<?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-23556821</id><updated>2011-05-02T23:36:34.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word In Edge Wise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Crybaby and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412542795759915855</uri><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/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-8453180664024470995</id><published>2007-09-22T15:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:46:45.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxic Sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7uhBWGhstmA/RvWUK56MsHI/AAAAAAAAACc/6MG14s56m5U/s1600-h/17995143a4948662390l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7uhBWGhstmA/RvWUK56MsHI/AAAAAAAAACc/6MG14s56m5U/s200/17995143a4948662390l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113155867013591154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Crybaby&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graze through the isles&lt;br /&gt;into my basket all of my eggs seem to be in one &lt;br /&gt;I search through more isles&lt;br /&gt;another marketing scheme to mold into&lt;br /&gt;they say to only shop the outter rim of a grocery store&lt;br /&gt;everything in the middle is garbage and bad&lt;br /&gt;processed and radiated to cause your slow death&lt;br /&gt;my lips roll up on the rim of a hope &lt;br /&gt;my treacherous heart continues wondering &lt;br /&gt;down numbered rows gazing &lt;br /&gt;everything packaged so nicely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small printed logo&lt;br /&gt;you contain an artificial sweetness&lt;br /&gt;you contain words I can't pronounce&lt;br /&gt;I have to put you back you're bad in someway&lt;br /&gt;I stand all afternoon in a line&lt;br /&gt;flipping through magazines looking for the ideal day&lt;br /&gt;inventing ways to play out time &lt;br /&gt;and almost I think&lt;br /&gt;I need a lighter, I'm craving something&lt;br /&gt;I stood there failing the impulse &lt;br /&gt;pulse stops and I can hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;knowing what it is you did to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collect points &lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back &lt;br /&gt;I'm collecting more points&lt;br /&gt;I keep coming back for more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-8453180664024470995?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/8453180664024470995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=8453180664024470995' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-7250516523846511581</id><published>2007-02-10T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T11:40:02.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duranleau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7uhBWGhstmA/Rc4gZV-oWCI/AAAAAAAAACE/Yq0knLuxWNs/s1600-h/pic_08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7uhBWGhstmA/Rc4gZV-oWCI/AAAAAAAAACE/Yq0knLuxWNs/s200/pic_08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029993453588076578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by Crybaby®™ &lt;br /&gt;©2004 - 2005 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on Duranleau &lt;br /&gt;Resting on the curb of a poem &lt;br /&gt;She watches out for &lt;br /&gt;The boy that rhymes with girl &lt;br /&gt;Footstep to footstep on Granville Island &lt;br /&gt;The organic artsy coffee keeps her warm &lt;br /&gt;While the steam of her prayers rise and go forth &lt;br /&gt;Thinning out into winter air&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-7250516523846511581?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/7250516523846511581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=7250516523846511581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/7250516523846511581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/7250516523846511581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/2007/02/duranleau.html' title='Duranleau'/><author><name>Crybaby and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412542795759915855</uri><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/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7uhBWGhstmA/Rc4gZV-oWCI/AAAAAAAAACE/Yq0knLuxWNs/s72-c/pic_08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-2851284024895705215</id><published>2007-02-10T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T11:38:42.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dedicated to the country of Georgia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole entire misunderstanding war driven world is &lt;br /&gt;persecuting you to a never ending bitter ending conclusion &lt;br /&gt;And Georgia honey, I know you will win this battle against &lt;br /&gt;the terrors of a world that misunderstood you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia baby I know that they're all hoping &lt;br /&gt;to see you fall. &lt;br /&gt;They all see you as an enemy, &lt;br /&gt;but they don't see your large army &lt;br /&gt;of 6 million men out there &lt;br /&gt;ready to take them on &lt;br /&gt;They don't realise they are feeding more &lt;br /&gt;fuel into this raging fire. &lt;br /&gt;Georgia you are walking tall &lt;br /&gt;with every tooth and every nail &lt;br /&gt;Georgia I know you, &lt;br /&gt;you always manage to remain strong &lt;br /&gt;when everyone is wrong wrong about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia, my dear we have the same friends &lt;br /&gt;But Georgia I'm not as brave as you &lt;br /&gt;and I runaway from our club house, &lt;br /&gt;instead of turning to you &lt;br /&gt;I guess I was afraid that I'd be &lt;br /&gt;misunderstood just like you, &lt;br /&gt;my Georgia dear &lt;br /&gt;And I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia honey if only &lt;br /&gt;I had just listened like you do. &lt;br /&gt;Georgia you have the strength to stay in tact &lt;br /&gt;He's your mighty super glue. &lt;br /&gt;They persecute you, you are under world attack &lt;br /&gt;They take what you say and mess it up &lt;br /&gt;Rearrange every fact &lt;br /&gt;so that the rest stand misunderstood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia dear you have been &lt;br /&gt;my great teacher for a while now &lt;br /&gt;and for some reason your torture &lt;br /&gt;is what keeps me sitting at the back &lt;br /&gt;and talking like I don't really care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn my head at the warnings &lt;br /&gt;as they tumble to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;I heard they burnt down your house. &lt;br /&gt;Georgia you never flinch, &lt;br /&gt;you always rebuild a new home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've been burning you down cutting you up, &lt;br /&gt;shredding and cursing and I just stand Georgia, &lt;br /&gt;I just stand right here and watch. &lt;br /&gt;What kind of a friend am I? &lt;br /&gt;What kind of sister am I? &lt;br /&gt;Georgia your battle is endless &lt;br /&gt;and raging so deep into the night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not big on bruises and you believe &lt;br /&gt;your persecution is nothing &lt;br /&gt;to get worked up about, &lt;br /&gt;Georgia I know you are headed &lt;br /&gt;toward domestic stability,eternal bliss &lt;br /&gt;and your asking me to join you &lt;br /&gt;under intensifying reality &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You defend yourself, &lt;br /&gt;you maintain self control &lt;br /&gt;while moving decisively &lt;br /&gt;against the heat of criminal elements &lt;br /&gt;Georgia you still remain so strong &lt;br /&gt;while I just stand and watch &lt;br /&gt;How could I have been so wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-2851284024895705215?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/2851284024895705215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=2851284024895705215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/2851284024895705215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/2851284024895705215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/2007/02/georgia.html' title='Georgia'/><author><name>Crybaby and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412542795759915855</uri><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/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-7671946291264329199</id><published>2007-02-10T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T11:34:05.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandarin Tribes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7uhBWGhstmA/Rc4fA1-oWBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9Wl4hNZoFi4/s1600-h/17995143a1284217429b883566915l.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7uhBWGhstmA/Rc4fA1-oWBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9Wl4hNZoFi4/s200/17995143a1284217429b883566915l.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029991933169653778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written By Crybaby &lt;br /&gt;©2004 - 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China has a need for you and I &lt;br /&gt;We learn Mandarin, &lt;br /&gt;Cantonese, Guoyu, Putonghua. &lt;br /&gt;And whisk away into the deep breaths of nations, &lt;br /&gt;east of our over exposed world. &lt;br /&gt;Bounded and gagged by ism's &lt;br /&gt;Yes, under the influences of Satan's monsoons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are gems and there are people &lt;br /&gt;Inside these unexplored mines. &lt;br /&gt;A few in Tibet and Guangdong has life there too. &lt;br /&gt;Come on, we have life saving work to do on the other side &lt;br /&gt;of the forgotten troublesome world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into a stroll of spirit and joy, we are everywhere we go. &lt;br /&gt;To different times and places we have much to learn, &lt;br /&gt;And much lessons to take to gather them in. &lt;br /&gt;Two by two we go.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagged, tormented and captured by the bad guy. &lt;br /&gt;The truth shall set them free when we &lt;br /&gt;Teach them and read to them and showing them that &lt;br /&gt;They are part of that promise too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through nations, tribes, peoples and tongues, &lt;br /&gt;Mandarin, Cantonese, &lt;br /&gt;Guoyu, Putonghua, &lt;br /&gt;Two by two let's go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-7671946291264329199?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/7671946291264329199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=7671946291264329199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/7671946291264329199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/7671946291264329199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/2007/02/mandarin-tribes.html' title='Mandarin Tribes'/><author><name>Crybaby and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412542795759915855</uri><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/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7uhBWGhstmA/Rc4fA1-oWBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9Wl4hNZoFi4/s72-c/17995143a1284217429b883566915l.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-911539121312650869</id><published>2007-02-10T11:32:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:08:05.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snug Cove</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Written by Crybaby®™ &lt;br /&gt;©2003-2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees punctured the clouds &lt;br /&gt;with a red smeared cutting smile. &lt;br /&gt;Sunset drooled into the cove &lt;br /&gt;drove me into a jungle fever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixated on the surroundings &lt;br /&gt;A Mallard with a ballad &lt;br /&gt;honking in my ear &lt;br /&gt;I'm heated up with jungle fever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that yellow gold rush on the causeway &lt;br /&gt;I saw it with my own blue eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-911539121312650869?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/911539121312650869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=911539121312650869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/911539121312650869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/911539121312650869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/2007/02/snug-cove.html' title='Snug Cove'/><author><name>Crybaby and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412542795759915855</uri><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/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-4700772640763693438</id><published>2007-02-10T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:08:29.