And Friends'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-281711407243996870</id><published>2002-10-27T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:59:27.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Relived (Part II)</title><summary type='text'>After our first meeting,we must have eventually married,because we were on the road,together-to a family event.As in our first meeting,we realized that there was a sunset,we expressed our love for it again,and love can explain the rest.To prepare for what life would bring,we stopped to make more space,I solved the problems-we celebrated,we were off in our own way.That is all I can remember,of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/my-dream-relived-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/281711407243996870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/281711407243996870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/my-dream-relived-part-ii.html' title='My Dream Relived (Part II)'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-9197285737118933865</id><published>2002-10-27T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:58:24.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Relived (Part I)</title><summary type='text'>You came to me in a dream,it seemed like the perfect thing,it must have been Heaven sent,total strangers to lovers we went.I asked you to come with me to a birthday,you said that you'd have to see,we exclaimed our love for the sunset,then you kissed me.After that moment passed,you said it could never be,you started to run,but I caught you by the sleeve.I asked you why you ran,you asked me why I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/my-dream-relived-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/9197285737118933865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/9197285737118933865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/my-dream-relived-part-i.html' title='My Dream Relived (Part I)'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-6966959674154244650</id><published>2002-10-23T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:54:48.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><summary type='text'>Is this love,or am I confused,I do not know if you like me,or if I just like you.Leaning in to the ones you love,with the eyes of a dove,somehow I must be confused,or is it that I am just used?The perfect smile,the perfect embrace,all of this behind,just a simple gate.Let your feelings show,do not hide them under deep snow,is this just that I do not know,or am I just confused?Copyright 2002. All </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6966959674154244650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6966959674154244650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-2319724973884804156</id><published>2002-10-22T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:53:41.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Above The Horizon</title><summary type='text'>I have been discovered,everything out from under their cover,rise up and stand,I have risen above the horizon.I will hold you up,I will help you stand,you will not fall,when you are above the horizon.This day is frosted,with cotton ball clouds of love,as you see the mourning dove,above the horizon.The truths of trusts,cotton ball clouds,if you see these now,you are above the horizon.Copyright </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/above-horizon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2319724973884804156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2319724973884804156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/above-horizon.html' title='Above The Horizon'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-2623377397200171260</id><published>2002-10-18T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:52:25.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems Of Life</title><summary type='text'>Life held back,behind a closed door,the spies of the world,should not bother anymore.Angry eyes,with an angry past,marches up to the judge's face,and claims her rights without haste.Longing in fear,for a dying race,we long to see,her same everyday face.The only one,with silent rain she comes,the only one,as the storms of life begin to part.Copyright 2002. All Rights Reserved.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/problems-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2623377397200171260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2623377397200171260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/problems-of-life.html' title='Problems Of Life'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-7979153458433370450</id><published>2002-10-17T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:51:54.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings Of Being Sick</title><summary type='text'>As a strong soul,defends the weak,I could have died,or sick forever.You saved my life,from a dreadful pain,for that I thank you,over and over again.At an instant,I saw a light,a light that I have longed for,on those cold and dreadful nights.For a moment,we connected minds,worked as one,not shredded by the lions.Copyright 2002. All Rights Reserved.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/feelings-of-being-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/7979153458433370450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/7979153458433370450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/feelings-of-being-sick.html' title='Feelings Of Being Sick'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-4679569703218409264</id><published>2002-10-10T14:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:51:13.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death As Beaten</title><summary type='text'>A beaten child with a long past,falls down without a gasp,the bruises form a bitter cast,this child will never last.Behind strong eyes and a confident walk,this child is not all talk,thrown down and upon walked,never a second chance-never one thought.Opinionated fools walk upon,upon the tears of just one,light of day will never pay,pay for the scars left on her face.The eyes did claim,the truths </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/death-as-beaten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4679569703218409264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4679569703218409264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/death-as-beaten.html' title='Death As Beaten'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-5707467251252674886</id><published>2002-10-07T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:41:10.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Your Life</title><summary type='text'>The world feels empty,the world feels cold,without me,to lighten the load.I feel low,taken advantage of,old and worn,tossed and torn.I need to laugh,and talk too,my personality us unique,but my style is used.Thoughts and actions is my ancient form,evenings are clear and warm,I do not mind the occasional storm,let the rain come.Copyright 2002. All Rights Reserved.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/this-is-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/5707467251252674886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/5707467251252674886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/this-is-your-life.html' title='This Is Your Life'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-5491904649966883536</id><published>2002-10-06T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:39:36.