<?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-29057899</id><updated>2012-02-05T22:27:24.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever the Sounds of Echoing Voices</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;pull on a pair of cut-offs,&lt;br /&gt;and wrap a scarf around my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leave the towel on the floor-&lt;br /&gt;from my shower earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;gloss my lips with pink diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;perfection.&lt;br /&gt;look in the mirror once more,&lt;br /&gt;a quick double-take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leave the house-&lt;br /&gt;and these people that surround me.&lt;br /&gt;family, and some friends.&lt;br /&gt;and then, i get this crazy idea,&lt;br /&gt;to leave this&lt;br /&gt;town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i pack up my car-&lt;br /&gt;full to the windows.&lt;br /&gt;been parked too long in the same damn place.&lt;br /&gt;turn up the radio,&lt;br /&gt;and begin to&lt;br /&gt;drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far, far away.&lt;br /&gt;down the highway.&lt;br /&gt;past people&lt;br /&gt;heading in the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-6769691169291773299</id><published>2009-04-07T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:19:11.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am a terrible person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why things happen the way they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear "slut", "whore", doors slam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see myself, without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to understand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a terrible person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pretend nothing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel an aching in my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I touch the places you touched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worry that I will never see you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cry every moment alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a terrible person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand I hurt you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say "sorry", "forgive me".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream about never waking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try and forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you will remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a terrible person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6769691169291773299?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/6769691169291773299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=6769691169291773299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;losing you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes me want to lose it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will find you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you will wish you never went missing to begin with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6712143788250461593?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/6712143788250461593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=6712143788250461593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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forest will grow.&lt;br /&gt;and we will sail together,&lt;br /&gt;to where the wild things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time,&lt;br /&gt;we won't return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no,&lt;br /&gt;not tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-511126528755658649?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/511126528755658649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=511126528755658649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/511126528755658649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/511126528755658649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2009/03/max.html' title='Max,'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-3000569167958814300</id><published>2009-03-19T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:54:40.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>read to me</title><content type='html'>i miss the days,&lt;br /&gt;when you would read to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read me-&lt;br /&gt;and i would fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;and dream of the words-&lt;br /&gt;but mostly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just dream of your voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-3000569167958814300?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/3000569167958814300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=3000569167958814300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3000569167958814300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3000569167958814300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2009/03/read-to-me.html' title='read to me'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-7899830997598328242</id><published>2009-03-19T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:53:36.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>during the song (written 02. 14. 09.)</title><content type='html'>when you caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;during the song&lt;br /&gt;i thought, if for only a moment-&lt;br /&gt;that maybe,&lt;br /&gt;you were in love&lt;br /&gt;with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know,&lt;br /&gt;so silly,&lt;br /&gt;but maybe its not hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;i was caught in the moment of the music...&lt;br /&gt;the kids around me&lt;br /&gt;moving their bodies.&lt;br /&gt;corresponding parts of a whole moment.&lt;br /&gt;grabbing their loved one.&lt;br /&gt;getting lost in eachother's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;but i searched&lt;br /&gt;for your's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you couldn't hold me,&lt;br /&gt;but you sure held me in your gaze.&lt;br /&gt;and then later,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted you to keep your arms around me,&lt;br /&gt;"lets stay here. forever."&lt;br /&gt;and i wasn't asking for infidelity,&lt;br /&gt;i was just asking for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said i could be your "second Valentine"&lt;br /&gt;(i had never been anyone's "first").&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't want to give you the wrong impression,&lt;br /&gt;but i wanted to give you&lt;br /&gt;my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but i've never been so serious in my life).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-7899830997598328242?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-4718371587816179585</id><published>2009-03-19T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:50:26.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know you read my shit</title><content type='html'>sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;i like to pretend that when we were younger,&lt;br /&gt;you used to hold my hand on the playgroud&lt;br /&gt;(before you started to chase me)&lt;br /&gt;and that we shared our first kiss&lt;br /&gt;standing in the sand&lt;br /&gt;beneath the jungle-gym-&lt;br /&gt;beside the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know it never happened,&lt;br /&gt;but i like to think&lt;br /&gt;that sometime when we hang out now,&lt;br /&gt;you will suddenly remember those days on the playground&lt;br /&gt;(before you started to chase me)&lt;br /&gt;and that we will share our second kiss&lt;br /&gt;standing in your basement-&lt;br /&gt;beside your guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;i like to pretend&lt;br /&gt;that i didn't have to write so much,&lt;br /&gt;that you would just know how i feel without all these words&lt;br /&gt;and that you would take me to the playground&lt;br /&gt;(where you used to chase me)&lt;br /&gt;and you would hold me in your arms-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beside your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-4718371587816179585?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/4718371587816179585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=4718371587816179585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4718371587816179585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4718371587816179585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-you-read-my-shit.html' title='i know you read my shit'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-5529046634672837619</id><published>2009-03-19T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:48:27.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>march evenings fading away</title><content type='html'>go to an under-age, under-the-influence, under-the-radar, under-the-roof-of-the-fucking-quanset, under-esitmatedly OVER-RATED party,&lt;br /&gt;with the kids that you never talk to,&lt;br /&gt;the boys you're scared will rape you,&lt;br /&gt;the girls that completely hate you (and are so completely fake to you)&lt;br /&gt;and expect to have a good time, a grand time, a great time&lt;br /&gt;when your feet are fucking freezing and&lt;br /&gt;heart is barely beating (cuz the air that you keep breathing is filled with second-hand smoke?) not only that, but by the time you have arrived, some already need to be revived (and you barely had surrvived that first shot of tequila...)&lt;br /&gt;a car gets jacked from the yard, driven into the ditch by some punk-ass-bitch that thought he'd make a friendly joke of it.&lt;br /&gt;leave your open alcohol at your feet and pull over on an empty street, three tickets later make for a special treat.&lt;br /&gt;kiss the boy that you love (he does love you back)&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the night try to hold back the tears you've tried to fight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the good times,&lt;br /&gt;this is your night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-5529046634672837619?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/5529046634672837619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=5529046634672837619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/5529046634672837619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/5529046634672837619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-evenings-fading-away.html' title='march evenings fading away'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-5357654579215247222</id><published>2009-03-02T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:02:55.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you were two dimes short of a print job</title><content type='html'>i used to love&lt;br /&gt;when you would sit by me&lt;br /&gt;in a library&lt;br /&gt;full of strangers, i could barely make eye-contact with-&lt;br /&gt;even when you were a stranger too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember feeling&lt;br /&gt;so alone&lt;br /&gt;in a place&lt;br /&gt;full of meaningless romance, and cliche high school hook-ups and break-ups-&lt;br /&gt;yet, i wanted that with you... or at least the romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could never understand&lt;br /&gt;your obssession with the girl who would use you&lt;br /&gt;on a weekend&lt;br /&gt;full of endless drinking, endless lies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i never will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-5357654579215247222?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/5357654579215247222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=5357654579215247222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/5357654579215247222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/5357654579215247222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-were-two-dimes-short-of-print-job.html' title='you were two dimes short of a print job'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-6497954335009211254</id><published>2009-02-20T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:32:18.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dropping secrets</title><content type='html'>obscenities are flying forward from my mouth&lt;br /&gt;fuck it-&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a shit,&lt;br /&gt;and you aren't going to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it aint no surprise,&lt;br /&gt;but your jaw has dropped to the fucking floor-&lt;br /&gt;do remember when i used to drop like that-&lt;br /&gt;on my knees whispering secrets to the air?&lt;br /&gt;but i aint dropping tonight buddy.&lt;br /&gt;no,&lt;br /&gt;nothing but these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know-&lt;br /&gt;its kind of funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never whisper anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe,&lt;br /&gt;i never will again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6497954335009211254?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/6497954335009211254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=6497954335009211254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6497954335009211254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6497954335009211254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2009/02/dropping-secrets.html' title='dropping secrets'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-3600352955430820732</id><published>2008-10-21T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:37:07.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Heart Sleeps...</title><content type='html'>from couch to couch-&lt;br /&gt;sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;restlessness awakened with the alarm clock's screams&lt;br /&gt;another morning, another question:&lt;br /&gt;where will it be tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lumpy fouton&lt;br /&gt;and dirty clothes&lt;br /&gt;scattered across unfamilar rooms&lt;br /&gt;and as this heart tries to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;she screams;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because this heart&lt;br /&gt;wasn't meant to sleep&lt;br /&gt;on pull-out couches,&lt;br /&gt;forgotten basement bedroom floors-&lt;br /&gt;no,&lt;br /&gt;this heart was meant to sleep in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this heart&lt;br /&gt;wasn't meant to sleep&lt;br /&gt;on unkempt bunk-beds,&lt;br /&gt;forgotten backseat stains-&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;this heart was meant to sleep in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I&lt;br /&gt;wasn't meant to sleep&lt;br /&gt;on yoga-blown up-camping-musty-moldy-misshapen&lt;br /&gt;mattresses...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;broken-bereft-Bailey?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;because this heart&lt;br /&gt;needs&lt;br /&gt;to sleep in your heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(At least, tonight.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-3600352955430820732?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/3600352955430820732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=3600352955430820732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3600352955430820732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3600352955430820732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-heart-sleeps.html' title='This Heart Sleeps...'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-198880442941412725</id><published>2008-09-04T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:04:28.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>face-down</title><content type='html'>face-down you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flat onto my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart exposed through the tear in your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears exposed through the ocean in your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face-down you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flat onto my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and feet-first into my&lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-198880442941412725?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/198880442941412725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=198880442941412725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/198880442941412725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/198880442941412725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/09/face-down.html' title='face-down'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-1861647344213107628</id><published>2008-08-26T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:13:41.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for the child within you.</title><content type='html'>drop-&lt;br /&gt;           kicked&lt;br /&gt;to the hand&lt;br /&gt;(and heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     i jump&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;with startled ,&lt;br /&gt;       unsuspecting, &lt;br /&gt;                            shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was it...?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something inside me&lt;br /&gt;                                               (and you)&lt;br /&gt;    that i have never experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complete.    &lt;br /&gt;overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tear&lt;br /&gt;            falls.