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve and the Serpent</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Written by Crybaby®™ &lt;br /&gt;©2003 - 2005 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the serpent, I am Eve &lt;br /&gt;Personally hand picked fruit you gave to me &lt;br /&gt;I took a bite, my eyes opened wide &lt;br /&gt;From the poison that struck within me. &lt;br /&gt;And I realize my thoughts are naked &lt;br /&gt;I cover myself up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tickled my ears with your sly intentions &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I now know, that I'm not the only one &lt;br /&gt;You played this cunning act upon &lt;br /&gt;You preyed on my weakness &lt;br /&gt;You scored on my vulnerability &lt;br /&gt;You knew that I'd bite into this. &lt;br /&gt;I was blind, but now I see &lt;br /&gt;I now know between good and bad &lt;br /&gt;Your method of deception is most effective &lt;br /&gt;Inside this medium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the serpent and I am Eve &lt;br /&gt;I did not know any better &lt;br /&gt;Then to believe in a charming snake. &lt;br /&gt;Slithering past me, whispering in my ears &lt;br /&gt;You speak according to you own disposition &lt;br /&gt;Because like a serpent in a garden &lt;br /&gt;You gave birth to a lie and handed it over to me &lt;br /&gt;With a smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is now enmity between you and I &lt;br /&gt;The wages of sin is paid only by death &lt;br /&gt;But you are already dead inside &lt;br /&gt;You are the only but a lover of yourself &lt;br /&gt;You are self assuming, unthankful and disloyal &lt;br /&gt;Natural affection is not within you &lt;br /&gt;Headstrong, puffed up with pride &lt;br /&gt;Like the dragon that you are. &lt;br /&gt;You have to somehow prove you are right &lt;br /&gt;Critical times in your mid-life &lt;br /&gt;And now like a roaring lion you are &lt;br /&gt;Seeking to devour someone, knowing &lt;br /&gt;You only have a short period of time &lt;br /&gt;As you count on your fingers your mid-life numbers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living vicariously through the lives of youth &lt;br /&gt;He has nothing to do, but something to prove &lt;br /&gt;But only proving false to his own destructive power &lt;br /&gt;His most clever deception has been blinding many &lt;br /&gt;I laid down next to someone wicked &lt;br /&gt;And was mislead by him &lt;br /&gt;But now I see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know now, that this world is passing away &lt;br /&gt;And so are his desires &lt;br /&gt;He look like that ofa man, but he is not &lt;br /&gt;But rather a devil being cast into an abyss &lt;br /&gt;He knows his time is almost up &lt;br /&gt;His head is not bruised &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get behind me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-4700772640763693438?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/4700772640763693438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=4700772640763693438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/4700772640763693438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/4700772640763693438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/2007/02/eve-and-serpent.html' title='Eve and the Serpent'/><author><name>Crybaby and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412542795759915855</uri><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/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-550655252682899769</id><published>2007-02-10T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:08:48.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haute Couture</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Written by Crybaby &lt;br /&gt;2005 - 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Haute Couture shows up in a white limo &lt;br /&gt;wearing her fancy shmancy pink suede and fur &lt;br /&gt;My hallway turns into her runway, &lt;br /&gt;strutting into my affordable bachelor pad. &lt;br /&gt;And now here comes this silcone girl &lt;br /&gt;I've had too much to deal with today, yesterday, &lt;br /&gt;This week, this month and so on, &lt;br /&gt;And on and on she opens up &lt;br /&gt;A shoe box full of more of this &lt;br /&gt;fakeism, meism to shovel out &lt;br /&gt;Thousands upon thousands of dollars in cash, &lt;br /&gt;money is unveiled from each envelope that's been &lt;br /&gt;collecting dust on top of dust &lt;br /&gt;In my starving condition &lt;br /&gt;torture stake &lt;br /&gt;last hour of judgment hunger. &lt;br /&gt;She's dragging out her Dolche and Gabbana &lt;br /&gt;Versace, Wang garments, and Swiss Army gadgets. &lt;br /&gt;I make a wink at my favorite second hand no named find &lt;br /&gt;And mouth out with my outlined Mary Kay lip shape, &lt;br /&gt;‘I love you'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're three days late from saying goodbye &lt;br /&gt;To the one whom you claimed to be your favorite. &lt;br /&gt;You got the pencil that built his house, &lt;br /&gt;the one you requested on demand &lt;br /&gt;Tossed into your Juicy purse &lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock…is there a heart in there? &lt;br /&gt;It must be home but hiding, &lt;br /&gt;not interested, &lt;br /&gt;or a bold DO NOT CALL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money hasn't changed you, &lt;br /&gt;your pink Dior lips mention through your Marlboro breath &lt;br /&gt;Money shoved your son aside, &lt;br /&gt;Tell me what really went on there, what really went on &lt;br /&gt;This digusting thing that you fan out onto my coffeetable &lt;br /&gt;buried your grandfather 6 feet under your priorities. &lt;br /&gt;No your right I see your point, it hasn't changed you, &lt;br /&gt;It's destroyed you and buried you &lt;br /&gt;under your maximum credit amount &lt;br /&gt;Simply because the situation didn't come in the right color &lt;br /&gt;For the season we are living in &lt;br /&gt;Are you going to shed a mascara tear in your &lt;br /&gt;Fairmont, Waterfront a night, luxury bubble bath tub &lt;br /&gt;In a city you were born into, to hate? &lt;br /&gt;But after you're gone in yellow cab with fed ex loot &lt;br /&gt;I am left alone with a rich cat i &lt;br /&gt;n Gucci couture that she can't stand to wear, &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for this system to be executed and for my life to start &lt;br /&gt;In a world that will be cleared &lt;br /&gt;by your prime example of selfishness &lt;br /&gt;To love another human being is just a joke &lt;br /&gt;and a waste of time &lt;br /&gt;In world that is falling apart &lt;br /&gt;faster then one can blink &lt;br /&gt;faster then a fake eyelash wink can make &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today, out of season tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-3868875697747446162</id><published>2007-02-10T11:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T11:21:59.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David's Sling</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Written by Crybaby®™ &lt;br /&gt;©2003-2006 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heaviness on my back requires power &lt;br /&gt;beyond what is normal &lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing punches &lt;br /&gt;in the air &lt;br /&gt;right next to the brother &lt;br /&gt;and right next to the sister &lt;br /&gt;that I rub shoulders with, &lt;br /&gt;they're throwing punches too &lt;br /&gt;we keep fighting &lt;br /&gt;we keep enduring &lt;br /&gt;because our weapon is sharper &lt;br /&gt;then any two edged sword &lt;br /&gt;We stand firm &lt;br /&gt;and defeat our Goliaths&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-3868875697747446162?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/3868875697747446162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=3868875697747446162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/3868875697747446162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/3868875697747446162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/2007/02/davids-sling.html' title='David&apos;s Sling'/><author><name>Crybaby and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412542795759915855</uri><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/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-5825832144917501501</id><published>2007-02-10T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T11:16:52.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narrow Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Diamond Road Written by Sheryl Crow &lt;br /&gt;Edited by Crybaby, Narrow Road &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me this narrow road &lt;br /&gt;Tell me things yet to unfold &lt;br /&gt;Give me something of yourself &lt;br /&gt;That I can hold onto &lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up to a sound of mind &lt;br /&gt;Shining on a brand new day &lt;br /&gt;Keep the beauty of this face &lt;br /&gt;But wipe the tears away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lonely &lt;br /&gt;When my heart aches &lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a little time &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's gonna take a little time &lt;br /&gt;When the dark falls &lt;br /&gt;When I'm falling &lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a little time &lt;br /&gt;To make it to the other side o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't miss the joys along the way &lt;br /&gt;this narrow road has led me here today &lt;br /&gt;Little sheep, what's troubling you &lt;br /&gt;You know what's required of you &lt;br /&gt;What is mine I'll never lose &lt;br /&gt;And what's ahead is going to shine &lt;br /&gt;Beneath the promise of heavenly skies &lt;br /&gt;With broken wings I learn to fly &lt;br /&gt;Pull myself out of this world &lt;br /&gt;And begin the hope again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lonely &lt;br /&gt;When my heart aches &lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a little time &lt;br /&gt;To make it to the other side &lt;br /&gt;When the dark falls &lt;br /&gt;When I'm falling &lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a little time &lt;br /&gt;To make it to the other side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't miss the joys along the way &lt;br /&gt;This narrow road has led me here today &lt;br /&gt;Won't you shine on &lt;br /&gt;Morning star &lt;br /&gt;Burn the evilness away &lt;br /&gt;Walk with me this narrow road &lt;br /&gt;Tell me everything is better than gold &lt;br /&gt;Give me something of your soul &lt;br /&gt;O Wipe the tear away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lonely &lt;br /&gt;When my heart aches &lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a little time &lt;br /&gt;To make it to the other side &lt;br /&gt;When the dark falls &lt;br /&gt;When I'm falling &lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a little time &lt;br /&gt;Everything will be just fine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't miss the joys along the way &lt;br /&gt;Every road has led me here today &lt;br /&gt;Life has it's purpose and I'm making plans &lt;br /&gt;All that I need is in His Mighty hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Publishing ©2005 &lt;br /&gt;Reprinted by permission &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women telling the good news are a large army &lt;br /&gt;Of a government unseen, unknown to many &lt;br /&gt;Human devastation washing up on shores &lt;br /&gt;A righteous babe said it was mass entertainment &lt;br /&gt;We sit around the flickering blue &lt;br /&gt;Of our television sets with our TV dinners &lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for the big show &lt;br /&gt;Day to day lives lost at sea, &lt;br /&gt;Blown away like grains of sand &lt;br /&gt;From the islands of the Philippians, &lt;br /&gt;to the coast of the King of South's oil fueled throne &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women telling the good news are a large army &lt;br /&gt;The good news is, is that this is all over soon &lt;br /&gt;No more hurricanes, no more wars.   &lt;br /&gt;No more earthquakes, no more typhoons &lt;br /&gt;Death is over, it shall be no more &lt;br /&gt;Lives lost will walk out of tombs &lt;br /&gt;Disease will die and kill off hatred &lt;br /&gt;Crime will cease &lt;br /&gt;And those called, n1gers, crackers, ch1nks, rag h3ads &lt;br /&gt;Fr0gs, sp1cs, w0ps, will finally become people &lt;br /&gt;Smart, dumb, rich, and poor will become equal &lt;br /&gt;Because the desire of every living thing will be filled &lt;br /&gt;Until there is no more want &lt;br /&gt;The grass is greener on the other side &lt;br /&gt;Flee, head for cover &lt;br /&gt;The heavenly war is about to take action &lt;br /&gt;Are you in the cross fire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women telling the good news are a large army &lt;br /&gt;They are not camouflaged, &lt;br /&gt;but stand out like a soar thumb &lt;br /&gt;with their neatly arranged dress &lt;br /&gt;they are not concerned of the hair braiding &lt;br /&gt;and gold around their neck &lt;br /&gt;They are not fashioned after this system or things &lt;br /&gt;That season is long past over &lt;br /&gt;Women are very powerful, when given such a position &lt;br /&gt;By the King of kings, who rules to time, indefinite. &lt;br /&gt;Women are necessary to fill the earth, subdue it. &lt;br /&gt;We are powerful no matter what way you look at it &lt;br /&gt;Because we are given the power beyond what is normal &lt;br /&gt;To endure to the end &lt;br /&gt;And the men are out there too, taking the lead &lt;br /&gt;Showing us what to do &lt;br /&gt;The image if losing it's balance, it's beginning to wobble &lt;br /&gt;And the stone from the mountain shall strike it down &lt;br /&gt;It will fall, it will be destroyed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the TV and watch CNN, can you see the cars &lt;br /&gt;Evacuating texas?   &lt;br /&gt;The women telling this good news says to you &lt;br /&gt;Evacuate this system, it's time go now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-4424450377082490844?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' 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much worth &lt;br /&gt;The only thing left is the only thing &lt;br /&gt;that doesn't surprise me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only rains and doors go on unanswered &lt;br /&gt;Questions go unanswered &lt;br /&gt;Why does this happen everytime &lt;br /&gt;Another ones gets slammed &lt;br /&gt;Rocked to sleep with a good story to tell &lt;br /&gt;Nations of babies ocked to sleep inside a falling cradle &lt;br /&gt;the heartache and the back ache &lt;br /&gt;and why this is all so so so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying heavy loads on guilty trips &lt;br /&gt;It's pounding it's head against &lt;br /&gt;the phantom lingering brick wall &lt;br /&gt;that came tumbling down between east and west &lt;br /&gt;and buildings come tumbling 10 blocks down the road &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allness and completeness &lt;br /&gt;in such a physical way &lt;br /&gt;Sci-Fi's making it's comeback &lt;br /&gt;with the special effects more spectacular then before &lt;br /&gt;Fears and knees buckle in &lt;br /&gt;and it's for us to knuckle down &lt;br /&gt;But they can't believe it &lt;br /&gt;They can't concieve it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doors go knocked &lt;br /&gt;answers go unquestioned &lt;br /&gt;as we saunter in around the cul-de-sacs &lt;br /&gt;two by two we keep marching  in the rain &lt;br /&gt;He did what he could, the door closed &lt;br /&gt;and two of everything survived&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-5895891313350987227?