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Relationship</title><summary type='text'>I understand you more than you will ever know,you are afraid to let the real you show,you are afraid of what I know,you are afraid of being exposed.Yes I do wish you were different,because I thought our relationship was great,I understand what you see behind that gate,and I know October will never see that date.I marked my calendar the day we met,and when we ended too,all I want to know is why,or</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/broken-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/5491904649966883536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/5491904649966883536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/broken-relationship.html' title='Broken Relationship'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-2173373813891394826</id><published>2002-10-04T14:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:40:23.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces Of Heart</title><summary type='text'>The rudest person on Earth,no one cares anymore,how they hurt the feelings of a mortal,how they kill that soul inside.Sit back and laugh as a tear sheds,you do not know that slow-killing death,the body shuts down,it is loved no more.If you take an inner peek,you will find that her mind seeks,a way out,a way of escape.The sun will rise for a new day,where her worries will go away,the pain you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/pieces-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2173373813891394826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2173373813891394826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/pieces-of-heart.html' title='Pieces Of Heart'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-6970160026020823854</id><published>2002-10-03T09:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:40:05.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Must Stand</title><summary type='text'>A heart shattered,a mind worn,so many worries,as we go to war.War with our hearts,sunsets with blood red,enemies tagged with death,war delivers their last breath.Day has fallen,the night with fear,one light passes,we will persevere.We will be victorious,stay with church and tell,the world about God,before they go to hell.Copyright 2002. All Rights Reserved.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/you-must-stand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6970160026020823854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6970160026020823854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/you-must-stand.html' title='You Must Stand'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-5392652994832268007</id><published>2002-10-03T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:37:19.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying And Dried Soil</title><summary type='text'>The rising sun,the night went past,dust from the storms,fire turns to ash.The winter cold,the summer bold,the streets of gold,the life of the word-not old.Tears silence on a tired face,people of a dying race,one's life is at fast pace,the peace of a meadow one awaits.Rainbows of love,blessings from rain,the human body,from soil we came.Copyright 2002. All Rights Reserved.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/dying-and-dried-soil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/5392652994832268007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/5392652994832268007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/dying-and-dried-soil.html' title='Dying And Dried Soil'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-2054612870389468521</id><published>2002-10-02T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:36:26.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Flood Gates</title><summary type='text'>My hopes are high,my spirit lights,I light up the world,I am out of the night.Change is great,past that when God is in it,God is good all the time,He saves and makes us good.My flood of love awaits,behind these special flood gates,I am ready to receive my work,my Lord-I await your word.Secrets behind a hidden door,can vanish and be seen no more,the door will be opened,the secrets replaced with </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/loves-flood-gates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2054612870389468521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/2054612870389468521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/10/loves-flood-gates.html' title='Love&apos;s Flood Gates'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-4989700681265993992</id><published>2002-09-29T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:35:43.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Embrace</title><summary type='text'>The night grows colder,as we get older,just give it up,and let it go.This blizzard of problems,the snow real deep,it weighs down your shoulders,it is so hard to see.I am still your friend,probably one of the best you have,I understand your problems,and offer a helping hand.Even if your insecurities could eat you alive,you only have one life,looks towards God,and let His light lead your </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/hidden-embrace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4989700681265993992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4989700681265993992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/hidden-embrace.html' title='Hidden Embrace'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-3565616013524345520</id><published>2002-09-27T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:35:03.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut Off</title><summary type='text'>No one cuts off my life,without my consent,you tear me from my world,now I am wretched and bent.You think I am your puppet,you do not even care-not worth a dime,in your eyes I am worth nothing,just the day of my dying.I will pay for the things I do,do not dare force them upon me,my stress is high,sometimes I wish I could die.Of course-that would be great,the day of my dying,you would not have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/cut-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/3565616013524345520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/3565616013524345520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/cut-off.html' title='Cut Off'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-6985736985191852809</id><published>2002-09-27T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:34:23.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You</title><summary type='text'>If I need a hug,no one is ever there,what am I to do,kill myself in hopes to get rid of you?Your insecurities have swallowed you whole,I just thought you needed to know,you may think I am not pure,your thoughts are false-I am just trying to survive this overload.Paper and pen are my friends,they agree with me,and things go my way,it pays to have them by your side.You may have done my a favor,you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6985736985191852809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/6985736985191852809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/without-you.html' title='Without You'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-8479397625267879044</id><published>2002-09-25T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:33:16.