&lt;br /&gt;       (and then another)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music rises within my throat-&lt;br /&gt;a note, a melody, and yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are no words to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the S   T    R    E     T    C   H   E   D  skin surface-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a world that neither you, nor I,&lt;br /&gt;could ever remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Atlantis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lost city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A submerged treasure.     (that you don't have to look to find)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving me a gift-&lt;br /&gt;that could never compare to the gift within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank-you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-1861647344213107628?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/1861647344213107628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=1861647344213107628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/1861647344213107628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/1861647344213107628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-child-within-you.html' title='for the child within you.'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-3154807510247261551</id><published>2008-08-25T01:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:21:54.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-3154807510247261551?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/3154807510247261551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=3154807510247261551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3154807510247261551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3154807510247261551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-really-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-7814796008853759125</id><published>2008-08-10T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:05:33.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hero Found</title><content type='html'>you had fallen into the darkness&lt;br /&gt;before the night had even come&lt;br /&gt;and you fell apart so easily&lt;br /&gt;before you came undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you broke beneath the weight&lt;br /&gt;of the wings you tried to spread&lt;br /&gt;and you never could understand&lt;br /&gt;the words that were being said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we can't all be Heroes&lt;br /&gt;despite how hard we try&lt;br /&gt;and we will never know the truth&lt;br /&gt;if we can't find the lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you took the broken glass&lt;br /&gt;that had shattered in the sky&lt;br /&gt;put it beneath your pillow&lt;br /&gt;before the dreams arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made your broken heartache&lt;br /&gt;disappear without a trace&lt;br /&gt;and took the spoiled bride&lt;br /&gt;and held her tight in your embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can't be a Hero&lt;br /&gt;despite how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;and you will never know the truth&lt;br /&gt;if you can't find the lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you heard the scattered sounds&lt;br /&gt;of the music in the air&lt;br /&gt;and played your bass of passion&lt;br /&gt;hitting each note with care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you discovered a sincere love&lt;br /&gt;of one you'd never known before&lt;br /&gt;and tried to find a key&lt;br /&gt;to open up the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a stranger in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;a friend beneath the trees&lt;br /&gt;a love between the stars&lt;br /&gt;a hand stretched out in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you have become my Hero&lt;br /&gt;and you didn't have to try&lt;br /&gt;and i don't yet know the truth&lt;br /&gt;but it can't be hard to find&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-7814796008853759125?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/7814796008853759125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=7814796008853759125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/7814796008853759125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/7814796008853759125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/08/hero-found.html' title='A Hero Found'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-7690645430977618343</id><published>2008-06-11T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:54:40.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Incredible"</title><content type='html'>you speak your words deliberately-&lt;br /&gt;honestly-&lt;br /&gt;endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;a multitude of praises-&lt;br /&gt;pouring from your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you flash your smile wordlessly-&lt;br /&gt;perfectly-&lt;br /&gt;playfully.&lt;br /&gt;a vastness of loyalty-&lt;br /&gt;white and unstained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you nod your head knowingly-&lt;br /&gt;consciously-&lt;br /&gt;willfully.&lt;br /&gt;an unwavering magnitude-&lt;br /&gt;of understanding with no judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you take my heart carefully-&lt;br /&gt;kindly-&lt;br /&gt;friendfully.&lt;br /&gt;a complete love extended-&lt;br /&gt;and I can't understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why you think its me that is "incredible"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-7690645430977618343?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/7690645430977618343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=7690645430977618343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/7690645430977618343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/7690645430977618343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/06/incredible.html' title='&quot;Incredible&quot;'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-1168041741984300747</id><published>2008-06-10T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:23:55.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds like Love (Looks like Rain)</title><content type='html'>pierced through the heart&lt;br /&gt;(and lip)&lt;br /&gt;I mutter sentences under my breath&lt;br /&gt;(hoping that you will hear)&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but notice that you were looking the other way&lt;br /&gt;(out the window, across the street)&lt;br /&gt;not hearing a word I said&lt;br /&gt;(forget it)&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"&lt;br /&gt;("what's that?" you casually reply)&lt;br /&gt;"Elephant shoe"&lt;br /&gt;(I lie...)&lt;br /&gt;not flinching in my direction, you nod.&lt;br /&gt;("Indeed, it does look like rain.")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-1168041741984300747?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/1168041741984300747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=1168041741984300747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/1168041741984300747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/1168041741984300747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/06/sounds-like-love-looks-like-rain.html' title='Sounds like Love (Looks like Rain)'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-8959255340112382486</id><published>2008-06-09T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:32:34.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for the one whom the rain falls for</title><content type='html'>the rain won't stop falling-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing a song-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it dances upon the window pane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the steam swirls and kisses your face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gourmet coffee in hand-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you whisper into the cup to stop the burning pain on lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the waves won't stop crashing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screaming a truth-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the rocks engulf them in their lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music rises in the air-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love in your hands-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voice breaks through the walls you can't seem to scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pounding of hearts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painting a picture-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of colors never seen or thought of before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most pleasant of days-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those that rain-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seem to hold your hand through the storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-8959255340112382486?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/8959255340112382486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=8959255340112382486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8959255340112382486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8959255340112382486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-one-whom-rain-falls-for.html' title='for the one whom the rain falls for'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-6557884969455825849</id><published>2008-06-05T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:44:24.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dandelion Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;In the sun you dance and sway-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;Your heart is in this field.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;Twirling skirt and flowing blouse-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;Bare feet upon the grass.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The wind is playing with your hair-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;He sings for you a song.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;Melody rises to the sky-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;Catching butterfly wings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold your hand- you’ll laugh aloud-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;Beauty conveyed through your eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;Grab my heart- I won’t say a word-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;Your smile makes the clouds disappear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me, please stay awhile-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;We’ll run and we’ll never look back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;Stop to rest upon the ground-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;I’ll blow you a dandelion kiss.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6557884969455825849?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/6557884969455825849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=6557884969455825849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6557884969455825849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6557884969455825849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/06/dandelion-kisses.html' title='Dandelion Kisses'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-5318955971297230715</id><published>2008-05-19T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:51:55.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Morning</title><content type='html'>Dear City Streets,&lt;br /&gt;you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Silent,&lt;br /&gt;but I know-&lt;br /&gt;That in the mo(u)rning,&lt;br /&gt;you will wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all dreams will fade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-5318955971297230715?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/5318955971297230715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=5318955971297230715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/5318955971297230715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/5318955971297230715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-morning.html' title='In the Morning'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-437537937997936198</id><published>2008-05-15T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:16:48.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers</title><content type='html'>Let's raise our glasses to poisoned drinks-&lt;br /&gt;to too many lonely nights spent with the wrong someone-&lt;br /&gt;to a heart filled with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lust&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;rather than &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and the stupidity enough not to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's raise our voices to broken vows-&lt;br /&gt;to too many promises to even remember to be kept-&lt;br /&gt;to a mind filled with memories unable to relive-&lt;br /&gt;and the decency not to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's raise our fists to being young-&lt;br /&gt;to too many parties and too little time-&lt;br /&gt;to a body filled with substances unknown-&lt;br /&gt;and the excitement of never knowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-437537937997936198?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/437537937997936198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=437537937997936198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/437537937997936198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/437537937997936198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/05/cheers.html' title='Cheers'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-3225588229379841475</id><published>2008-05-11T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:43:36.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Me a Song (and kiss me with tongue)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;twirl and spin singing "Brown Eyed Girl" to hazel eyes-&lt;br /&gt;hands intertwined as we walk along the river.&lt;br /&gt;laugh and decide that now is the time-&lt;br /&gt;a gentle kiss with too much teeth&lt;br /&gt;(romance meets true intentions)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;the alcohol burns in throat-&lt;br /&gt;and so does the touch of fingertips on bare skin.&lt;br /&gt;you'll trace my face and I'll trace your heart-&lt;br /&gt;I was never one to fall victim to the pressures of the world&lt;br /&gt;(or the weaknesses of the flesh)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;clothes flung sheepishly to the floor-&lt;br /&gt;pressed lips upon the tattoo exposed on your right shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;morals and values pushed beneath the seat-&lt;br /&gt;bodies collide and insecurities emerge&lt;br /&gt;(I’m afraid to be afraid) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;but baby you need to take risks-&lt;br /&gt;and there's a first time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;mouth is dry- salivate with someone else's passion-&lt;br /&gt;baring your skin to the moon&lt;br /&gt;(and your heart to the darkness)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;body sore from the worship of our backseat shrine-&lt;br /&gt;you pay with flesh your parking pass.&lt;br /&gt;you'll take off your pants- or you'll take off-&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know if I want you to go.&lt;br /&gt;(or even stay...)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;a name I can't pronounce-&lt;br /&gt;and maybe won't even remember.&lt;br /&gt;yet you've got your name and hands all over me-&lt;br /&gt;and each touch draws me in&lt;br /&gt;(but you aren't getting that close)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;it was supposed to be different... slower, safe-&lt;br /&gt;but it’s all the same... fast and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;and you may have lied about how you felt-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;(but I lied about my age)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-3225588229379841475?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/3225588229379841475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=3225588229379841475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3225588229379841475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3225588229379841475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/05/sing-me-song-and-kiss-me-with-tongue.html' title='Sing Me a Song (and kiss me with tongue)'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-2025990973935832358</id><published>2008-04-27T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:49:50.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling for a Devil's Heart</title><content type='html'>I held hands with the devil&lt;br /&gt;as I drank up his lies-&lt;br /&gt;then gave him a kiss&lt;br /&gt;as we said our goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled as we parted&lt;br /&gt;and I cried in the dark-&lt;br /&gt;lonely again,&lt;br /&gt;after he left his mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whispered to the devil&lt;br /&gt;as I shared with him my soul-&lt;br /&gt;then gave him a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;and my lips burned like coal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed as we parted&lt;br /&gt;and I cried in the street-&lt;br /&gt;hurting again,&lt;br /&gt;still incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced with the devil&lt;br /&gt;as we spun round and round-&lt;br /&gt;then gave him a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;soft without sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He smiled as we parted&lt;br /&gt;and I cried on the dance floor-&lt;br /&gt;broken again,&lt;br /&gt;like many times before.