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/5895891313350987227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=5895891313350987227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Don't come near the one you hurt &lt;br /&gt;the most you became savage &lt;br /&gt;overnight and I much regret &lt;br /&gt;having tucked you into bed last night &lt;br /&gt;you became the monster in a nights scare &lt;br /&gt;you could not have gotten up &lt;br /&gt;on the wrong side of bed when one side &lt;br /&gt;is pushed up against the wall &lt;br /&gt;now with the oil paintings and candle stick holders &lt;br /&gt;I am nailed up alongside in the hall &lt;br /&gt;as my eyes roam about to watch you put on &lt;br /&gt;a new personality I have &lt;br /&gt;never seen before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-116512629731785790?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/116512629731785790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-116512640449315659</id><published>2006-12-02T22:10:00.014-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:10:54.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Mice</title><content type='html'>Written by Crybaby®™ &lt;br /&gt;©2005 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink mice all over my wood floors &lt;br /&gt;I stare out my patio window and I &lt;br /&gt;Watch a man take out the trash &lt;br /&gt;I listen to a song that reminds of how &lt;br /&gt;I really feel inside &lt;br /&gt;It is my pleasure and privilege to hold you when you cry &lt;br /&gt;It would be a change to be held &lt;br /&gt;So that I can cry too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say goodnight to my friends &lt;br /&gt;And then I'm left with my four walls &lt;br /&gt;I've been holding it together &lt;br /&gt;But then it comes crashing down &lt;br /&gt;When no one else is around &lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone in a heavenly sense &lt;br /&gt;But the scene I replay here on this planet &lt;br /&gt;Is stale and I wish I could fast forward to better times &lt;br /&gt;Or rewind &lt;br /&gt;I don't which way would make it sooner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote her a letter like I was writing to myself &lt;br /&gt;I used an angry font that was as black as mad &lt;br /&gt;I wrote like there was bourbon next to me, ice melting &lt;br /&gt;And a cigarette burning with anxiety from my lips &lt;br /&gt;I wrote like our lives were at stake. &lt;br /&gt;It/they are at stake &lt;br /&gt;We are going to make choices and before you know it &lt;br /&gt;It's the last one we made and then we are going to be &lt;br /&gt;So mad because the big game show buzzer of YOU'RE INCORRECT &lt;br /&gt;Will buzz us right into our eternal graves &lt;br /&gt;I had to knock some sense into her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music spins, the records skip and repeat &lt;br /&gt;every single stupid mistake ever made &lt;br /&gt;We know the lyrics off by heart and before we know it &lt;br /&gt;We are dancing too. &lt;br /&gt;Black cat spread Gumby stretch across the wood floor &lt;br /&gt;Mouth covered in pink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-116512640449315659?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/116512640449315659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=116512640449315659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/116512640449315659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/116512640449315659'/><link rel='alternate' 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writers block &lt;br /&gt;I'm a poet &lt;br /&gt;On montreal sidewalks &lt;br /&gt;Lighting up a thought &lt;br /&gt;Burning a hole &lt;br /&gt;On montreal sidewalks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is like French &lt;br /&gt;a language I don't understand &lt;br /&gt;yet speak it &lt;br /&gt;Dialect my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please poor me no more words &lt;br /&gt;I stumble and stagger along &lt;br /&gt;On montreal sidewalks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-116512650968909704?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/116512650968909704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=116512650968909704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Desert highway, dust blue sky &lt;br /&gt;So hot the future turns to water one mile high &lt;br /&gt;The horizon one junction up &lt;br /&gt;Desert highway, rust red ride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time turns to hunger one mile deep inside &lt;br /&gt;Pull over dusted shoulder &lt;br /&gt;Door swings out &lt;br /&gt;Loud it speaks open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worn out diner &lt;br /&gt;a worn out woman inside &lt;br /&gt;Her gum slaps back the humidity &lt;br /&gt;Ricochet against her tongue &lt;br /&gt;Coffee is poured out into &lt;br /&gt;Distressed cup cradled in a saucer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would like cream and sugar with that &lt;br /&gt;And I want to place my order now &lt;br /&gt;The jukebox sings only one song it knows &lt;br /&gt;The quarters expired &lt;br /&gt;One kick keeps it going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing me a song of a lonesome town &lt;br /&gt;Dust bowl Guthrie hole &lt;br /&gt;With lonesome people passing through &lt;br /&gt;An exit sign &lt;br /&gt;That is all they learned to do &lt;br /&gt;It shows in their spurs and slurs &lt;br /&gt;And a fake strand of pearls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat beating against ground &lt;br /&gt;Bruised with browns and yellows &lt;br /&gt;Sky beaten to a darker blue, &lt;br /&gt;Beater rusted to rust and crumble &lt;br /&gt;Soaked against a hairline crying &lt;br /&gt;Another bead of heated waiting around &lt;br /&gt;For something new to walk through the revolving door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-116512660655311530?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/116512660655311530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=116512660655311530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you a whole bunch of stuff &lt;br /&gt;that you don't want to hear &lt;br /&gt;I could tell what was what &lt;br /&gt;but you'd be so thwarted by what was real &lt;br /&gt;and what it was you were taught &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you the opposite even though &lt;br /&gt;you want to already hear what you knew &lt;br /&gt;even though the real is opposite &lt;br /&gt;of what you already know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you even open minded to new idea &lt;br /&gt;new ideas to you although acient in their own right &lt;br /&gt;because they have always been &lt;br /&gt;and they have always worked &lt;br /&gt;no matter how independent you feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you open yourself to me &lt;br /&gt;to learn to be the route to &lt;br /&gt;what your life is suppose to be &lt;br /&gt;what we are mean't to be &lt;br /&gt;can you be agreeable enough to know &lt;br /&gt;that this is not anything what &lt;br /&gt;we are suppose to live through, &lt;br /&gt;that this was not part of the trip &lt;br /&gt;but a detour to get to the &lt;br /&gt;vacation spot that we paid for along this route.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-116512682188169421?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/116512682188169421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=116512682188169421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/116512682188169421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/116512682188169421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Your wisdom until a golden brown &lt;br /&gt;Understanding smells good &lt;br /&gt;My stake comes out clean &lt;br /&gt;Ready to serve &lt;br /&gt;Faithfully &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of world being girl alone &lt;br /&gt;Goes on longer then it should &lt;br /&gt;Longer then I care for it to go &lt;br /&gt;And I can't imagine further, rougher road &lt;br /&gt;Girl can only carry so heavy a load, but your yoke is light &lt;br /&gt;‘Keep on the watch', &lt;br /&gt;Please be One that will stop &lt;br /&gt;All crime, time will wipe away tears from this face, &lt;br /&gt;disgrace to watch no more smile &lt;br /&gt;When does this stop the bleed? &lt;br /&gt;Turn me ‘round to sound of mind, to peace I find, &lt;br /&gt;Let me do this gracefully, beg plead I cry &lt;br /&gt;Clench my heart, n'squeeze feline, &lt;br /&gt;Oh dear life find my reason, &lt;br /&gt;find a rhyme where is mine &lt;br /&gt;To squeeze me tight when I can't find a rhyme for reason? &lt;br /&gt;Desperation sucks in her gut, chin up pull up, &lt;br /&gt;Stiff upper quivering bottom lip; pull your self together now &lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz this is where the real pain begins to hurt inside &lt;br /&gt;It's gone too deep, deeper then any splitting open red sea &lt;br /&gt;“Can't you see dear me? &lt;br /&gt;The end will come, &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see so clearly now? &lt;br /&gt;Here it comes on the count of three, &lt;br /&gt;The Father, Son, Holy Spirit &lt;br /&gt;Are not one but three waiting patiently” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding back the storm &lt;br /&gt;Avenge this sort of humility, &lt;br /&gt;I cannot blame you &lt;br /&gt;but I hate the game all the same &lt;br /&gt;How do I play without losing my heart again? &lt;br /&gt;All desires will be fulfilled &lt;br /&gt;If this desire is taken away, then how can it be fulfilled? &lt;br /&gt;Resurrection is an unknown detail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many variations of answers &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know what to do if I knew anyway, I suppose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safeguard my heart &lt;br /&gt;Chest plate is all I got, &lt;br /&gt;Won't give up this time &lt;br /&gt;The price is high and no place left to hide anymore &lt;br /&gt;Let out that groan, let go that sigh, &lt;br /&gt;Try and breathe in, n' exhale &lt;br /&gt;This is a sacrifice that has been paid for you and I &lt;br /&gt;So sigh, smile, pick out a shiny nail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear the never being mother, &lt;br /&gt;I'll never love another &lt;br /&gt;I hover over the dwelling and it keeps me &lt;br /&gt;Up all night in isolated constant fear &lt;br /&gt;No one knows the end is near &lt;br /&gt;Written in promise form, I pick up sword &lt;br /&gt;Ark loaded two by two where is my one and only love? &lt;br /&gt;Sidewalk walking being girl wanting boy &lt;br /&gt;In critical times all alone I find &lt;br /&gt;Hard to deal with, breathe in n'exhale &lt;br /&gt;This unforeseen occurrence befalling me &lt;br /&gt;Dominating me over and over &lt;br /&gt;Constant fall on narrow road, leading to more scraped knee &lt;br /&gt;Wipe away another tear &lt;br /&gt;feel the pain hurt inside again &lt;br /&gt;Craving keeps hunger within &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me your heart this time &lt;br /&gt;Don't rip out mine &lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz my heart just found comfort &lt;br /&gt;Behind Adams rib again &lt;br /&gt;Girl, write down broken heart, &lt;br /&gt;Remove it from your sleeve, won't let nobody see, &lt;br /&gt;You the one being girl, you got to prove stronger now &lt;br /&gt;If you're going to carry that shield around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl with broken spirit, goes spiraling down &lt;br /&gt;Crash head-on helmet on &lt;br /&gt;Broken words go withering down onto page, &lt;br /&gt;Paper was the only one who ever listened carefully. &lt;br /&gt;Pen urged me to purge n' to get it out in the bright white open &lt;br /&gt;What good does it do me when waking up in whimper? &lt;br /&gt;Prayers fall into two-ply tissue &lt;br /&gt;Universal issue, see how it's affecting me? &lt;br /&gt;But if you don't see me, &lt;br /&gt;how could you ever know me well? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hold skin bottle tight in your Hand, &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever forget what's important to me, &lt;br /&gt;Write it down carefully, ‘cuz this is everything &lt;br /&gt;That's killing me inside this &lt;br /&gt;Precious little thing You love called me &lt;br /&gt;I pray this was simpler and easier said then done.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the run for my own purpose in life &lt;br /&gt;Expecting heart to be sick again, spiraling down &lt;br /&gt;Gut wrenching turmoil closure &lt;br /&gt;At the expense of my exposure &lt;br /&gt;I cry, sowing seed, planting tree, &lt;br /&gt;Pulling weed that suffocate my need &lt;br /&gt;Run fingertips along the wall, &lt;br /&gt;through the hall and corridor &lt;br /&gt;Singing song, &lt;br /&gt;humming kingdom melody, &lt;br /&gt;Left behind, being girl alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-116512761555965467</id><published>2006-12-02T22:10:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:09:30.