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent</title><summary type='text'>When times get tough,and roads get rough,I know enough,to get me through.Do not depend on anyone,to relieve your strain,all they care about,is what they gain.I would give up,if it did not affect me as well,I am all alone in this world,I have nothing to do.Everyone hates me,they do not even try,no one really knows me,so I am looking for the sky.Copyright 2002. All Rights Reserved.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/independent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/8479397625267879044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/8479397625267879044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/independent.html' title='Independent'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-4897009963101976659</id><published>2002-09-24T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:23:47.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed Doors</title><summary type='text'>The love of my life,the knight of my dreams,the diary safe,beneath the folded things.My shining sun,my shelter in rain,if I die alone,it will not be in vain.The storms have passed,new day has come,you let down an easy rain,I have so much to gain.If you will look inside,past the things I hide,you will find a scared girl,that has love by her side.Copyright 2002. All Rights Reserved.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/closed-doors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4897009963101976659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/4897009963101976659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/closed-doors.html' title='Closed Doors'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-7521956970792328440</id><published>2002-09-24T00:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:23:04.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gate Of Love</title><summary type='text'>I see your eyes-and I see your smile,and I wonder if your smile points to me,your body tells me you have the same feelings as I,your voice tells me that you are shy.I want you to see the inside,I want you to know my life,I want you to see how I feel,I want you to not say goodbye.Your very presence jump starts my day,I see my ex and he starts to fade away,I am trying to shut off my love for </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/gate-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/7521956970792328440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/7521956970792328440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/gate-of-love.html' title='The Gate Of Love'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-8298304742287401082</id><published>2002-09-20T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:19:59.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have To Say No</title><summary type='text'>The days were bright and cold,I shuddered in your hold,my thoughts are getting old,I am going to be bold.I cannot love you,even though I would try,I would never forgive myself,I would make you cry.I cannot stand myself,you know the way I am,the chemistry here is deadly wrong,I cannot sing this song.As my days pass,I get more set in my ways,the evening cold-it is going to blow,blow you away.My </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/i-have-to-say-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/8298304742287401082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/8298304742287401082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/i-have-to-say-no.html' title='I Have To Say No'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-1917658645150508689</id><published>2002-09-16T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:19:05.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Died</title><summary type='text'>The lion's roar and the thunder crashesas he looks at me-I turn to ashes,why he killed me with his eyes,why he wanted me to die?!I live no more,my faith runs low,my eyes are red,my thoughts are dead.And this I read to myself asleep,asleep in his dream filled with death,and horror-I ask,no more to see this light-that killed me that night.Copyright 2002. All Rights Reserved.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/why-i-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/1917658645150508689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/1917658645150508689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/why-i-died.html' title='Why I Died'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-8233735342494938785</id><published>2002-09-06T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:18:05.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide</title><summary type='text'>Another day-another time,as a friend looks at you with a tear in her eye,you know by the look-she tried it again,her wrists are slit and smile stained.What is that spot on your shirt you say,as your friend looks and turns away,you pull her back and it hits you,it hits you again with a powerful blow.You know that she feels as if she must go,her troubled past as her virginity went past-to someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/suicide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/8233735342494938785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/8233735342494938785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/suicide.html' title='Suicide'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-9192446350853602811</id><published>2002-09-06T17:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:16:00.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Sexuality</title><summary type='text'>Whatever you do,wherever you go,you know that it tries to change you in a way,you'll never know.How to live and how to die,bothers a soul-you can see it in her eyes,these individuals look over you life you are their gold,and you a child-as if no one knows these mental changes.Many hearts are broken-as was mine,the tears run down like they are out of time,affect you in any way-show the emotions,to</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/your-sexuality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/9192446350853602811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358668573900313308/posts/default/9192446350853602811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/09/your-sexuality.html' title='Your Sexuality'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VuHmRrZ3drE/TOMFfLl_7_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XsSIfgqnyZQ/S220/DSC_0308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358668573900313308.post-7933337136924140449</id><published>2002-02-28T23:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:15:21.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Ticket In Life</title><summary type='text'>The moon is so bright on a clear night,that I can see the outline of the mountains surrounding my home,if you listen carefully you can hear the coyote's crying,the souls gone on help us go safely through our day,your dreams signal that danger is on its way,you wake up and begin to pray,that the danger would completely go away,so you wouldn't have to face it throughout your busy days,which </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songofthemorningpoetry.blogspot.com/2002/02/moon-is-so-bright-on-clear-night-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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