&lt;/p&gt;I woke up to the devil&lt;br /&gt;as I pulled up the sheets-&lt;br /&gt;then gave him a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;with my lips of defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled as we parted&lt;br /&gt;and I cried upon the bed-&lt;br /&gt;stained again,&lt;br /&gt;and innocence shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made way for the devil&lt;br /&gt;as my life fell apart-&lt;br /&gt;and clutched to the offer,&lt;br /&gt;of him "fixing" my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled as we parted&lt;br /&gt;and I cried upon the pews-&lt;br /&gt;praying to God,&lt;br /&gt;for forgiveness renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried out to my King&lt;br /&gt;as I so often do-&lt;br /&gt;when things are so broken,&lt;br /&gt;and I can't make it through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-2025990973935832358?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/2025990973935832358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=2025990973935832358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/2025990973935832358'/><link rel='self' 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tears forever at the seams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-8611903084743300257?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/8611903084743300257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=8611903084743300257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8611903084743300257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8611903084743300257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/04/simple-as-it-may-be.html' title='simple as it may be'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-2462817087467687971</id><published>2008-04-08T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:22:06.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a rose doesn't make this heart beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;had you given me a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;dandelion&lt;/span&gt; instead,&lt;br /&gt;it would have easily sufficed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-2462817087467687971?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/2462817087467687971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=2462817087467687971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/2462817087467687971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/2462817087467687971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/04/had-you-given-me-dandelion-instead-it.html' title='a rose doesn&apos;t make this heart beat'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-1116903651049675616</id><published>2008-03-27T23:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:27:48.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrical Love [For Joshua Mutafya- RIP]</title><content type='html'>the rhyme is the place- where we can begin to trace- and even grace- the sweet embrace- of your being//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its that feeling inside- where we can no longer hide- the need to reisde by your side- and it's freeing//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give and you take- you make and you break- close eyes and awake- now we're seeing//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that his life was your's-  and his heart it soars- through windows and doors- through the ceilings//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though he's gone- his memory lives on- bold and strong- he belongs- in the place&lt;br /&gt;we are seeking//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he's home with you- and this we know is true- that each day anew- problems we come to- we will get through- unyielding//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold his hand Oh Lord- may our hearts be restored- and your peace be poured- into healing//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-1116903651049675616?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/1116903651049675616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=1116903651049675616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/1116903651049675616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/1116903651049675616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/03/lyrical-love-for-joshua-mutafya-rip.html' title='Lyrical Love [For Joshua Mutafya- RIP]'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-8793591520828246840</id><published>2008-03-27T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:34:28.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Forever" is Past Tense</title><content type='html'>and there's no way we're turning back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-8793591520828246840?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/8793591520828246840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=8793591520828246840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8793591520828246840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8793591520828246840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/03/forever-is-past-tense_27.html' title='&quot;Forever&quot; is Past Tense'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-6989845771274265249</id><published>2008-03-26T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:10:35.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder</title><content type='html'>Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen your face around here lately-&lt;br /&gt;haven't felt the callouses on your hands-&lt;br /&gt;the gentleness of your fingertips interlinked with my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard your voice around here lately-&lt;br /&gt;haven't felt the soft song in your voice ringing in my ears-&lt;br /&gt;the calmness of your words floating through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't missed you as much as now-&lt;br /&gt;haven't needed to know your heart-&lt;br /&gt;the honesty that you never hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been-&lt;br /&gt;or more importantly-&lt;br /&gt;where are you now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6989845771274265249?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/6989845771274265249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=6989845771274265249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6989845771274265249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6989845771274265249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/03/wonder.html' title='Wonder'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-600754591453034125</id><published>2008-03-19T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T18:43:43.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The gentleman Of Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Your pants are hanging off your ass&lt;br /&gt;You walk with thug-like grace&lt;br /&gt;Your bling hanging around your neck-&lt;br /&gt;And your crooked hat upon your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-Unit would be so proud&lt;br /&gt;Your free-flowing rhymes swiftly leaving your lips&lt;br /&gt;You've mastered the art-&lt;br /&gt;And your car sounds dope too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your "dont-give-a-fuck" attitude is amusing&lt;br /&gt;I heard you were shot nine times&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are worse things that could happen-&lt;br /&gt;You could have crashed your Escalade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got caught with a minor?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, that's got to be rough&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know... they look so much older these days-&lt;br /&gt;But hey, what can ya do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your girlfriend doesn't like your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Well, drop that bitch like its hot yo&lt;br /&gt;Bros before Hoes man-&lt;br /&gt;Fo real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ma bounce though mang&lt;br /&gt;Catch y'all later&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow we'll scout out some shorties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least get some take-out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-600754591453034125?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/600754591453034125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=600754591453034125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/600754591453034125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/600754591453034125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/03/gentleman-of-tomorrow.html' title='The gentleman Of Tomorrow'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-8975193762090901771</id><published>2008-03-18T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:41:46.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Synonym of Disregard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Abandon the typical feeling for tomorrow-&lt;br /&gt;the words that come so easily to you as you throw them out without so much as flinching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandon the ordinary responses-&lt;br /&gt;the explanations you conjure up in your head without so much as a true thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandon the conventional morals-&lt;br /&gt;the reasons you try to justify for being the self-righteous bitch that you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandon me-&lt;br /&gt;the logical solution to an illogical problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandon the only one you've never been true to-&lt;br /&gt;Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-8975193762090901771?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/8975193762090901771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=8975193762090901771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8975193762090901771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8975193762090901771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/03/synonym-of-disregard.html' title='The Synonym of Disregard'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-7112307699785040223</id><published>2008-03-14T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:34:17.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ultimately, this is for you.</title><content type='html'>I've never written you a poem&lt;br /&gt;[but you're often in my thoughts]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a song so often drifts to my lips&lt;br /&gt;[that you will probably never hear]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say to you&lt;br /&gt;[but the words are on the tip of my tongue]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my smile wants to escape and touch yours&lt;br /&gt;[wants to dance across your face]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been broken so many times&lt;br /&gt;[and it scares me that you may see]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've tried to start all over&lt;br /&gt;[but I'm always in so deep]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never intended to fall for you&lt;br /&gt;[but I really hoped for you to catch me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;[did]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-7112307699785040223?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/7112307699785040223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=7112307699785040223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/7112307699785040223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/7112307699785040223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/03/ultimately-this-is-for-you.html' title='ultimately, this is for you.'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-2320636699691114406</id><published>2008-03-13T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:36:06.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the song plays</title><content type='html'>i've gotten into the habit&lt;br /&gt;of playing the song over again&lt;br /&gt;the words racing through my mind&lt;br /&gt;the notes rising in my throat&lt;br /&gt;that familiar sound &lt;br /&gt;as the bass picks at my heart&lt;br /&gt;castanets clicking as my feet begin to move&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to meet &lt;br /&gt;the boy with the coin&lt;br /&gt;and fall in love&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Iron and Wine's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy With a Coin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-2320636699691114406?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/2320636699691114406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=2320636699691114406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/2320636699691114406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/2320636699691114406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/03/song-plays.html' title='the song plays'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-4007825221524481332</id><published>2008-03-11T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:53:24.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a heart in hand and an open sunroof</title><content type='html'>hit the road &lt;br /&gt;on a winter's day&lt;br /&gt;never felt this cold before&lt;br /&gt;but its not just outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's any consolation &lt;br /&gt;you weren't the first&lt;br /&gt;hands are numb&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of you &lt;br /&gt;words cannot suffice&lt;br /&gt;the reflection in the mirror- illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove past the memories&lt;br /&gt;right through the stop sign&lt;br /&gt;onto hell's highway&lt;br /&gt;drop off the evidence &lt;br /&gt;that we were ever in heaven&lt;br /&gt;but you'll never meet me there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-4007825221524481332?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/4007825221524481332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-9196239198304279316</id><published>2008-03-11T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:36:13.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Honest Staite</title><content type='html'>in a staite (state) of complete honesty&lt;br /&gt;as he sings about a German Dwarf&lt;br /&gt;dancing with the Butcher's Son&lt;br /&gt;the hand reaching far into the clouds&lt;br /&gt;my favorite tee that he wears not nearly enough&lt;br /&gt;he's a friend &lt;br /&gt;because there really are no others (at least not yet)&lt;br /&gt;that care to sit at my side&lt;br /&gt;and make me want to care &lt;br /&gt;I haven't asked to be let in&lt;br /&gt;but the screen door is blowing open in the wind&lt;br /&gt;and I'm thinking that maybe&lt;br /&gt;I might perhaps&lt;br /&gt;knock.&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-1576786388216883729</id><published>2008-03-02T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:07:21.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the lips of the fallen</title><content type='html'>Fuck, I saw Drama tonight.&lt;br /&gt;[and her name is Liz]&lt;br /&gt;Adultery at its finest-&lt;br /&gt;raw, pure-&lt;br /&gt;and uncensored.&lt;br /&gt;Rolling off her perfect tongue-&lt;br /&gt;her red lips that cause me to stumble-&lt;br /&gt;deception.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, man.&lt;br /&gt;[you really have no idea]&lt;br /&gt;Passionate as she may be-&lt;br /&gt;the look she throws me from beneath the sheets-&lt;br /&gt;repulsive.&lt;br /&gt;I can't ever seem to capture it.&lt;br /&gt;[yet she needs no explanation]&lt;br /&gt;Desolate and uncertain-&lt;br /&gt;I search for the certainty that comes with her personality-&lt;br /&gt;and she never seems to disappoint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-1576786388216883729?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/1576786388216883729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=1576786388216883729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/1576786388216883729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/1576786388216883729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-lips-of-fallen.html' title='from the lips of the fallen'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-788241172259652092</id><published>2008-01-30T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:48:17.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uninspired I write this to you</title><content type='html'>Uninspired I write this to you&lt;br /&gt;a lyrical love at its best&lt;br /&gt;an outstretched rhyme, an outstretched heart&lt;br /&gt;getting this off my chest&lt;br /&gt;Uninspired I write this to you&lt;br /&gt;unable to tell you these things&lt;br /&gt;a medly off my tongue, straight from my lips&lt;br /&gt;unsure of what it will bring&lt;br /&gt;Uninspired I write this to you&lt;br /&gt;certain of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;a flowing of words, a mixed diallect&lt;br /&gt;as honest as I can be&lt;br /&gt;Unispired I write this to you&lt;br /&gt;but this could be it my friend&lt;br /&gt;for (un)inspiration never lasts&lt;br /&gt;and this is now the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-788241172259652092?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/788241172259652092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=788241172259652092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;you're playing me a song&lt;br /&gt;an Argentinian Waltz at its finest&lt;br /&gt;your own rendition of a Pink Floyd Classic&lt;br /&gt;somewhere where I'm not&lt;br /&gt;you're laughing harder than ever&lt;br /&gt;another excellent story &lt;br /&gt;another silly roommate&lt;br /&gt;somewhere where I'm not&lt;br /&gt;you're listening to a lecture&lt;br /&gt;about "back when I was your age"&lt;br /&gt;and "a nice Jewish girl"&lt;br /&gt;somewhere where I'm not&lt;br /&gt;you'll be walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;wishing for different circumstances&lt;br /&gt;while I'm walking down a hall&lt;br /&gt;wishing I was somewhere where you were too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-8672763630310691873?