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>Written by Crybaby®™&lt;br /&gt;©2006 - 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;what to say because&lt;br /&gt;it's all lost&lt;br /&gt;I was running undercover&lt;br /&gt;as it rained down more rain&lt;br /&gt;I was running for some hope&lt;br /&gt;as it rained hopelessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What life is this&lt;br /&gt;that we have to live&lt;br /&gt;this purpose was not&lt;br /&gt;suppose to go like this&lt;br /&gt;Where is my baby&lt;br /&gt;Where is my dream&lt;br /&gt;Where is my stake&lt;br /&gt;I've left it out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;what to say because&lt;br /&gt;it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;I keep running undercover&lt;br /&gt;as it rains a few drops more&lt;br /&gt;I keep running for my dreams&lt;br /&gt;but they burst at their seams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What life is this&lt;br /&gt;that we have to give&lt;br /&gt;this plan was not&lt;br /&gt;suppose to go like this&lt;br /&gt;Where is my true love&lt;br /&gt;where is my one and only&lt;br /&gt;Where is that one&lt;br /&gt;Two makes a pair&lt;br /&gt;as we load onto this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep running&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's time&lt;br /&gt;to let go&lt;br /&gt;I'm now running&lt;br /&gt;guess it's time&lt;br /&gt;for the beginning&lt;br /&gt;of this show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my one&lt;br /&gt;where is my only&lt;br /&gt;where is my joy&lt;br /&gt;it's at the end of a stake&lt;br /&gt;punctured hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep running&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-116346720440108857</id><published>2006-11-13T17:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:11:28.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Tragedy</title><content type='html'>Written by Crybaby&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to know you&lt;br /&gt;But I was told I should&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I knew how this would end&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know why&lt;br /&gt;You found a way to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I want to help you feel more&lt;br /&gt;So as to even the score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know this is not a tragedy for me&lt;br /&gt;but just another prank being pulled, oh how I can see&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd pour into this mold &lt;br /&gt;all of this time&lt;br /&gt;I got in over my head&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has been left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be perfect &lt;br /&gt;I just want to be better then you&lt;br /&gt;Morning came and we are not in this together&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know what is the matter with you&lt;br /&gt;I want to help you feel more pain&lt;br /&gt;I want to help you feel more insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know this is not a tragedy for me&lt;br /&gt;but just another prank being pulled, oh how I can see&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd pour into this mold &lt;br /&gt;all of this year&lt;br /&gt;I got in over my head&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has been left unsaid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-116346720440108857?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/116346720440108857/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-115843906042484544</id><published>2006-09-16T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:11:48.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tormenting Locusts</title><content type='html'>Written by Crybaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warning is announced on the P.A. system through all the halls&lt;br /&gt;in every school with a scorpion sting static sound.&lt;br /&gt;The principle says, 'the stars are going out&lt;br /&gt;and the stripes are getting bent, the red leaf is wilting &lt;br /&gt;and there is nothing much left after that&lt;br /&gt;Because the day is approaching when divine patience reaches the limits &lt;br /&gt;And His winepress of anger is now rotating it's arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A psychopath is following me down every street &lt;br /&gt;around every corner that I walk, that I travel my foot on&lt;br /&gt;No restraining order keeps him away from me; &lt;br /&gt;and he doesn't let me be, he doesn't  leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;The big ugly shadows of this system is&lt;br /&gt;lurking at my windows, tapping it’s branches at my pain&lt;br /&gt;and waiting for me outside behind bushes in shrubs&lt;br /&gt;I feel uneasy and I feel him walking behind me&lt;br /&gt;his leather coat scrunches as he walks&lt;br /&gt;It looks like he's been wearing it a long time&lt;br /&gt;I hear him lighting a cigarette, I can smell him right behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrestle with my deficiencies&lt;br /&gt;Why should I have Your approval&lt;br /&gt;when I don't even try to conquer&lt;br /&gt;the bad with the good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With little metal tweezers&lt;br /&gt;I fight constantly all night&lt;br /&gt;There is a thorn in my side&lt;br /&gt;that I try to get out&lt;br /&gt;I wish to do what is right &lt;br /&gt;but there is a battle within me&lt;br /&gt;a flesh that wants to tear through me&lt;br /&gt;endurance breaks in cold sweats in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fight up steam through the waters like a fish.&lt;br /&gt;I try to find my strength but then I realize it's not in me&lt;br /&gt;It’s been bleeding out&lt;br /&gt;Help me out of my own whirlpool of deficiency  &lt;br /&gt;I cannot swim up stream like some say&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn to walk on water&lt;br /&gt;it's easy it's all in the faith you have&lt;br /&gt;so where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More then likely that is why &lt;br /&gt;a child will hold back information &lt;br /&gt;For fear that he will see the wrath for his honesty&lt;br /&gt;and ask for help when I am passing  through dangerous feelings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-115843906042484544?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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me feel what I feel&lt;br /&gt;I stay busy things need to be done&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the long day&lt;br /&gt;I crawl back into my bed with my cats&lt;br /&gt;wailing until I can't cry anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'm working hard to keep alive&lt;br /&gt;but I feel less alive every year&lt;br /&gt;I feel invisible and less significant&lt;br /&gt;Only in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living don't tell you how they feel&lt;br /&gt;They wait till your lying peacefully in a casket&lt;br /&gt;or burned to dust, sprinkled on your favorite spot&lt;br /&gt;This is my firey furnace, my lions den.&lt;br /&gt;This is my wilderness and I feel a knawing of pain&lt;br /&gt;I feel parched from the thirst&lt;br /&gt;and I pray that tomorrow the manna will fall&lt;br /&gt;I will collect only what I need&lt;br /&gt;My wordless sighs and groanings&lt;br /&gt;Miserable girl that I am&lt;br /&gt;Callous my heart is hardening &lt;br /&gt;a little hope seems to ooze out through the center&lt;br /&gt;but that will run dry soon too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the beginning of falling into a weak state&lt;br /&gt;Mamed young animal in me is falling down&lt;br /&gt;The vulture is swarming and the wild dogs &lt;br /&gt;are waiting for the feast&lt;br /&gt;We are not in our right minds when one hungry&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why the homeless&lt;br /&gt;appear crazy? &lt;br /&gt;Hunger and coldness is the ruling king within them.&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts and my chest is beating out of my chest&lt;br /&gt;from all the caffine I try to drink in a day&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound okay to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doens't matter how high your heels are&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how blond your hair is&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how intelligent you sound&lt;br /&gt;You are still invisible, you are not heard&lt;br /&gt;only looked over, only blocking the view&lt;br /&gt;only in the way stepped around, pushed aside&lt;br /&gt;all I want now is to share his peaceful silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that there is a war in heaven&lt;br /&gt;A battle fighting for me &lt;br /&gt;Seeming delay for a good reason&lt;br /&gt;this is no reason for Michael to finalize it&lt;br /&gt;and end this battle&lt;br /&gt;Prayer has become an asprin, it only masks the pain&lt;br /&gt;The root cause - a cure is coming soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knuckles are soar from holding on&lt;br /&gt;but I have to knuckledown and hold on some more&lt;br /&gt;How do you begin to cope with this abuse&lt;br /&gt;Forever won't wrap around my brain&lt;br /&gt;until I lose count at my 300th birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-115843862295834309?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115843862295834309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-115843827313304400</id><published>2006-09-16T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:12:43.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a Killing</title><content type='html'>Written by Crybaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clots in the blood veins eventually kill &lt;br /&gt;just the way slipping into an old personality &lt;br /&gt;like an old sweater from an ex-boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;not  appealing to anyone but comfortable to you&lt;br /&gt;Made by 'Bad Associates' 100% bad attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for things that are fashioned after all this, &lt;br /&gt;And the desire of my eye has been nothing but a display;&lt;br /&gt;a show infront of me on a runway &lt;br /&gt;Temptation was designed to slowly suck me back&lt;br /&gt;into the vortex of a world that is losing grip. &lt;br /&gt;a world unfolding into another mind trap, &lt;br /&gt;I find the attack lost in a pile of whites ready for the laundry&lt;br /&gt;Get back on a straight path to everlasting life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad association sits in a family circle snug because&lt;br /&gt;They love you and they wants whats best for you&lt;br /&gt;They know this is what you really want&lt;br /&gt;Your whole life you try to give up or cave in to their plot&lt;br /&gt;as it thickens in your blood viens waiting for the clot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they gallivant around down a blood thirsty carpet&lt;br /&gt;She called me up for advice one day &lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to tell her what direction to take&lt;br /&gt;Bad attitude presents itself  bitterness like wine&lt;br /&gt;Asking me if it's really so&lt;br /&gt;Hoping she won't notice once she starts to get drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly you feel that death is at your doorstep&lt;br /&gt;Temptation is only trying to persuade me to go for a drink&lt;br /&gt;It's still early, I won't be home late&lt;br /&gt;Snake slitthers through the big apple&lt;br /&gt; Eve doesn't even bother to cover herself up&lt;br /&gt;Not even with her hair.&lt;br /&gt;She saw herself in the mirror and thought&lt;br /&gt;I can make a killing off of this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-115843827313304400?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115843827313304400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=115843827313304400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/115843827313304400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/115843827313304400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/2006/09/making-killing.html' title='Making a Killing'/><author><name>Crybaby and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412542795759915855</uri><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/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-115843815550883829</id><published>2006-09-16T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:13:05.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Original idea by Ani DiFranco&lt;br /&gt;'Hypnotized' from the album Reprieve&lt;br /&gt;released 2006 Righteous Babe Records&lt;br /&gt;Edited by Crybaby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how You found me&lt;br /&gt;Rain falling around me&lt;br /&gt;sitting under an awning&lt;br /&gt;flapping in a winter nights sky&lt;br /&gt;drinking coffee, wondering why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic hissing by&lt;br /&gt;Staring down a road with &lt;br /&gt;glowing lights pointing at me&lt;br /&gt;telling me which way to go&lt;br /&gt;with a long way to go &lt;br /&gt;You're looking down on a girl&lt;br /&gt;knowing she'd very much like to go home&lt;br /&gt;I was homesick and living the devils lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You invited me and led me away&lt;br /&gt;Found myself&lt;br /&gt;Surruonded by a language&lt;br /&gt;so pure and sublime&lt;br /&gt;I could only say hello and thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;but you spoke so I could understand&lt;br /&gt;You drew a treasure map on my hand&lt;br /&gt;the map lead to an island &lt;br /&gt;in a sea of heaven bought dreams&lt;br /&gt;You had just enough desire to keep me satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how you found me&lt;br /&gt;looking down a road with a long way to go&lt;br /&gt;lovely girls hovering above me with&lt;br /&gt;long slender necks and delicate skulls&lt;br /&gt;they had enough sweetness to keep me satisfied&lt;br /&gt;I was no picnic&lt;br /&gt;no I was no prize, but&lt;br /&gt;You didn't leave me out in the cold&lt;br /&gt;You didn't leave me out there to die&lt;br /&gt;cause your map lead me to this island&lt;br /&gt;in a sea of heaven bought dreams&lt;br /&gt;You're desire to keep me has left me satisfied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-115843815550883829?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115843815550883829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=115843815550883829' title='0 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Dfranco from the song &lt;em&gt;"Subconscience'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the album &lt;em&gt;'Reprieve'&lt;/em&gt; , released 2006 by Righteous&lt;br /&gt;Babe Records. Edited by Crybaby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one road bound walking the way that I do&lt;br /&gt;Looking like I'm lost in thought&lt;br /&gt;but I'm looking for You&lt;br /&gt;it's a subconscience the way that I feel&lt;br /&gt;too bad my subconscience life is the more real&lt;br /&gt;Im in bad shape&lt;br /&gt;but I know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;and it ain't where I've been&lt;br /&gt;I know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;and it ain't where I've been&lt;br /&gt;Along the way I'm searching for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of anxiety gotten hold of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I just want to run home when I feel it start&lt;br /&gt;plastic bottles of hope gagged and ready for a refund&lt;br /&gt;sealed dreams forced in my head&lt;br /&gt;zillion prayerful waves flowing through my hair&lt;br /&gt;nobody is calling me&lt;br /&gt;ain't nobody buzzin' to come up&lt;br /&gt;tossing and turning&lt;br /&gt;I did a few bad things&lt;br /&gt;You know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;but you ain't been where I've been&lt;br /&gt;I'm in bad shape &lt;br /&gt;But I know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;and it ain't where I've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between sleepless dreams&lt;br /&gt;and scattered rough edged prayers&lt;br /&gt;turn my back and my kitty cats&lt;br /&gt;to say one or two &lt;br /&gt;I spread my arms wide and hope someone dives in&lt;br /&gt;falling way deep inside in my inner dialogue&lt;br /&gt;posed on the edge&lt;br /&gt;of everything on me&lt;br /&gt;I am a rough draft manuscript and&lt;br /&gt;With red markers across my body&lt;br /&gt;You circle around me&lt;br /&gt;telling me what I spelt wrong&lt;br /&gt;where I missed a period&lt;br /&gt;and when a sentence should not have been said&lt;br /&gt;and where I did right, where I captured your attention&lt;br /&gt;and where I can create more&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect, but I'm getting there cause&lt;br /&gt;Im in bad shape&lt;br /&gt;but I know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;and it ain't where I've been&lt;br /&gt;too bad my subconscience life is more real&lt;br /&gt;then anything I've ever felt before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know where were going&lt;br /&gt;and it ain't where we've been&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-115843798297326433?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/115843798297326433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=115843798297326433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/115843798297326433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/115843798297326433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/2006/09/aint-where-ive-been.html' title='Ain&apos;t Where I&apos;ve Been'/><author><name>Crybaby and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412542795759915855</uri><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/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-114825346811652562</id><published>2006-05-21T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:14:11.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop What I'm Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Written by Crybaby®™ &lt;br /&gt;©2006 &lt;br /&gt;Reprinted by Permission of Crybaby &amp; Co. Publishing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been heel-and-toe racing so blindly these days &lt;br /&gt;Exhausted by my own velocity &lt;br /&gt;Now feeling beyond repair &lt;br /&gt;You turn a blind eye to all the things &lt;br /&gt;you claim to not have ever done &lt;br /&gt;We are amazed by our maze of intricate patterns &lt;br /&gt;I am a blooming secret garden inside of myself &lt;br /&gt;Twisted and turning like a game of labyrinth &lt;br /&gt;And you became the sterling silver ball that searches for the end of me &lt;br /&gt;One drop in the box and you have to start all over again &lt;br /&gt;I am something only you can conquer with your all inclusive effort &lt;br /&gt;Can you unfold the convolution of my inner thoughts? &lt;br /&gt;I know someone who knows me in and out &lt;br /&gt;If you ask Him, &lt;br /&gt;He will tell you what you need to know &lt;br /&gt;But do you trust Him? &lt;br /&gt;Do you trust yourself to hear what He's got to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect that you are any different &lt;br /&gt;I don't expect that I don't have to work any harder &lt;br /&gt;But I do expect ourselves to lift up our tools &lt;br /&gt;and to start digging, because we got to start somewhere &lt;br /&gt;We got to dig through ourselves and into each other &lt;br /&gt;We all have our dirt and laundry and it all starts with the first human couple &lt;br /&gt;Can we clean ourselves up or just leave ourselves out to dry &lt;br /&gt;And I know that some things have their stains that will never come out but &lt;br /&gt;We all have our spots that we have to live with. &lt;br /&gt;Can we stop pretending we're spotless when meet each other again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a confession to make &lt;br /&gt;It's that I cannot be perfect for you until the end of this world &lt;br /&gt;And I got to ask you to please stop expecting it from me &lt;br /&gt;We all say too much or we all talk not enough &lt;br /&gt;We cry ourselves home and kick ourselves back &lt;br /&gt;Into our beds and regret everything we forgot to say &lt;br /&gt;Being just right is key and is golden in this world &lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, Oh darling, where did I go wrong &lt;br /&gt;Why don't I have this under my belt by now &lt;br /&gt;Thirty years old and you don't have this right still &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety kicks in when we try to perfect it &lt;br /&gt;We try to make it &lt;br /&gt;do things the way people call it. &lt;br /&gt;Letting it dictate our lives &lt;br /&gt;A lesson has been lived and learned &lt;br /&gt;The clarity to see and stop this now &lt;br /&gt;That is what I have earned &lt;br /&gt;Please don't talk me into this &lt;br /&gt;Please don't talk me out of this either &lt;br /&gt;Let me rely on Wisdom, let me rely on my Source &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my ass planted out here on the ledge &lt;br /&gt;The edge of what I am thinking about the edge of what I hope &lt;br /&gt;I will come down when I'm ready to come back down to reality &lt;br /&gt;When I am ready to just drop it into the bucket &lt;br /&gt;While you drop a dime at the drop of a hat &lt;br /&gt;This whole idea of mine keeps bungie jumping off &lt;br /&gt;It bounces back up &lt;br /&gt;Thrilled by the experience &lt;br /&gt;ready to go for it again. &lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon these hopes are going to be longer &lt;br /&gt;Then the bottom of this really big deal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk too much &lt;br /&gt;I don't say enough &lt;br /&gt;I came from the city with my urgency &lt;br /&gt;In my garden it understands what I'm up to &lt;br /&gt;or is it just becoming my unique art gallery art form &lt;br /&gt;would you please take a closer look without squinting &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting use to the negative feedback and criticism &lt;br /&gt;This vibe isn't bouncing off of you but bouncing off of only me &lt;br /&gt;I've got to listen to my only authority &lt;br /&gt;and I don't recall it ever being you &lt;br /&gt;If you ever listen to your conscience &lt;br /&gt;And the cats got it's tongue you got to go home &lt;br /&gt;Back to your hole &lt;br /&gt;until the gears are working properly again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worked hard to be where I am today &lt;br /&gt;But I still feel like I'm only packing &lt;br /&gt;My journey hasn't even begun &lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting under the bus shelter in the pouring rain &lt;br /&gt;The bus is warming up and I am ready to get on as I &lt;br /&gt;Leave you with one last question that only requires &lt;br /&gt;your famous one word answers &lt;br /&gt;Are you my companion fare or am I a hobo with no place &lt;br /&gt;Really fantastic nor hopeful to go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you could be worth the ride &lt;br /&gt;I got to be okay with this &lt;br /&gt;I am going to keep this wall up around me. &lt;br /&gt;Only the truth can set me free &lt;br /&gt;I got to be sure that you aren't the enemy &lt;br /&gt;I have to be sure that you aren't here to tear me down &lt;br /&gt;But that I am here to build you up &lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to be a part of this &lt;br /&gt;whole-heartedly, whole-souled and sacrificing &lt;br /&gt;What I already have got would never be worth it for that exchange &lt;br /&gt;Excuse me Sir, but do you have spare change &lt;br /&gt;To complete me as a dollar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-114825346811652562?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114825346811652562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=114825346811652562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/114825346811652562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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stranger's façade to get use to &lt;br /&gt;A new creature to explain herself, in her characteristic tone &lt;br /&gt;But instead of pouring her heart out into another unexpected heart &lt;br /&gt;She pumps her feelings out through the barrel of a pen &lt;br /&gt;On to a green and white paper cup &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes clean as the freezing &lt;br /&gt;New Year cold people walk past &lt;br /&gt;in there selfish saunter and sweat &lt;br /&gt;She works hard at justifying why, why, why &lt;br /&gt;She is the person that she is &lt;br /&gt;Her excuses, after abundant excuses &lt;br /&gt;Imperfections written in spoken word rhyme &lt;br /&gt;Take it or leave it, no one talks back &lt;br /&gt;They would only stare back with another question &lt;br /&gt;Only can she hear the rhythms of motorcars and designer feet &lt;br /&gt;Colliding with a cobble stone ground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid-of-all-work has lived &lt;br /&gt;in this city for her whole entire life span &lt;br /&gt;She's met, dumped and left clusters of people &lt;br /&gt;From years in and years out. &lt;br /&gt;This is the city where she use to run into &lt;br /&gt;People, troubles and regrets &lt;br /&gt;But in the last while she has not seen the &lt;br /&gt;Scarred faces to rewind to events gone by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are they? &lt;br /&gt;Are they disguised as older people? &lt;br /&gt;Have they moved away from the city? &lt;br /&gt;Did they get on with their life? &lt;br /&gt;Who ended it somewhere? &lt;br /&gt;Questions, questions, questions tap &lt;br /&gt;Against the table top between the fingers and the cigarette &lt;br /&gt;She's staring down blankly at her paper cup &lt;br /&gt;Focused on her ink to form words &lt;br /&gt;The musical background of traffic noise &lt;br /&gt;Maybe she would see people she knew &lt;br /&gt;If she only looked up for a minute or two &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is blinding as she looks up &lt;br /&gt;Yup blinding &lt;br /&gt;Like each relationship that she's had and passed up &lt;br /&gt;Only the sun has kept her warm and alive &lt;br /&gt;Feeling that there is hope yet &lt;br /&gt;Hope that Tuesday will come to motivate her &lt;br /&gt;She gets up and takes a step towards a life changing event &lt;br /&gt;It all depends if she looks up from her paper cup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-114660421894488004?