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/8672763630310691873/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-1136428423450268818</id><published>2008-01-04T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:22:08.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh... *ka-dunk, ka-dunk!*</title><content type='html'>this is the sound of my heartbeating next to yours...&lt;br /&gt;an echo through the sounds of time...&lt;br /&gt;one beat, another... &lt;br /&gt;silence all around, except...&lt;br /&gt;this one sound: "Ka-dunk. Ka-dunk." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;there is a quick pause...&lt;br /&gt;it skipped a beat...&lt;br /&gt;the "ka-dunk, ka-dunking" is now double timing...&lt;br /&gt;i feel the air in my lungs retreating...&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel...&lt;br /&gt;breathless.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i see something through those eyes of yours...&lt;br /&gt;and the smile curling on your lips...&lt;br /&gt;a sparkling smile, and i feel...&lt;br /&gt;it was meant for me alone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;there was once a time i was un-afraid to speak my mind around you...&lt;br /&gt;and now...&lt;br /&gt;i am.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;for i know that my mind holds many thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of you...&lt;br /&gt;of me...&lt;br /&gt;and... &lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you're willing to hear them yet...&lt;br /&gt;but soon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;this one glimpse of my mind...&lt;br /&gt;i...&lt;br /&gt;love...&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-3651915642556132304</id><published>2008-01-04T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:21:25.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go back [for my dad]</title><content type='html'>Let's go back to the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;back to the very start.&lt;br /&gt;back when you were a father,&lt;br /&gt;when you held me close in your arms.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to early childhood,&lt;br /&gt;when you would take us to the park.&lt;br /&gt;when you'd play frisbee with us outside,&lt;br /&gt;when you'd make us un-afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to when you told stories,&lt;br /&gt;made Kraft Dinner for us at noon.&lt;br /&gt;back when you took an interest,&lt;br /&gt;and we had a connection to you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to my first performance,&lt;br /&gt;that you couldn't make it to.&lt;br /&gt;back to the good old days,&lt;br /&gt;when we felt so close to you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to Saturday mornings,&lt;br /&gt;when you'd take us to the driving range.&lt;br /&gt;back when we still knew you,&lt;br /&gt;before being around you was strange.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to my baptism,&lt;br /&gt;and the Christmas play at youth.&lt;br /&gt;back when the words we spoke weren't lies,&lt;br /&gt;when we were still telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to my learners,&lt;br /&gt;to the very first boy i liked.&lt;br /&gt;back to when i needed your approval,&lt;br /&gt;but you were nowhere in sight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;to the holiday you always missed.&lt;br /&gt;to the cards that weren't in the mail,&lt;br /&gt;and the un-sent Christmas gifts.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to understanding,&lt;br /&gt;to where you can explain,&lt;br /&gt;the exscuses you had for these things you missed,&lt;br /&gt;that caused me so much pain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to the memories,&lt;br /&gt;before they fade into black.&lt;br /&gt;I want to start over again,&lt;br /&gt;but there's no way that we can go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-3651915642556132304?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/3651915642556132304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=3651915642556132304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>she took me home, &lt;br /&gt;i was her little bundle of joy. &lt;br /&gt;to my toddler brother looking up, &lt;br /&gt;i was nothing more than a toy. &lt;br /&gt;she held me to her chest, &lt;br /&gt;sang to me sweet notes. &lt;br /&gt;bought for me cute outfits, &lt;br /&gt;little dresses and over-coats. &lt;br /&gt;she blew raspberries on my tummy, &lt;br /&gt;made me giggle and smile. &lt;br /&gt;she paraded me around, &lt;br /&gt;i was her darling little child. &lt;br /&gt;i was her little girl, &lt;br /&gt;and we did many mother-daughter things. &lt;br /&gt;but as we both grew older, &lt;br /&gt;we no longer swung on swings. &lt;br /&gt;we started to fight, &lt;br /&gt;curse, scream and yell. &lt;br /&gt;and to put it quite bluntly, &lt;br /&gt;living together was hell. &lt;br /&gt;She wanted her way, &lt;br /&gt;And I wanted mine. &lt;br /&gt;She told me this, &lt;br /&gt;Which to me wasn’t fine. &lt;br /&gt;She had her ideas, &lt;br /&gt;Opinions and views. &lt;br /&gt;And I had my own, &lt;br /&gt;Some different values. &lt;br /&gt;I made her angry, &lt;br /&gt;When I would disobey. &lt;br /&gt;And she made me angry, &lt;br /&gt;When she tried to get in the way. &lt;br /&gt;Bringing home “friends”, &lt;br /&gt;Was annoying as hell. &lt;br /&gt;But even with the few I didn’t mind, &lt;br /&gt;It was still very hard to tell. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted time with my mother, &lt;br /&gt;Not her and her lame boyfriends. &lt;br /&gt;But maybe I didn’t let her know that, &lt;br /&gt;And therefore the less time we would spend. &lt;br /&gt;And maybe I didn’t communicate well, &lt;br /&gt;That I wanted to tell her some stuff. &lt;br /&gt;But the communication lines were severed, &lt;br /&gt;And to repair them would be tough. &lt;br /&gt;The first guy I liked, the first one I loved, &lt;br /&gt;She would never know. &lt;br /&gt;Because I didn’t tell her anything, &lt;br /&gt;And I assumed she didn’t really want to know. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell her I was angry, &lt;br /&gt;About the way I was forced to be strong. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe she didn’t realize, &lt;br /&gt;That I felt she was parenting wrong. &lt;br /&gt;I think it was hardest for me without dad, &lt;br /&gt;But for her, I held it all in. &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want her to see all my hurting, &lt;br /&gt;And exactly how much I missed him. &lt;br /&gt;And it was hardest for me with her, &lt;br /&gt;Because I was exploding inside. &lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t tell her my feelings, &lt;br /&gt;From her I tried to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[to be continued]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6786851528860428557?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/6786851528860428557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-4967514411668089847</id><published>2008-01-04T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:18:44.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>laundry detergent and thoughts of you</title><content type='html'>laundry detergent and thoughts of you,&lt;br /&gt;are the things that come to mind,&lt;br /&gt;when i am asked to think of a few great things,&lt;br /&gt;that are sometimes hard to find.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;its hard to find good laundry detergent,&lt;br /&gt;that gets out terrible stains,&lt;br /&gt;and its even harder to find someone as great as you,&lt;br /&gt;that can erase some terrible pains.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and laundy detergent and thoughts of you,&lt;br /&gt;are two, very similar things.&lt;br /&gt;you see, the smell of laundry detergent,&lt;br /&gt;can remind me of the scent you bring.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and thoughts of you, are what i think,&lt;br /&gt;when i search for laundry detergent.&lt;br /&gt;because i want to smell the best for you,&lt;br /&gt;and believe me, that issue is urgent.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;laundry detergent and thoughts of you,&lt;br /&gt;simply go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;and we can't have one without the other,&lt;br /&gt;i hope that you understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-4967514411668089847?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/4967514411668089847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=4967514411668089847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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smile and pat my back, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the one stabbing the knife in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;you shake my hand and say sweet words, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you break my fingers, and under your breath you swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that i want this to end? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I want to love you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I only have 3 words to say; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are forgiven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-8848291519201709050?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/8848291519201709050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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frustrated,&lt;br /&gt;you had your own problems, and although you pretended to care,&lt;br /&gt;it was clear that my own weren't worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;but my pillow?&lt;br /&gt;he endured my anger, my fists' pounding unyielding.&lt;br /&gt;my pillow never lies, but my pillow always cares.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it was no longer your shoulder i went to for comfort,&lt;br /&gt;but rather the comfort of my own pillow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;he knows me like no other.&lt;br /&gt;he knows my scent,&lt;br /&gt;and the taste of my tears.&lt;br /&gt;he holds safe my letters and secrets,&lt;br /&gt;and he knows just where i like to lay my head.&lt;br /&gt;unlike you he holds his tounge to false words,&lt;br /&gt;and never leads one to believe something untrue.&lt;br /&gt;are you like that?&lt;br /&gt;i think not...&lt;br /&gt;my pillow never lies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my pillow could never break my heart or hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;we've been through far too much.&lt;br /&gt;instead, he holds my heart and helps me to heal. &lt;br /&gt;and what i love most, the thing that comforts me above all else,&lt;br /&gt;is simply that my pillow is so different than you, so unique.&lt;br /&gt;hes so unlike you in every way, and more importantly...&lt;br /&gt;my pillow never lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-1461989353517866178?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/1461989353517866178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=1461989353517866178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/1461989353517866178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;maybe not cold... but small. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i moved him with my finger... no twitching or moving like usual.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;dead.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;gone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;like so many other things in life, you can't take it with you to heaven...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;don't cry. he was only with us for a few days... you shouldn't be attatched... say it now...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Good-bye Despereaux... Good-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-4382903535061557933?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/4382903535061557933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=4382903535061557933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4382903535061557933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4382903535061557933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/01/despereaux-is-dead.html' title='Despereaux is 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&lt;br /&gt;I used to speak of Your Glory, &lt;br /&gt;and the happiness You would bring. &lt;br /&gt;I used to be upset, &lt;br /&gt;when they used Your name in vain. &lt;br /&gt;But now i sit there quiet, &lt;br /&gt;and i don't speak of my pain. &lt;br /&gt;I now sit in the Darkness, &lt;br /&gt;with demons by my side. &lt;br /&gt;I can hear You calling me back to You, &lt;br /&gt;but from Your calls i hide. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think you can forgive me, &lt;br /&gt;because i've done so much wrong. &lt;br /&gt;And i think that where your glory dwells, &lt;br /&gt;there too, i won't belong. &lt;br /&gt;these are the lies they tell me. &lt;br /&gt;they think i won't recall, &lt;br /&gt;About the Father's love for me, &lt;br /&gt;and that He'll catch me as i fall. &lt;br /&gt;So i try to cast away those demons, &lt;br /&gt;and they hold on to me so tight! &lt;br /&gt;but my blindfold has quickly been removed, &lt;br /&gt;and i can now see the Light! &lt;br /&gt;So Lord, I am sorry, &lt;br /&gt;Sorry I left Your arms. &lt;br /&gt;I know that you'll always protect me, &lt;br /&gt;From the things that bring me harm. &lt;br /&gt;And when temptation snatches me, &lt;br /&gt;removes me from whats true, &lt;br /&gt;You will be there to whisper in my ear, &lt;br /&gt;that i can always come back to You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-7104406734571889716?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/7104406734571889716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=7104406734571889716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/7104406734571889716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;and the struggles to go through.&lt;br /&gt;the grades, the classes, the teachers,&lt;br /&gt;and the importance of being cool.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and then there was recess,&lt;br /&gt;the playtime on monkey bars.&lt;br /&gt;and then in later years,&lt;br /&gt;the concern about driving cars.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and then there was love,&lt;br /&gt;and that feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;as they shared every secret, &lt;br /&gt;they had nothing to hide.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and then there was heart-ache,&lt;br /&gt;a burning sadness all around.&lt;br /&gt;they cried on eachother's shoulder's,&lt;br /&gt;their friendship stood its ground.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and then there was laughter, &lt;br /&gt;the kind that makes you burst.&lt;br /&gt;and then there was the kind that made you cry, (or pee)&lt;br /&gt;it was both the best and the worst.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and then there was rebellion,&lt;br /&gt;disobeying each command.&lt;br /&gt;they said they hated their parents,&lt;br /&gt;they just wish they would understand.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and then there was friendship,&lt;br /&gt;the kind you just can't bend.&lt;br /&gt;the friendship that through good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;will last until the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-1398226858061418200?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/1398226858061418200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=1398226858061418200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/1398226858061418200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/1398226858061418200'/><link 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/&gt;and i wonder what he sees through those eyes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;he sits there, &lt;br /&gt;and i sit 2 rows beside.&lt;br /&gt;he sits there,&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder if he thinks i'm annoying.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;he sits there,&lt;br /&gt;and he drums on his desk top.&lt;br /&gt;he sits there, &lt;br /&gt;and i wonder what music is on his mind.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;he sits there,&lt;br /&gt;and he says nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;he sits there,&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder if he wants to say something to break the silence.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;he sits there,&lt;br /&gt;and he glances over to me.&lt;br /&gt;he sits there,&lt;br /&gt;and i smile.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;he sits there,&lt;br /&gt;this boy i don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;he sits there, &lt;br /&gt;and i wonder what hes really like.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;is he the quiet, tortured soul, artistic kind?&lt;br /&gt;or the one who is a goofball in class?&lt;br /&gt;is he the boistrous, outspoken, shallow kind?&lt;br /&gt;or the one who listens, responds and cares?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;he then goes home, and sits there.&lt;br /&gt;and talks to me on msn.&lt;br /&gt;he sits there,&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, i am beginning to know him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;he sits there,&lt;br /&gt;and we "lol" and "jk" to eachother.&lt;br /&gt;i sit here,&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly its all becoming clear.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;he sits there,&lt;br /&gt;and i've discovered,&lt;br /&gt;my new mysterious friend of music.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;he sits there.