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114660421894488004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=114660421894488004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/114660421894488004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Crybaby™ &lt;br /&gt;©2004 - 2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my country &lt;br /&gt;by which I mean &lt;br /&gt;I am indebted joyfully &lt;br /&gt;to all the proclaimers throughout its history &lt;br /&gt;who have fought government to make right &lt;br /&gt;where so many faithful sons and daughters &lt;br /&gt;our foremothers and forefathers &lt;br /&gt;through gas chambers, bullet fires &lt;br /&gt;came singing through kingdom melody through death march &lt;br /&gt;came through hail Hitler's and Russian soldiers &lt;br /&gt;so that we could stand here in blue seats &lt;br /&gt;and behold breathlessly the sight &lt;br /&gt;how a raging river of tears and His rightful sovereignty &lt;br /&gt;cut a grand canyon of light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I've been to different places &lt;br /&gt;flown through vast empty spaces &lt;br /&gt;with stewardess who's hands &lt;br /&gt;look much older then their faces &lt;br /&gt;and I've tossed so many napkins &lt;br /&gt;into that big hole in the sky &lt;br /&gt;been at the bottom of the red sea &lt;br /&gt;seething in a two-ply &lt;br /&gt;walking ontop of all that dead water &lt;br /&gt;and that big old whale swimming by &lt;br /&gt;I don't always get things done right &lt;br /&gt;but I'm smart enough to try &lt;br /&gt;because humility has buoyancy &lt;br /&gt;and above us a heavenly sky &lt;br /&gt;so I lean in &lt;br /&gt;breathe deeper that brutal burning smell &lt;br /&gt;that surrounds the smoldering wreckage &lt;br /&gt;of a system that I've come to despise so well &lt;br /&gt;yes, color me stunned and dazzled &lt;br /&gt;by all the red white and blue flashing neon lights &lt;br /&gt;in the king of south's intersection &lt;br /&gt;where black crashed head on with white &lt;br /&gt;comes a kingdom melody &lt;br /&gt;comes a two by two colporteur footstep rhythm on a sidewalk &lt;br /&gt;a particular resonance &lt;br /&gt;that is us and only six million point four of us &lt;br /&gt;comes a screaming trumpet blast inside a prophecy &lt;br /&gt;a Hand that you can trust with faith &lt;br /&gt;laid steady, on the motivated right chest &lt;br /&gt;working for the better good &lt;br /&gt;(which is very good at its perfect best) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and too, bearing witness &lt;br /&gt;like a woman bears a child &lt;br /&gt;with all her might &lt;br /&gt;We are born into the greatest pain, &lt;br /&gt;the greatest man provided a ransom &lt;br /&gt;in order for us to survive &lt;br /&gt;We all stand breathlessly and fight this &lt;br /&gt;fine, fine fight &lt;br /&gt;How a raging river of tears and His rightful sovereignty &lt;br /&gt;Cuts a grand canyon of light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, no joyous song has gone unsung here &lt;br /&gt;and this joint is strung crazy tight &lt;br /&gt;and people have been praising up their voices &lt;br /&gt;since it just ain't been right &lt;br /&gt;with all the self-righteous rage &lt;br /&gt;and all the bitter spite &lt;br /&gt;He will accompany us out &lt;br /&gt;of this long night &lt;br /&gt;He will grab us like a thief &lt;br /&gt;And deliver us out &lt;br /&gt;when we are ready to take flight &lt;br /&gt;seatback and tray-table &lt;br /&gt;in the upright and locked position &lt;br /&gt;joyful tears of each new vision &lt;br /&gt;that John said would happen &lt;br /&gt;of all that my spiritual family have so far done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, say, the brothers and sisters &lt;br /&gt;and the unforgettable only-begotten Son &lt;br /&gt;who gave their lives, his perfect life &lt;br /&gt;so that we could have one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, we are standing at ground zero &lt;br /&gt;Of this old system of things &lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's a big life saving job &lt;br /&gt;one we're to never forget &lt;br /&gt;and downplay and deny &lt;br /&gt;Babylon's knees have finally buckled in &lt;br /&gt;She's kerplooyeed down now &lt;br /&gt;Faster then a pair that were once parked &lt;br /&gt;against a perfectly blue sky &lt;br /&gt;something that was bound and gagged to happen &lt;br /&gt;a hook in their mouth and led into a thought &lt;br /&gt;but i think the time is nothing &lt;br /&gt;if not nigh to let the truth out &lt;br /&gt;I think it finally deserves &lt;br /&gt;a nationwide shout &lt;br /&gt;all the way from Brooklyn &lt;br /&gt;and back a different route &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets be decent here &lt;br /&gt;show respect with love and unity &lt;br /&gt;to all the faithful brothers and sisters &lt;br /&gt;To all those who suffered great pains &lt;br /&gt;I mean, just take a look around this stadium &lt;br /&gt;we have this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;br /&gt;I love my country &lt;br /&gt;by which I mean &lt;br /&gt;I am indebted joyfully &lt;br /&gt;to all the six point four million proclaimers and &lt;br /&gt;myriads of backup plans throughout our history &lt;br /&gt;who have fought this old system's government to make right &lt;br /&gt;where so many faithful brothers and sisters &lt;br /&gt;our foremothers and forefathers &lt;br /&gt;came singing through death march &lt;br /&gt;came through hail Hitlers and Russian soldiers &lt;br /&gt;so that we could stand here in convention sites &lt;br /&gt;Warsaws and Chinas, Moscows and such &lt;br /&gt;and behold breathlessly the sight &lt;br /&gt;how a raging river of tears and rightfully owned Sovereignty &lt;br /&gt;is cutting a grand canyon of light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Original work by Ani DiFranco (from Grand Canyon) Re-written for the sake a of a truth not told, a truth shared around the globe, a truth denied and slammed down from every corner, but a truth nonetheless.  The truth is my purpose in life.  I renovated this particular piece to fit into the life of what I call mine.  Gratefully, thankfully I have one to use just right) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-114660400756465217?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114660400756465217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=114660400756465217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/114660400756465217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/114660400756465217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/2006/05/proclaimers.html' title='Proclaimers'/><author><name>Crybaby and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412542795759915855</uri><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/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-114660391294746107</id><published>2006-05-02T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:14:49.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buckle Down Eve</title><content type='html'>Written by Crybaby®™ &lt;br /&gt;©2005 - 2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(very much inspired after listening to &lt;br /&gt;Ani DiFranco's new album "Knuckle Down &lt;br /&gt;and a bit of Jackson Triggs) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much sadness going through me &lt;br /&gt;Severing through my emotions &lt;br /&gt;I try to explain all the details &lt;br /&gt;but the complexity of myself is too much &lt;br /&gt;For me to deal with tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please darlin' I need your lap under my head &lt;br /&gt;Let my roots and strands become better acquainted &lt;br /&gt;With your fingerprints, leaving your identity pressed &lt;br /&gt;Next to me please - be here &lt;br /&gt;For the darkest part &lt;br /&gt;Of what I'm trying to deal with here tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz I don't what this is for, &lt;br /&gt;and you know that I want more &lt;br /&gt;This life that we live inside, &lt;br /&gt;we try to cope with its critical reality &lt;br /&gt;We face each day with our enduring qualities &lt;br /&gt;as we launder and slip into our new personality, &lt;br /&gt;imitate something that seems impossible with me tonight &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing earth shattering about me &lt;br /&gt;Nothing ground shaking about me here &lt;br /&gt;My intellect gets me no where &lt;br /&gt;But gives Adam a big booing scare &lt;br /&gt;It's just not our time I guess &lt;br /&gt;And timing is everything if we want this thing to work &lt;br /&gt;Boy you know I want this thing to work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say knuckle down Eve, &lt;br /&gt;Be content with this &lt;br /&gt;But I know I can't do this on my own &lt;br /&gt;And they say the suffering will make me stronger &lt;br /&gt;Until I am complete there won't be any Adams &lt;br /&gt;Buzzing to come up &lt;br /&gt;You've got to knuckle down Eve, and &lt;br /&gt;Be content with this &lt;br /&gt;Time to buckle down dear &lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz the combat ahead is a matter of life and death &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got on my complete suit of armor   &lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I am armed to the teeth &lt;br /&gt;I am showing you a matter of fact &lt;br /&gt;From the crispy, gold-edged pages of a book &lt;br /&gt;Written by a Source that guides and protects &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Oh yes darlin', this sword is sharper then anything &lt;br /&gt;You've ever seen before &lt;br /&gt;I've tried to hold my head up high, but then &lt;br /&gt;It got puffed up and exploded into the sky &lt;br /&gt;I tried not to fear man but then with an ax to grind &lt;br /&gt;He winked and left me with a charming smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am raging at my anger &lt;br /&gt;And I am angry at my weakness &lt;br /&gt;And my sole weakness is you baby &lt;br /&gt;So please leave me the hell alone &lt;br /&gt;And now I know I should've known better &lt;br /&gt;And I ought to have done what I ought to have done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to knuckle down, Eve &lt;br /&gt;You got to be armed to the teeth now &lt;br /&gt;Time to buckle down now dear &lt;br /&gt;Cuz the combat ahead is a matter of life and death &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have said goodbye &lt;br /&gt;On the count of hello &lt;br /&gt;But three times is for emphasis and I fell for it all &lt;br /&gt;And three sixes in a row front seat &lt;br /&gt;is something that marks you like a beast &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make the bad guy sweeter then icing on a cake &lt;br /&gt;And before I know it -  I realize &lt;br /&gt;that this was a big mistake &lt;br /&gt;Cuz I think to myself, maybe this is it for me &lt;br /&gt;I sell myself short and I have to say that life is too short &lt;br /&gt;To be playing this high school game &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the same sick sneering joke &lt;br /&gt;I've seen the same cheap shot you tried to pull on me &lt;br /&gt;The last time that we really had it out &lt;br /&gt;I was naïve then, I was Eve then &lt;br /&gt;But this time I call the shots &lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm not falling into this trap &lt;br /&gt;And I may be weak, I may be dumb sometimes &lt;br /&gt;But this time I got my head up &lt;br /&gt;No lap is under it tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to knuckle down, Eve &lt;br /&gt;You got to be armed to the teeth now &lt;br /&gt;Time to buckle down now dear &lt;br /&gt;Cuz the combat ahead is a matter of life and death &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't need me &lt;br /&gt;Like I need you &lt;br /&gt;Maybe my problem is, needing anything at all &lt;br /&gt;I don't understand myself tonight and I can't see myself &lt;br /&gt;So clearly through this mirror tonight &lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm not the bravest one of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is something I don't have a clue about &lt;br /&gt;But a mind game I like to play on myself &lt;br /&gt;Every other Friday night &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't see what's going on &lt;br /&gt;But when you see &lt;br /&gt;You hate what you find surrounding you &lt;br /&gt;And you know it's better with the light off &lt;br /&gt;To make it seem like nobody's at home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz the only light we need &lt;br /&gt; Is the light that saves our life &lt;br /&gt;A lamp at our foot &lt;br /&gt;Guiding us so perfectly down this path &lt;br /&gt;Leading us to a garden again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to knuckle down, Eve &lt;br /&gt;You got to be armed to the teeth now &lt;br /&gt;Time to buckle down now dear &lt;br /&gt;Cuz the combat ahead is a matter of life and death &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunnin' to get closer to forever &lt;br /&gt;Knuckle down, buckle down Eve &lt;br /&gt;Be content with this &lt;br /&gt;so, please excuse me darlin' &lt;br /&gt;you are too much for me to deal with tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-114660391294746107?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114660391294746107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=114660391294746107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/114660391294746107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/114660391294746107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/2006/05/buckle-down-eve.html' title='Buckle Down Eve'/><author><name>Crybaby and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412542795759915855</uri><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/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-114660371617466185</id><published>2006-05-02T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:15:07.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters in Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(First Line from ‘Studying Stones' written by Ani DiFranco. &lt;br /&gt;From the album ‘Knuckle Down' &lt;br /&gt;Righteous Babe Records.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Crybaby®™ &lt;br /&gt;Crybaby &amp; Co. Publishing ©2005 &lt;br /&gt;Reprinted by permission &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out here studying stones &lt;br /&gt;Whispering in undertones &lt;br /&gt;Law on this stone, I'm taking delight &lt;br /&gt;His finger makes Law &lt;br /&gt;More permanent then ink &lt;br /&gt;Engraved into hearts &lt;br /&gt;Etched into my bones &lt;br /&gt;I see your prophet coming &lt;br /&gt;Down now deeply &lt;br /&gt;Within me I can no longer see &lt;br /&gt;A reflection desperately resembling yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A calf made of gold, &lt;br /&gt;Didn't do as they were told &lt;br /&gt;burn a brand into my existence &lt;br /&gt;I'll do where I'm bold &lt;br /&gt;Pick up my beam, &lt;br /&gt;Send your prophet down please &lt;br /&gt;Show me from these tablets &lt;br /&gt;That I am a jewel &lt;br /&gt;A precious gem to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to look up when he's glowing like that &lt;br /&gt;But too beautiful to look away now &lt;br /&gt;Your inspired letter in stone &lt;br /&gt;I am scrolling through scrolls to see for myself &lt;br /&gt;That your feelings are genuine that &lt;br /&gt;Real &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rendered His special property &lt;br /&gt;His very own prized possession, &lt;br /&gt;Confession I have &lt;br /&gt;Fixing all I transgress &lt;br /&gt;A diamond in the shaggy course world of a life that is rough &lt;br /&gt;Smoothing my uneven ground steps &lt;br /&gt;I am found &lt;br /&gt;In your excavation throughout the surface of the earth &lt;br /&gt;You're finding substance, adding culture &lt;br /&gt;Refinement and polished correctness &lt;br /&gt;I am rough and ready, good enough for the purpose &lt;br /&gt;Extracting me now while you blow up the enemy &lt;br /&gt;I'm worth more then gold to you &lt;br /&gt;Beauty in the eyes of the beholder &lt;br /&gt;His all seeing eyes sees, everything adoring about me &lt;br /&gt;This Rock is a mine of information &lt;br /&gt;The very science dealing with the gemstone I have become &lt;br /&gt;I'm excavating it now, accuracy is abundance here &lt;br /&gt;In this mountain &lt;br /&gt;Letters in stone show me the way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fondles my soul, holding me like a child &lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of a large crag &lt;br /&gt;The Rock that renders me special property &lt;br /&gt;The noose loosened from being tight &lt;br /&gt;Around my rough-neck that I tied so carefully around &lt;br /&gt;Falling into temptation, transgression would &lt;br /&gt;Snap it once I step off &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spit and polish, spat on to be humiliated &lt;br /&gt;I pick up and follow him, &lt;br /&gt;Cause that is what he went through for me &lt;br /&gt;Spat on to be healed &lt;br /&gt;His fingers in my ears &lt;br /&gt;I hear what you're saying now &lt;br /&gt;But I'm still looking for an animal to sacrifice &lt;br /&gt;I just don't see the connection when &lt;br /&gt;I'm looking into the mirror and back &lt;br /&gt;At my stone cold gaze. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing matching to His &lt;br /&gt;Foundation cornerstone holding me upright &lt;br /&gt;Giving me strength beyond all normalities &lt;br /&gt;Shattered shards of me like a tablet &lt;br /&gt;Thrown to the ground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look closer now &lt;br /&gt;I am only synthetic man made stone &lt;br /&gt;Not so precious anymore &lt;br /&gt;But I'm still being cut to proper size &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I only have a heart of stone &lt;br /&gt;On my sleeve one day &lt;br /&gt;Strapped around my right pant leg the next &lt;br /&gt;And nothing else can get much harder then this. &lt;br /&gt;I take all the courage, the stamina &lt;br /&gt;I keep fighting in double measure &lt;br /&gt;There can be a reward, just let this endurance run through &lt;br /&gt;Run through to the end of its course &lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone &lt;br /&gt;Let this thing run its course &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miserable girl that I am, is out here studying stones &lt;br /&gt;Branding them into my heart now these &lt;br /&gt;Letters in stone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-114660371617466185?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114660371617466185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=114660371617466185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/114660371617466185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/114660371617466185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/2006/05/letters-in-stone.html' title='Letters in Stone'/><author><name>Crybaby and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412542795759915855</uri><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/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-114487385001882041</id><published>2006-04-12T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:15:24.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Amok</title><content type='html'>Written by Crybaby®™ &lt;br /&gt;Crybaby &amp; Co. Publishing ©2005 &lt;br /&gt;Reprinted by permission &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so pi$sed off &lt;br /&gt;she woke up one morning &lt;br /&gt;she put on a pot of coffee &lt;br /&gt;and found there was no sugar &lt;br /&gt;to sweeten things up &lt;br /&gt;Her existance was sour and no sugar &lt;br /&gt;could make things taste any better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow her life took on a form &lt;br /&gt;Of some kind of formality &lt;br /&gt;Following the heard, following the leaders &lt;br /&gt;That have the gull to tell others what to do &lt;br /&gt;And every subway car seemed more &lt;br /&gt;Like cattle cars, some going to greener pastures &lt;br /&gt;Some going to the slaughter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad cows, fighting there way through the streets &lt;br /&gt;For the sake of procedure for the sake of decorum &lt;br /&gt;This appropriateness, this conduct with a style and tone &lt;br /&gt;To make these walking compositions a whole &lt;br /&gt;A whole entire picture of &lt;br /&gt;Get up, skip your meals and off to work you go &lt;br /&gt;Jump that cattle car for we cannot be late &lt;br /&gt;For our first appointment of slaughter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's snowing, you better get your Christmas shopping done &lt;br /&gt;If the leaves are falling kill the bird and put your scary mask on &lt;br /&gt;If the flowers are blooming, hide the chocolate and &lt;br /&gt;Celebrate the birth of countries as they are all about to die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays, careers, births, deaths, weddings and graduation ceremonies &lt;br /&gt;It's all got this formality &lt;br /&gt;It's boring and uncalled for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke up pi$sed off because she was &lt;br /&gt;Stepping on to the next cattle car &lt;br /&gt;After realizing that there was no sugar &lt;br /&gt;To sweeten up her life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-114487385001882041?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114487385001882041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=114487385001882041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/114487385001882041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/114487385001882041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/2006/04/run-amok.html' title='Run Amok'/><author><name>Crybaby and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412542795759915855</uri><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/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-114487373235738467</id><published>2006-04-12T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:15:40.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Callous Heart</title><content type='html'>Written by Crybaby®™ &lt;br /&gt;Crybaby &amp; Co. Publishing ©2005 &lt;br /&gt;Reprinted by permission &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've chosen a callous indifference &lt;br /&gt;to the suffering of others &lt;br /&gt;somewhere along the way you made the decision &lt;br /&gt;to be heartless and impassive &lt;br /&gt;and I am truely sorry for all the pain &lt;br /&gt;and suffering that you have put people through &lt;br /&gt;Your elbows are tough from &lt;br /&gt;the pushing and the shoving &lt;br /&gt;as you make your way through &lt;br /&gt;the crowds of your anger &lt;br /&gt;with a stoic strut dressed &lt;br /&gt;in a full length wool bitterness &lt;br /&gt;Unaffected by the joy, the grief, &lt;br /&gt;the pleasure, and the pain &lt;br /&gt;all of these which have resigned &lt;br /&gt;picketing on the streets now &lt;br /&gt;of your closed mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You march up and down the streets &lt;br /&gt;with a callous heart sewn on your sleeve &lt;br /&gt;Hardened by the critical times you have to deal with &lt;br /&gt;You got to make sure of it &lt;br /&gt;Everybody has got to see how &lt;br /&gt;your eyes have become flat &lt;br /&gt;And I'm truly sorry for all the trouble &lt;br /&gt;you have put people through to make yourself &lt;br /&gt;emotionless with your hard-boiled thoughts and wishes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm just going to sit here underneath &lt;br /&gt;the awning of your madness &lt;br /&gt;as your pi$sed off decisions comes &lt;br /&gt;pi$sing down on everyone around you &lt;br /&gt;Yes, here you come marching down &lt;br /&gt;with a callous heart sewn onto your sleeve &lt;br /&gt;It shows in your stoic strut &lt;br /&gt;It's inbedded into the wool of your bitterness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you come pi$sing down on me &lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting underneath the awning of your madness &lt;br /&gt;and being the street poet on a Montreal sidewalk &lt;br /&gt;yeah that's me taking a little closer look &lt;br /&gt;Peering through the window of your closed mind&lt;div 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Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412542795759915855</uri><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/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-114487353721023901</id><published>2006-04-12T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:15:56.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Years is a Day Dream Coming True</title><content type='html'>Written by Crybaby®™ &lt;br /&gt;©2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened has happened &lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing I can do to &lt;br /&gt;Change what has happened to me &lt;br /&gt;    -I'm wandering aimlessly thinking of things to do &lt;br /&gt;To take up my time and make each tick count &lt;br /&gt;I am accountable for the time that I'm using up &lt;br /&gt;Every smile is a pearl in this world &lt;br /&gt;My smile is hard to find but it is there inside my shell &lt;br /&gt;    -I wander around thinking inside of my self &lt;br /&gt;I think about how much I miss the days &lt;br /&gt;When I was laughing everyday &lt;br /&gt;When I was crying less then everyday &lt;br /&gt;I can dream of times when tears won't make any sense &lt;br /&gt;I dream only about things that don't make me complete &lt;br /&gt;    -I march around a glass town with a smile on my face &lt;br /&gt;Even if it looks like I'm frowning &lt;br /&gt;My body inside is smiling because I am day dreaming &lt;br /&gt;About those days to come &lt;br /&gt;When tears won't make any sense to anyone &lt;br /&gt;The days when I will be laughing every day &lt;br /&gt;What has to happen will happen &lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing we can do to &lt;br /&gt;Change what is going to happen to you and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it will be good &lt;br /&gt;It will be great &lt;br /&gt;And we will smile every day &lt;br /&gt;Marching with joy and feeling complete &lt;br /&gt;We will be smiling inside and out &lt;br /&gt;Crying and frowning won't make any sense someday &lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming about the days to come &lt;br /&gt;I think about each day I dare not miss out on &lt;br /&gt;Because it will be good &lt;br /&gt;It will be great &lt;br /&gt;When we can all smile every single endless day &lt;br /&gt;For the next thousand years to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-114487353721023901?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114487353721023901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=114487353721023901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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2006 &lt;br /&gt;Reprinted by Permission &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all got to stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has gone on long enough &lt;br /&gt;This is all going wrong &lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;Time to get on with my life &lt;br /&gt;Time to close the cover &lt;br /&gt;Time to start a new book &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;I cannot grow &lt;br /&gt;around this idle talk &lt;br /&gt;I need to grow &lt;br /&gt;I need to find my way to carry on &lt;br /&gt;These burdens are something to let go of &lt;br /&gt;become something I need to be &lt;br /&gt;become something that I'm not &lt;br /&gt;yet &lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;The future I cannot see &lt;br /&gt;the past fogs my vision &lt;br /&gt;You are not my quest and never &lt;br /&gt;will you be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all got to stop &lt;br /&gt;It's all got to stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has gone on long enough &lt;br /&gt;This narrow road is rough &lt;br /&gt;and I cannot be happy &lt;br /&gt;with you walking   &lt;br /&gt;next to me talking tough &lt;br /&gt;endure it your way &lt;br /&gt;I'll endure it mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all got to stop &lt;br /&gt;It's all got to stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has gone on long enough &lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;Time to go and meet my future &lt;br /&gt;Make my dreams into reality &lt;br /&gt;We talk murmur talk &lt;br /&gt;complain about our lot &lt;br /&gt;Your becoming a thorn in my flesh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all got to stop &lt;br /&gt;It's all got to stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot walk along side me now &lt;br /&gt;don't ever tell me your inner thought &lt;br /&gt;We cannot go any further &lt;br /&gt;I need to find my future &lt;br /&gt;I cannot find anything &lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to look &lt;br /&gt;when you distract every thought &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all got to stop &lt;br /&gt;It's all got to stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust a word you say &lt;br /&gt;My whole life &lt;br /&gt;I let you get in the way &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that can grow &lt;br /&gt;and nothing is growing inside of me &lt;br /&gt;when you grow around me like a weed &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say &lt;br /&gt;but go my own seperate way &lt;br /&gt;There's no reason to stay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all got to stop &lt;br /&gt;It's all got to stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel bad &lt;br /&gt;about the way that I feel &lt;br /&gt;It's what needed to be said &lt;br /&gt;I don't trust you &lt;br /&gt;But trust me, this is better for both of us &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all got to stop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-114248164158050730?