&lt;br /&gt;i sit here.&lt;br /&gt;and i find,&lt;br /&gt;that this mysterious friend of music,&lt;br /&gt;is not such a mystery after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-5125885999259053797?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-903204512587771163</id><published>2008-01-04T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:12:32.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prince</title><content type='html'>So i have found this Prince of mine,&lt;br /&gt;A Mighty one is he.&lt;br /&gt;A lovable thing about him,&lt;br /&gt;is simply that he loves me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel so warm inside,&lt;br /&gt;yet how hard is that to believe?&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i let him in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;he vowed to never leave.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Amazing is this Prince of mine,&lt;br /&gt;He's knows my thoughts, my fears.&lt;br /&gt;His gentle arms around me,&lt;br /&gt;He's there to dry my tears.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;His love grows upon the ground,&lt;br /&gt;with the flowers in the Spring.&lt;br /&gt;And when the colder weather comes,&lt;br /&gt;Its the Winter Wonderland he brings.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With the world as his canvas,&lt;br /&gt;he shares a painting with you and I.&lt;br /&gt;By every evening he creates,&lt;br /&gt;A masterpiece in the Sky.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So you see My Prince is wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;and everything i say is true.&lt;br /&gt;And if you asked of him at anytime,&lt;br /&gt;He could gladly be your Prince too. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My Prince shows kindness, happiness and love,&lt;br /&gt;and then of course his Mercy.&lt;br /&gt;For did you know that he himself,&lt;br /&gt;Laid down his life for you and me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-903204512587771163?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/903204512587771163/comments/default' 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/&gt;and its hard for me to take.&lt;br /&gt;but i know things will be alright,&lt;br /&gt;because our friendship's not at stake.&lt;br /&gt;and i figured it was time to do,&lt;br /&gt;what i've wanted to since the start.&lt;br /&gt;tell you exactly what i believe is true,&lt;br /&gt;whats going on in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;you are a best friend to me,&lt;br /&gt;someone so darn cool.&lt;br /&gt;and to pretend that this doesn't bother me,&lt;br /&gt;would make me look like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;people can see that there's something,&lt;br /&gt;and that we can't try to deny.&lt;br /&gt;to say that there's absolutely nothing,&lt;br /&gt;would honestly be living a lie.&lt;br /&gt;so i figure its time i gave in,&lt;br /&gt;all the times i held back these words.&lt;br /&gt;all the times i never said what was within,&lt;br /&gt;all the things you never heard.&lt;br /&gt;you mean so much to me,&lt;br /&gt;yes, you really do.&lt;br /&gt;and i want you to hear, and to see, &lt;br /&gt;that simply, i 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/&gt;how you'll end up, &lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;keep your distance,&lt;br /&gt;its contagious.&lt;br /&gt;it spreads from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;keep your distance,&lt;br /&gt;its contagious.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know exactly what to do.&lt;br /&gt;keep your distance,&lt;br /&gt;its contagious.&lt;br /&gt;you'll stay up awake in the night.&lt;br /&gt;keep your distance,&lt;br /&gt;its contagious.&lt;br /&gt;you'll lose all your strength, &lt;br /&gt;all your might.&lt;br /&gt;keep your distance,&lt;br /&gt;its contagious.&lt;br /&gt;you thought that you were immune.&lt;br /&gt;you didn't keep your distance,&lt;br /&gt;and its passed now,&lt;br /&gt;onto you.&lt;br /&gt;your symptoms weren't the same as mine,&lt;br /&gt;but they rarely are.&lt;br /&gt;one moment you were feeling fine,&lt;br /&gt;but now you're starting to scar.&lt;br /&gt;the wounds are internal,&lt;br /&gt;you can't really see.&lt;br /&gt;but they're there, and you can feel them.&lt;br /&gt;the wounds on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;the worst when they bleed,&lt;br /&gt;can be even worse when you try to hide them. &lt;br /&gt;and now you have to keep your distance,&lt;br /&gt;it was contagious, as you know.&lt;br /&gt;to stay far away, won't be so hard,&lt;br /&gt;because now you actually have to go.&lt;br /&gt;that contagious disease,&lt;br /&gt;the disease of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;hurt more than the measles, or any other.&lt;br /&gt;that contagious disease,&lt;br /&gt;that keeps us apart,&lt;br /&gt;will have heal itself one way or another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-3757415652764698185?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/3757415652764698185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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break.&lt;br /&gt;so please be careful when you say it&lt;br /&gt;i promise i can take the words.&lt;br /&gt;just say them quick, and say them right,&lt;br /&gt;and i swear i won't be hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6464262307017504729?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/6464262307017504729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=6464262307017504729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6464262307017504729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6464262307017504729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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tears are shed.&lt;br /&gt;more to a hug than the warmth of an embrace.&lt;br /&gt;theres more to a heart than just how it can break. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;theres more to me than meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;more to a kiss than just the moment.&lt;br /&gt;more to holding a hand than just the security.&lt;br /&gt;theres more to a heart than just how it can break. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;theres more to a smile than just joy.&lt;br /&gt;more to a glance than just the time.&lt;br /&gt;more to a friend than just the title.&lt;br /&gt;theres more to a heart than just how it can break.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;theres more to "I love you" than just the sound.&lt;br /&gt;more to "hello" than what it means.&lt;br /&gt;more to a good-bye than just the end.&lt;br /&gt;theres more to a heart than just how it can break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6067383871318663440?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' 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than before.&lt;br /&gt;only one step closer,&lt;br /&gt;than you've ever walked out the door.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you're so close to the finish line,&lt;br /&gt;so close to the end.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sure that we'll be fine,&lt;br /&gt;so sure that we'll be friends.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you took the step,&lt;br /&gt;and now you're here.&lt;br /&gt;your promise kept,&lt;br /&gt;I no longer fear. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So one step closer,&lt;br /&gt;we're almost there.&lt;br /&gt;one step closer,&lt;br /&gt;that I want us to share.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;one step closer...&lt;br /&gt;one step closer...&lt;br /&gt;just be sure to watch your step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-7788562844307321643?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/7788562844307321643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=7788562844307321643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/7788562844307321643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/7788562844307321643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-step.html' title='One Step'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-8287207894989738495</id><published>2008-01-04T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:07:22.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection Expected</title><content type='html'>You expect so much,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't think you realize.&lt;br /&gt;You burn with the fire for flawless...&lt;br /&gt;Perfection is expected.&lt;br /&gt;You push so hard,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't think you see.&lt;br /&gt;You live for a moment of splendor...&lt;br /&gt;Perfection is expected.&lt;br /&gt;You hold on so tight,&lt;br /&gt;and I can barely breathe.&lt;br /&gt;You force your goals on me...&lt;br /&gt;Perfection is expected. &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not flawless,&lt;br /&gt;nor do I live for splendor.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be let go of your tight grip,&lt;br /&gt;to find hopes and dreams, goals and aspirations of my own...&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;I know what is expected...&lt;br /&gt;Perfection.&lt;br /&gt;And although I cannot achieve that,&lt;br /&gt;I do have that yearning...&lt;br /&gt;For Perfection, is always expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-8287207894989738495?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/8287207894989738495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=8287207894989738495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8287207894989738495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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[a prayer]</title><content type='html'>Oh Daddy, how I missed you today!&lt;br /&gt;I thought about you quite alot.&lt;br /&gt;I wished you were around when I tried to call,&lt;br /&gt;but alas, you were not.&lt;br /&gt;And I had quite an interesting day,&lt;br /&gt;that I wanted to tell you about.&lt;br /&gt;But as always when I tried to reach you,&lt;br /&gt;you had already gone out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Daddy, are you avoiding me,&lt;br /&gt;Pretending not to hear my call?&lt;br /&gt;Are you really somewhere else,&lt;br /&gt;Or not really gone at all?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you ever talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you love me still?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you ever remind me of this,&lt;br /&gt;that you do, and you always will?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I ever see you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;why are you hidden from sight?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;so cut off from the light?&lt;br /&gt;Oh Daddy, are you angry?&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed with me?&lt;br /&gt;Are you upset that I'm not living quite right,&lt;br /&gt;that I'm not who you want me to be?&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard, I really do,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Daddy, believe me when I say,&lt;br /&gt;that I try to remember to talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;But at times I feel you don't listen,&lt;br /&gt;that really I'm wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;That you have other more important things on your plate,&lt;br /&gt;than these petty problems of mine.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you never ignore me,&lt;br /&gt;nor do you walk away from my cries.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't ever seem to feel secure,&lt;br /&gt;and I can't dry these tears from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Daddy, I miss you so much,&lt;br /&gt;and I wish I could see your face.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your smile upon me,&lt;br /&gt;and the warmth of your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be around,&lt;br /&gt;and be near to me when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Daddy, where have you been,&lt;br /&gt;when I always tried to call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Daughter, I missed you today!&lt;br /&gt;And I thought about you as well.&lt;br /&gt;I was here when you had tried to call,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hear what you had to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Daughter, I'm not avoiding you,&lt;br /&gt;how could you think that way?&lt;br /&gt;I'm around whenever you need me,&lt;br /&gt;each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;And I always try to speak to you,&lt;br /&gt;although sometimes I am not so clear.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize that you felt alone,&lt;br /&gt;but rest assured, I am always here.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Daughter, I love you so much,&lt;br /&gt;this above else you should know.&lt;br /&gt;Though this may not be reflected with words,&lt;br /&gt;but rather in each way that you grow.&lt;br /&gt;And sweetheart, I'm always in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;I would never hide from you.&lt;br /&gt;But I know you don't always see me,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you don't have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Daughter, I am far from angry,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not disappointed with you.&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased by the way you are living,&lt;br /&gt;and all the things that you do.&lt;br /&gt;And I know you try hard to talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes it just slips your mind.&lt;br /&gt;But honey, I'm here whenever,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter the time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Daughter, I always listen,&lt;br /&gt;you are never a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;You are so precious to me,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Daugter, you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;And its true I never ignore you,&lt;br /&gt;or walk away from your cries.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to offer you security,&lt;br /&gt;and to dry those tears from your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Daughter, I miss you as well,&lt;br /&gt;as I watch and smile down on your face.&lt;br /&gt;And I love to hold you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;the feel of your loving embrace.&lt;br /&gt;I am always around,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm near you when you fall.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Daughter, I've always been right here,&lt;br /&gt;and I will always answer your call.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-4942195991675645813?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/4942195991675645813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=4942195991675645813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4942195991675645813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4942195991675645813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-daddy-prayer.html' title='Oh Daddy... [a prayer]'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-2520935344986965537</id><published>2008-01-04T14:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:01:28.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Get Your Head Around It</title><content type='html'>So you can't get your head around it,&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just too big.&lt;br /&gt;This is too high a goal, too high a price,&lt;br /&gt;but I suggest you get off your high horse and take a look.&lt;br /&gt;You can't comprehend the importance,&lt;br /&gt;yet, intellect was never your strong point.&lt;br /&gt;You have many different opinions of the situation,&lt;br /&gt;and I hate to break it to you, but for once, they just don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of the time, things don't get through to you,&lt;br /&gt;and its because you have selective understanding.&lt;br /&gt;You don't care to see the big picture,&lt;br /&gt;truth is, you are blind.&lt;br /&gt;Still can't get your head around it?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its still too big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-2520935344986965537?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/2520935344986965537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=2520935344986965537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/2520935344986965537'/><link rel='self' 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care?&lt;br /&gt;What could I whisper,&lt;br /&gt;to make you see?&lt;br /&gt;What could I write,&lt;br /&gt;to make you believe?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have so much to tell you!&lt;br /&gt;So much that has gone on.&lt;br /&gt;So much that's gone right,&lt;br /&gt;so much that's gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But what could I say to you,&lt;br /&gt;to make you take a stand?&lt;br /&gt;What could convince you,&lt;br /&gt;to reach out, hold my hand?&lt;br /&gt;What could I say to you?&lt;br /&gt;What could I do?&lt;br /&gt;What could make you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;What could make this true?&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much to tell you!&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever can.&lt;br /&gt;What could I say to you,&lt;br /&gt;So that you would understand?&lt;br /&gt;The truth is,&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to make you see.&lt;br /&gt;So these things I have to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;will have to stay within me.&lt;br /&gt;What could I say to you,&lt;br /&gt;In order to make things new?&lt;br /&gt;What could make you realize,&lt;br /&gt;that I am so in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;What could I say to you?&lt;br /&gt;What could I say?&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I have to tell you!&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;there simply is no way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-413749900039773905?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/413749900039773905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=413749900039773905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/413749900039773905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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don't want to go blind.&lt;br /&gt;and not see the beauty of&lt;br /&gt;the things that you will find.&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes darling&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be protected.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to see the danger&lt;br /&gt;of the world that you never expected.&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes darling&lt;br /&gt;thats it... close them tight.&lt;br /&gt;You may open them come the morning&lt;br /&gt;then it will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes darling&lt;br /&gt;don't forget, don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes darling&lt;br /&gt;and there will be no regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-7755926945720201924?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/7755926945720201924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-6315788312273272525</id><published>2008-01-04T14:57:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:58:29.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Coated</title><content type='html'>Please sugar-coat those lies for me,&lt;br /&gt;the ones you speak so well.&lt;br /&gt;Sugar-coat those lies for me,&lt;br /&gt;so I won't be able to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not it is the truth,&lt;br /&gt;that escapes from your lips.&lt;br /&gt;And whether or not it is the same,&lt;br /&gt;either way that the lies slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please sugar-coat those lies for me,&lt;br /&gt;so they will go down easy.&lt;br /&gt;And sugar-coat those sweet words,&lt;br /&gt;that make my heart go queasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say them with perfection,&lt;br /&gt;those lies as plain as day.&lt;br /&gt;Say them without protection,&lt;br /&gt;you know you're safe either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar-coat that deceiving tounge,&lt;br /&gt;so I don't know what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Sugar-coat your lies for me,&lt;br /&gt;so that they sound like they belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar-coat your lies for me,&lt;br /&gt;Becuase they sound so right.&lt;br /&gt;Sugar-coat your lies for me,&lt;br /&gt;and I won't bring them to the light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6315788312273272525?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/6315788312273272525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=6315788312273272525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Say "I love you" one minute,&lt;br /&gt;please explain what that means.&lt;br /&gt;A stab to the back,&lt;br /&gt;and a jab to the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;So sick and tired,&lt;br /&gt;of saying Good-byes.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure bud, we'll stay close,&lt;br /&gt;like nothing's ever changed."&lt;br /&gt;Funny how something simple,&lt;br /&gt;starts to feel so strange.&lt;br /&gt;So slam the door in my face,&lt;br /&gt;and tell me "sweet dreams".&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever is,&lt;br /&gt;as good as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Its over,its done with.&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;Get your heart back to normal,&lt;br /&gt;like nothing went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Slam the door in your face,&lt;br /&gt;and tell you, "Get a life!"&lt;br /&gt;"And maybe while you do that,&lt;br /&gt;you can take back your knife.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry its been stuck,&lt;br /&gt;in my back for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I never realized it was there,&lt;br /&gt;until you were gone.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the mishap,&lt;br /&gt;it was all a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I never would've guessed,&lt;br /&gt;it was my heart that you would break."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-5761365692344947422?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/5761365692344947422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=5761365692344947422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/5761365692344947422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/5761365692344947422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/01/slamming-door.html' title='Slamming the Door'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-2553441418646860921</id><published>2008-01-04T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:57:18.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unaware</title><content type='html'>he sits there,&lt;br /&gt;watching.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the perfect moment to act.&lt;br /&gt;cautious.&lt;br /&gt;silent.&lt;br /&gt;never allowing himself to slip up.&lt;br /&gt;no,&lt;br /&gt;its their job to slip up,&lt;br /&gt;his is to catch them doing it.&lt;br /&gt;he sits there,&lt;br /&gt;casual.&lt;br /&gt;never too relaxed,&lt;br /&gt;yet never too tense.&lt;br /&gt;he never maintains eyecontact,&lt;br /&gt;that would be his first mistake.&lt;br /&gt;he sits,&lt;br /&gt;so professional.&lt;br /&gt;so experiancd.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;he is unaware.&lt;br /&gt;unaware that everyone,&lt;br /&gt;yes, even you and I,&lt;br /&gt;are watching his every move.&lt;br /&gt;that we, the observed,&lt;br /&gt;are actually observing.&lt;br /&gt;and that we,&lt;br /&gt;the assumed-unaware,&lt;br /&gt;have been aware the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;he, the poor man,&lt;br /&gt;has no knowledge of this.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;as he sits and observes,&lt;br /&gt;we will play his little game,&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;we will always win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-2553441418646860921?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/2553441418646860921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=2553441418646860921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/2553441418646860921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/2553441418646860921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/01/unaware.html' title='Unaware'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-155018697061227253</id><published>2008-01-04T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T12:12:25.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 out of 9</title><content type='html'>with a smile like that&lt;br /&gt;you're bound to break some hearts&lt;br /&gt;cause David's Star to fall&lt;br /&gt;and girls to stumble&lt;br /&gt;music pounding in your ears&lt;br /&gt;fingers dancing upon the strings&lt;br /&gt;smile stretched across my face&lt;br /&gt;as you sing softly through the window;&lt;br /&gt;"strangers passing in the street&lt;br /&gt;by chance two separate glances meet&lt;br /&gt;and i am you and what i see is me..."&lt;br /&gt;please pass by me once more&lt;br /&gt;a mildly attractive Prince in shining golden armour&lt;br /&gt;please hold my heart&lt;br /&gt;and don't let go&lt;br /&gt;until the hair atop your head fades to gray&lt;br /&gt;and begins to fall upon the floor&lt;br /&gt;for i will never see your face&lt;br /&gt;nor sing you those three words that seem so near&lt;br /&gt;i will hear them in my head&lt;br /&gt;as the sounds of your soul play in the air&lt;br /&gt;and i'll rate you an 8 out of 9 just for fun&lt;br /&gt;while really believing that you are a&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-155018697061227253?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/155018697061227253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=155018697061227253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/155018697061227253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/155018697061227253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2008/01/8-out-of-9.html' title='8 out of 9'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-6925585250109251373</id><published>2007-12-19T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:55:26.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Let Me</title><content type='html'>I could love you&lt;br /&gt;if you let me&lt;br /&gt;love you like none other&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you&lt;br /&gt;if you let me&lt;br /&gt;hold you for forever&lt;br /&gt;I could kiss you&lt;br /&gt;if you let me&lt;br /&gt;kiss you until our lips are sore&lt;br /&gt;I could sing to you&lt;br /&gt;if you let me&lt;br /&gt;sing till my voice is no more&lt;br /&gt;I could be with you&lt;br /&gt;if you let me&lt;br /&gt;be with you through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;I could have waited for you&lt;br /&gt;if you had let me&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't&lt;br /&gt;so now?&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6925585250109251373?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/6925585250109251373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=6925585250109251373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6925585250109251373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6925585250109251373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-you-let-me.html' title='If You Let Me'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-7167899970847314448</id><published>2007-12-18T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T09:36:19.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, I Will Love You</title><content type='html'>Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you,&lt;br /&gt;and you don't yet know me.&lt;br /&gt;But soon you will arrive,&lt;br /&gt;and we'll be a family.&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you,&lt;br /&gt;I will kiss you upon your forehead,&lt;br /&gt;and I will sing you to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;as you lay silently in your bed.&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you,&lt;br /&gt;and you don't yet know me.&lt;br /&gt;But soon I can say I do,&lt;br /&gt;yes, we'll be a family.&lt;br /&gt;Brother, Sister,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't really matter,&lt;br /&gt;whoever it is you are.&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I will love you,&lt;br /&gt;despite the distance far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I will love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-7167899970847314448?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/7167899970847314448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=7167899970847314448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/7167899970847314448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/7167899970847314448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/12/baby-i-will-love-you.html' title='Baby, I Will Love You'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-4064349250920259154</id><published>2007-12-13T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T12:51:39.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>I can't keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;You can't keep my heart&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted an ending&lt;br /&gt;You wanted the start&lt;br /&gt;I had broke this down long ago&lt;br /&gt;You never would remember&lt;br /&gt;That this heart gets frozen&lt;br /&gt;colder each day&lt;br /&gt;and it starts &lt;br /&gt;in December.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-4064349250920259154?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-5065722906905931163</id><published>2007-11-30T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:28:24.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty and Cold</title><content type='html'>I remember the days&lt;br /&gt;you would talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;an invisable friend,&lt;br /&gt;for hours.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your smile&lt;br /&gt;over the speaker phone,&lt;br /&gt;vibrant and happy,&lt;br /&gt;unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days&lt;br /&gt;you would laugh with me,&lt;br /&gt;snorts and giggles,&lt;br /&gt;uncontrollable.&lt;br /&gt;The sense of understanding&lt;br /&gt;as we shared secrets, passions,&lt;br /&gt;dreams,&lt;br /&gt;lost.&lt;br /&gt;This is not who you are&lt;br /&gt;not who I knew,&lt;br /&gt;this empty and cold person,&lt;br /&gt;unsure of himself.&lt;br /&gt;If this is the "present"&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of the future,&lt;br /&gt;missing the past,&lt;br /&gt;and wishing you back.&lt;br /&gt;Where is the boy I once knew&lt;br /&gt;replaced now, by this man of mystery?&lt;br /&gt;I am turning back,&lt;br /&gt;and you have gone too far.&lt;br /&gt;You say that you have lowered standards&lt;br /&gt;and yet, I still expect more from you,&lt;br /&gt;from your words,&lt;br /&gt;from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;I have met this person you've become&lt;br /&gt;and sought out the person you once were,&lt;br /&gt;with love, with hope, sincerity and fear,&lt;br /&gt;and no hope&lt;br /&gt;of ever finding him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-5065722906905931163?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/5065722906905931163/comments/default' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-4771872011375345686</id><published>2007-11-30T21:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:08:30.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree in the Sea</title><content type='html'>She always reminded me &lt;br /&gt;of the Sea.&lt;br /&gt;The way she moved &lt;br /&gt;when the wind was in the air&lt;br /&gt;splashing and dancing&lt;br /&gt;like the wind through her hair.&lt;br /&gt;She always reminded me &lt;br /&gt;of the Sea.&lt;br /&gt;Of pirates and ship-wrecks&lt;br /&gt;of look-outs, sails&lt;br /&gt;ship-decks.&lt;br /&gt;She always reminded me&lt;br /&gt;of the Sea.&lt;br /&gt;Of pillaging&lt;br /&gt;plundering&lt;br /&gt;storm-clouds&lt;br /&gt;lightning, thundering.&lt;br /&gt;And I always was the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Growing,&lt;br /&gt;Swaying,&lt;br /&gt;in the Sea.&lt;br /&gt;And we two,&lt;br /&gt;fit so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;She, the Sea,&lt;br /&gt;and I, the Tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-4771872011375345686?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/4771872011375345686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=4771872011375345686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4771872011375345686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4771872011375345686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/11/trees-in-sea.html' title='Tree in the Sea'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-716863639746985097</id><published>2007-11-11T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T12:34:47.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Have To    [For Danny B]</title><content type='html'>I may not understand the eloquent words you write&lt;br /&gt;or the beauty of the way you smile&lt;br /&gt;but perhaps, &lt;br /&gt;I don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to analyze your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;or pretend to know what goes on in your heart&lt;br /&gt;but perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can just sit here&lt;br /&gt;smiling back at you&lt;br /&gt;laughing at the way you dance&lt;br /&gt;or the jokes that you make&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;you can do the same.&lt;br /&gt;So I know I don't understand the way things are&lt;br /&gt;or the way that things may be&lt;br /&gt;but perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe,&lt;br /&gt;someday I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-716863639746985097?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/716863639746985097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=716863639746985097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/716863639746985097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/716863639746985097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-have-to-for-danny-b.html' title='I Don&apos;t Have To    [For Danny B]'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-6421071138945532738</id><published>2007-11-11T12:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T12:17:54.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem From My Brother</title><content type='html'>This the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curly, smirky, &lt;br /&gt;uncontrolably passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just the way you is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my two minute of &lt;br /&gt;regurgitation can't epitimize &lt;br /&gt;the essence of your being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me pause and take another &lt;br /&gt;century to ponder on the beauty that&lt;br /&gt;encompases your blue print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just something about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll cease now to attempt to utter &lt;br /&gt;what i can't seem to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're one in a million and truely been&lt;br /&gt;sought out from the ends of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your loving brother &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Bay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6421071138945532738?