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uhBWGhstmA/S5lJUWkwftI/AAAAAAAAF6M/_DLazCECASY/S220/feet.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556821.post-114221732569493147</id><published>2006-03-12T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:16:36.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncomfortable Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Written by Crybaby &lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon to you too as &lt;br /&gt;You become the stranger invited in &lt;br /&gt;'take a seat please' &lt;br /&gt;in that uncomfortable chair &lt;br /&gt;I'll make you some tea while &lt;br /&gt;you try to sit and adjust yourself into &lt;br /&gt;the one &lt;br /&gt;where you just can't keep your back straight &lt;br /&gt;where your feet don't touch the ground &lt;br /&gt;you don't feel like much of a man now &lt;br /&gt;You just couldn't sit back and relax &lt;br /&gt;You just couldn't sit still and read me front to back &lt;br /&gt;I guess you judge a book by it's cover, we all do &lt;br /&gt;what else is new &lt;br /&gt;you did nothing much else today &lt;br /&gt;you said nothing much to me that day &lt;br /&gt;but in that uncomfortable chair &lt;br /&gt;you managed to fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A desire inside of me is being stirred that &lt;br /&gt;Has never been stirred before &lt;br /&gt;And for the first time you aren't the one holding the spoon. &lt;br /&gt;You've dished it out, you've taken it all &lt;br /&gt;But now you put it down &lt;br /&gt;I'm just not hungry anymore &lt;br /&gt;I've lost my appetite, somehow &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Stochansky begins the drum roll &lt;br /&gt;as we roll out through the kitty cat door &lt;br /&gt;out there in the pouring rain &lt;br /&gt;and we stand out on the porch watching &lt;br /&gt;words fly south for the winter &lt;br /&gt;bird migration has gotten all screwed up &lt;br /&gt;since man polluted the air &lt;br /&gt;And I don't know which way I'm going anymore &lt;br /&gt;since you've been breathing in mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to have kept you &lt;br /&gt;You were like a pet &lt;br /&gt;something to look after &lt;br /&gt;to feed and play with &lt;br /&gt;in your nocturnal phase of the day &lt;br /&gt;shake hands &lt;br /&gt;your feet land on the last step &lt;br /&gt;fiddle with the gate &lt;br /&gt;open and close it &lt;br /&gt;walking away &lt;br /&gt;spiraling down your next path &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still standing &lt;br /&gt;in this uncomfortable romance &lt;br /&gt;I am the woman who stutters &lt;br /&gt;and I will dream of you night after night &lt;br /&gt;because nightmares comes from stomach knots &lt;br /&gt;and twisted up days of regret and misunderstandings &lt;br /&gt;Superman fly's home now &lt;br /&gt;migrating to another home for the winter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find a nest on a hurricane swept island &lt;br /&gt;I'll head for higher ground when it starts to rain &lt;br /&gt;And when I see my home floating away &lt;br /&gt;I will come back down and create a new one &lt;br /&gt;because I'm still standing in this &lt;br /&gt;uncomfortable romance &lt;br /&gt;my tear ducts are tired and sore &lt;br /&gt;but I'm still standing &lt;br /&gt;in this uncomfortable romance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556821-114221732569493147?l=onewordpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onewordpoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114221732569493147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556821&amp;postID=114221732569493147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556821/posts/default/114221732569493147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling logical and reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;what you go through&lt;br /&gt;each day in your private life,&lt;br /&gt;through your mind.&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;you and I are the same&lt;br /&gt;in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;I know-whatever&lt;br /&gt;flaws, imperfections&lt;br /&gt;they will disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You be Boaz.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be Ruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not my goal&lt;br /&gt;to make you&lt;br /&gt;feel uneasy&lt;br /&gt;feeling awkward&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping&lt;br /&gt;this will leave you&lt;br /&gt;with a fondness&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;your struggles&lt;br /&gt;your hurdles or your trials.&lt;br /&gt;Keep fighting whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;I want to&lt;br /&gt;be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;be there for you&lt;br /&gt;at any given moment&lt;br /&gt;you needed another human&lt;br /&gt;being to be there.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;love you the way&lt;br /&gt;I need to&lt;br /&gt;love someone.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;fight the fine fight with you.&lt;br /&gt;Struggle with you&lt;br /&gt;enter in through&lt;br /&gt;the narrow gate&lt;br /&gt;not hesitate for a second&lt;br /&gt;combining life&lt;br /&gt;we both dream about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps at the end of this:&lt;br /&gt;It was my fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Making a nice fiction story&lt;br /&gt;Keep fighing whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;May He bless you&lt;br /&gt;for all your hard work&lt;br /&gt;faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;Be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think&lt;br /&gt;I can’t deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think&lt;br /&gt;I’m too young, a babe&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough,&lt;br /&gt;over a decade apart.&lt;br /&gt;You have&lt;br /&gt;been through more&lt;br /&gt;seen more&lt;br /&gt;Seen things&lt;br /&gt;I can’t imagine seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter isn’t&lt;br /&gt;to convince you.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to&lt;br /&gt;tell you what&lt;br /&gt;I see in you,&lt;br /&gt;I’m crazy about&lt;br /&gt;tell you I was&lt;br /&gt;ready and willing&lt;br /&gt;to see all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could&lt;br /&gt;never deal with&lt;br /&gt;what I deal with&lt;br /&gt;day after day,&lt;br /&gt;month after month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re lovely.&lt;br /&gt;I started&lt;br /&gt;to convince myself&lt;br /&gt;that this is&lt;br /&gt;where every relationship starts.&lt;br /&gt;We both torment ourselves&lt;br /&gt;through poetry,&lt;br /&gt;meditation&lt;br /&gt;past life regrets.&lt;br /&gt;I fantasize&lt;br /&gt;about the future&lt;br /&gt;till I cry in the night&lt;br /&gt;saying I can’t&lt;br /&gt;take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am someone&lt;br /&gt;who would have&lt;br /&gt;understood you the most.&lt;br /&gt;Or would put up with your bullsh!t&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;to be happy&lt;br /&gt;maybe I can’t&lt;br /&gt;do that for you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Maybe no one&lt;br /&gt;can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a glove on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Taking a cheek between&lt;br /&gt;your finger and thumb.&lt;br /&gt;You did the little things&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t let go&lt;br /&gt;of you either.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want it&lt;br /&gt;to be over&lt;br /&gt;I kept&lt;br /&gt;calling you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not&lt;br /&gt;angry with you,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not&lt;br /&gt;flipping out&lt;br /&gt;Watch your step&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You displayed qualities&lt;br /&gt;I look for&lt;br /&gt;I will search,&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;keep searching&lt;br /&gt;for someone&lt;br /&gt;with your qualities&lt;br /&gt;crazy about me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I found him&lt;br /&gt;I have to&lt;br /&gt;find someone&lt;br /&gt;looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have to&lt;br /&gt;patiently wait&lt;br /&gt;to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put Him first.&lt;br /&gt;You gave up&lt;br /&gt;money and riches for Him.&lt;br /&gt;You're kind,&lt;br /&gt;you are giving,&lt;br /&gt;willing to help&lt;br /&gt;you reach out.&lt;br /&gt;you carry excitement,&lt;br /&gt;enthusiasm for the truth&lt;br /&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;You pay attention to people&lt;br /&gt;You have insight.&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong desire&lt;br /&gt;I would&lt;br /&gt;love so much&lt;br /&gt;You do not hold back.&lt;br /&gt;You are very alive.&lt;br /&gt;You display it&lt;br /&gt;something I enjoy seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many details&lt;br /&gt;prayers that made me think&lt;br /&gt;that He was involved too.&lt;br /&gt;I think too much&lt;br /&gt;I torment myself&lt;br /&gt;with too much want.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t want to&lt;br /&gt;slow you down&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;that is what I would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;simply&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t&lt;br /&gt;do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you’d remain a Eunich&lt;br /&gt;I’d have&lt;br /&gt;to respect that.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don’t&lt;br /&gt;want to&lt;br /&gt;I have to&lt;br /&gt;respect that.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are&lt;br /&gt;afraid&lt;br /&gt;I have to&lt;br /&gt;respect that.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t&lt;br /&gt;force feed you or&lt;br /&gt;make you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;I will grow from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t doubt&lt;br /&gt;there would be&lt;br /&gt;struggles hardships&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;we’d figure it out&lt;br /&gt;laugh shortly after&lt;br /&gt;and think&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;that is the ideal way to&lt;br /&gt;handle struggles.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my laid back,&lt;br /&gt;don’t react to much stresses you out.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me,&lt;br /&gt;I do react.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never swept anybody&lt;br /&gt;off their feet&lt;br /&gt;so who knows&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;Armageddon will come sooner then that&lt;br /&gt;and after all&lt;br /&gt;our troubles are gone&lt;br /&gt;you will change&lt;br /&gt;your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you could&lt;br /&gt;never deal&lt;br /&gt;with my tears&lt;br /&gt;that come and go&lt;br /&gt;without an announcement.&lt;br /&gt;I meant what I said&lt;br /&gt;That thing about&lt;br /&gt;girl likes boy.&lt;br /&gt;In fact I’m crazy about you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to miss&lt;br /&gt;wanting you.&lt;br /&gt;I then need to think&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot more to learn.&lt;br /&gt;There is still a lot to learn.&lt;br /&gt;I need&lt;br /&gt;a depth of spirituality&lt;br /&gt;I have to&lt;br /&gt;grow deeper.&lt;br /&gt;I remember praying&lt;br /&gt;I will try,&lt;br /&gt;this won’t be easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;I fear never finding&lt;br /&gt;love in the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Never be&lt;br /&gt;touched again.&lt;br /&gt;I fear that.&lt;br /&gt;I anticipate feeling for someone&lt;br /&gt;someone that actually loves me a&lt;br /&gt;isn’t just killing time until&lt;br /&gt;something better comes along.&lt;br /&gt;I let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;But it’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you&lt;br /&gt;to take me seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you’d see me differently.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you do,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn’t change anything.&lt;br /&gt;I figured if&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly exist&lt;br /&gt;maybe I’ll suddenly exist&lt;br /&gt;in your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You show a passion.&lt;br /&gt;It drives you.&lt;br /&gt;I think you are dynamite&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to learn&lt;br /&gt;from you each day on how to be bold.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I felt&lt;br /&gt;a strong need to get back&lt;br /&gt;because instantly I started thinking about the&lt;br /&gt;I gave up what I really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t really care for the guy either,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a very good communicator.&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time&lt;br /&gt;expressing my feelings&lt;br /&gt;face to face.&lt;br /&gt;Sure I can write it down on paper,&lt;br /&gt;but to look someone in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;someone I want to be with,&lt;br /&gt;I 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