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/6421071138945532738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-3289827351568083145</id><published>2007-11-05T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:03:39.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Take a Drag</title><content type='html'>I'll take a drag of your life&lt;br /&gt;if it means you'll let me in&lt;br /&gt;over the smoke, i'll see you smile&lt;br /&gt;and then you'll turn away again&lt;br /&gt;a never-ending argument&lt;br /&gt;I'm right, but so wrong&lt;br /&gt;and you'll remind me of that&lt;br /&gt;the ashes will hit the pavement&lt;br /&gt;alongside my heart&lt;br /&gt;my lungs start to burst&lt;br /&gt;my hands start to shake&lt;br /&gt;I cough out the words&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"&lt;br /&gt;I'll look up into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and you'll shake your head&lt;br /&gt;reminding me that cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;are not meant for children&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-3289827351568083145?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/3289827351568083145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=3289827351568083145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3289827351568083145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3289827351568083145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-take-drag.html' title='I&apos;ll Take a Drag'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-6893451734053218599</id><published>2007-10-24T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:43:28.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do This Right</title><content type='html'>Let's Walk Through the Garden of Eden&lt;br /&gt;Let's Dance Through the Starry Night&lt;br /&gt;Let's Laugh Until we Burst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Come on baby- &lt;br /&gt;let's do this right.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6893451734053218599?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/6893451734053218599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=6893451734053218599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6893451734053218599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6893451734053218599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-this-right.html' title='Do This Right'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-3176544167009666046</id><published>2007-10-17T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T17:19:16.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Festiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I looked through the knot in the wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you were staring back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before bursting into flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leaving nothing but embers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i serenaded you with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the pixels on the screen faded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the polka-dots lit the screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've landed my plane on a thousand empty hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a thousand empty landing strips of disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been the invisable friend too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now i'm starting to wonder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have i completely disappeared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-3176544167009666046?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/3176544167009666046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=3176544167009666046' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you can paint your face with as many colours as you want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but you'll still be the same mess underneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-26861965589986488?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/26861965589986488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=26861965589986488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/26861965589986488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/26861965589986488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/10/underneath.html' title='underneath'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-4262231464178444416</id><published>2007-09-08T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T17:11:54.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Girls in Cherry Red lipstick cannot be trusted," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"They've got one thing on their minds."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She nodded her head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"No daughter of mine will ever be caught dead wearing Cherry Red upon her lips!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He said with authority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She nodded her head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He smiled at his daughter, satisfied with her agreement, and left the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She opened the dresser drawer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;put on her cherry red lipstick, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and pulled the trigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cherry Red&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cherry Red&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cherry Red&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-4262231464178444416?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/4262231464178444416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=4262231464178444416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4262231464178444416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-7273063477797909372</id><published>2007-09-03T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:33:56.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Boston"- Augustana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the light of the sun,&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone?&lt;br /&gt;oh it has begun...&lt;br /&gt;oh dear you look so lost,&lt;br /&gt;eyes are red and tears are shed,&lt;br /&gt;this world you must've crossed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said...&lt;br /&gt;you don't know me,&lt;br /&gt;you don't even care,&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;you said...&lt;br /&gt;you don't know me,&lt;br /&gt;you don't wear my chains...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essential and appealed,&lt;br /&gt;carry all your thoughts across an open field,&lt;br /&gt;when flowers gaze at you...&lt;br /&gt;they're not the only ones who cry&lt;br /&gt;when they see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said...&lt;br /&gt;you don't know me,&lt;br /&gt;you don't even care,&lt;br /&gt;you don't know me,&lt;br /&gt;you don't wear my chains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said i think i'll go to boston...&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll start a new life,&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll start it over,&lt;br /&gt;where no one knows my name.&lt;br /&gt;i'll get out of california,&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of the weather,&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll get a lover and fly em out to spain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go to boston, i think that i'm just tired&lt;br /&gt;i think i need a new town,&lt;br /&gt;to leave this all behind...&lt;br /&gt;i think i need a sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;i hear it's nice in the summer,&lt;br /&gt;some snow would be nice...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know me,&lt;br /&gt;and you don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;boston...&lt;br /&gt;where no one knows my name...&lt;br /&gt;where no one knows my name...&lt;br /&gt;no one knows my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-7273063477797909372?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/7273063477797909372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=7273063477797909372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/7273063477797909372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/7273063477797909372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/09/boston-augustana.html' title='&quot;Boston&quot;- Augustana'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-5794675314895554619</id><published>2007-08-29T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:43:52.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay the Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the heart will stay the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i will not remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no i will not remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because today is a new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i am here to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that the good, it never stays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no it will not remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it will not remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but lift up your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lift up your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you need to realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the heart it does grow wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and though things will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the heart does stay the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i will not remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no i will not remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and today, it was a new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now i'm here to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that you and i will always stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes we will stay the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we will stay the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so lift up your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and look into mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-5794675314895554619?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/5794675314895554619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=5794675314895554619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/5794675314895554619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/5794675314895554619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/08/stay-same.html' title='Stay the Same'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-6924120276743042657</id><published>2007-08-05T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:26:47.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where I bid thee, "Goodnight"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We walked all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the moon wasn't there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the stars started to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where our footprints had been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we wished on the falling trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and ate the forbidden fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but still didn't feel any wiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to talk about life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you wanted me to shut my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;taste the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and forget the sound of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We walked all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the moon wasn't there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the stars did a dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where our hands were intwined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and our wishes came true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as the trees went up in smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the fruit became a bitter aftertaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we became naked in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you wanted me to take it slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;walk with my eyes closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and forget the sight of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the music began to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you began to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I began to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you began to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets stop right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forget the taste of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and finally say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"goodnight".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6924120276743042657?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/6924120276743042657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=6924120276743042657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6924120276743042657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6924120276743042657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-where-i-bid-thee-goodnight.html' title='This is where I bid thee, &quot;Goodnight&quot;'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-6078406069940468026</id><published>2007-08-05T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:16:05.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I haven't, then now is the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I've never showed you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how much I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I've never explained to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how much you mean to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I've never regarded you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how I should have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I've never expressed to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how much I need you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I've never understood you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or maybe even tried to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I've never confided in you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when that's what you wanted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if I've never told you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how much you hurt me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because if I haven't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then now is the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I'm not sorry for what I need to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or what you need to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You mean so much to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I want to understand you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm confiding this to you, (I hope its what you want).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if I haven't told you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that I am forgiving you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then now is the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just say the words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that you haven't).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I already have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6078406069940468026?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/6078406069940468026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=6078406069940468026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6078406069940468026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6078406069940468026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-i-havent-then-now-is-time.html' title='If I haven&apos;t, then now is the time'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-3116253109859497956</id><published>2007-08-05T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:04:50.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is how you make[break] it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If love is how you make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been building me a castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;made from flowers and kind words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hugs and sweet tasting kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been building me a fortress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of protection and comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;understanding and compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But if love is how you make it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe I've been building it all wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If love is how you make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been building me some disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;made with the wilting flowers and those sugar coated lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those hugs of insecurity and those kisses of sweet pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been building me a fortress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of walls that will close in and comfort that just won't last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mis)understanding and false compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, Love is how you make it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but I'm afraid that this is how I break it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I'm never going to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-3116253109859497956?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/3116253109859497956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=3116253109859497956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3116253109859497956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3116253109859497956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-is-how-you-makebreak-it.html' title='Love is how you make[break] it'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-4129863369621798298</id><published>2007-07-31T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:33:55.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the daisies in your hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fall like raindrops from the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and let the song in your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fill the air like oxygen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the nightsky will be our canvas now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the stars will guide your way back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but I will never let the sun declare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his love for you like mine own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his love for you like mine own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and neither will the moon meet your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and steal your heart from mine own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and steal your heart from mine own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"dance with me" says the broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"take me in your arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;never let me go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the laughter in your lungs fades still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the smile in your eyes hides again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet you will remember the love of mine own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet you will remember the love of mine own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-4129863369621798298?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/4129863369621798298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=4129863369621798298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4129863369621798298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4129863369621798298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/07/mine-own.html' title='Mine Own'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-8342353529284766987</id><published>2007-06-17T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:54:13.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how many times you've let me down-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how many times you haven't been there-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how many times you've lied-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how many times you forgot to call-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how many times you didn't write-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you know-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that &lt;strong&gt;I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Father's Day Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-8342353529284766987?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/8342353529284766987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=8342353529284766987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8342353529284766987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8342353529284766987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-matter.html' title='No Matter'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-6785430901947993147</id><published>2007-06-17T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:51:17.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6785430901947993147?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/6785430901947993147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=6785430901947993147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6785430901947993147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6785430901947993147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/06/dad.html' title='Dad,'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-8012633676003610136</id><published>2007-06-16T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:12:19.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherever the hell he is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's climbing mountains-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;swimming oceans-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and dodging bullets to get to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-8012633676003610136?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/8012633676003610136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=8012633676003610136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8012633676003610136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8012633676003610136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/06/wherever-hell-he-is.html' title='Wherever the hell he is...'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-3073526242355162522</id><published>2007-06-12T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:51:41.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your tears are falling on the ground-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;staining the grass and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;drowning the worms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-3073526242355162522?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/3073526242355162522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=3073526242355162522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3073526242355162522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3073526242355162522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/06/darling.html' title='Darling,'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-3613947345902737025</id><published>2007-06-10T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T19:01:38.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To:You From:Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;To: You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm really sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(sorry doesn't cut it- I know.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I thought that I knew what I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(and that that was you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But I think that I am completely unsure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(and I hate to break you where you are whole.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm really not a terrible person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(please, don't hate me now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I just feel so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(what's the word?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(possibly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;You don't need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(but I still need you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;To be a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(and nothing more.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Please don't be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(to tell me I'm right.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The future's so unclear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(and the present isn't any better.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I hope you can understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(I obviously don't.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And I hope that someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(or maybe not...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;You can look at this and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(what I never did.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The reason behind it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(and what it really meant.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(perhaps.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It all makes sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Again, I'm so sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(it's not you, It's really me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;For not knowing sooner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(who I was.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;That it wouldn't work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(you're amazing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I hope you find someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(someone wonderful.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;That deserves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;From: Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-3613947345902737025?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/3613947345902737025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=3613947345902737025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3613947345902737025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/3613947345902737025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/06/toyou-fromme.html' title='To:You From:Me'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-8386375390095666429</id><published>2007-06-10T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:33:00.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Floor and The Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you putting up a wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I feel like breaking it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sick of hitting this dead end again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or maybe sick of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm tripping on this floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Littered with all my broken pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I'm too lazy to pick up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or you're too ignorant to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you putting up a wall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't think I'll break it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sick of talking to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So maybe I'll just turn the other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm sweeping up this floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And throwing away the pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I was too scared to pick up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That you will never see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This damn floor and that God-forsaken wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[bastards.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-8386375390095666429?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/8386375390095666429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=8386375390095666429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8386375390095666429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8386375390095666429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/06/floor-and-wall.html' title='The Floor and The Wall'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-4227026969547989233</id><published>2007-05-28T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T08:41:30.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When That Wind Blows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't remember you after tonight&lt;br /&gt;the cool air will rush in and blow you away&lt;br /&gt;but I'm hoping you'll remember me&lt;br /&gt;and that when that wind blows one more time&lt;br /&gt;you'll blow right back through this window&lt;br /&gt;and remind me of who you are&lt;br /&gt;and what we once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-4227026969547989233?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/4227026969547989233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=4227026969547989233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4227026969547989233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4227026969547989233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-that-wind-blows.html' title='When That Wind Blows'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-8708776923765574385</id><published>2007-05-28T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T08:15:37.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steady, 1, 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Steady, Steady,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Steady, 1, 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never really realized,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that you were holding everything steady,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the entire time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[and that there was no need to count it out.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-8708776923765574385?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/8708776923765574385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=8708776923765574385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8708776923765574385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8708776923765574385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/05/steady-1-2.html' title='Steady, 1, 2.'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-8963946352358450257</id><published>2007-05-23T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:33:00.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be the Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you were meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the one that the stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;portrayed you to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we have yet to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the one that is wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the one that we need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that I've always hoped for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the one I dreamed of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the one I love more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be the man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please be the man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've never Been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-8963946352358450257?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/8963946352358450257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=8963946352358450257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8963946352358450257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/8963946352358450257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/05/be-man.html' title='Be the Man'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-1792158997499689465</id><published>2007-05-01T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:12:12.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob Mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You offer advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You offer support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You offer encouragement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You assure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You give smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You give high-fives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And above all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You give friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[For everything that you've done.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-1792158997499689465?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-4638041375754374942</id><published>2007-04-27T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:45:20.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I've Got</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is a packing-tape memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with this box strewn on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;excitement unveiled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is a blue frog leaping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;across my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bright and comforting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I've got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is the scent of security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sprayed upon the white fabric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a tee pulled over my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your trademark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is what you gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is what you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so here's my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Its all I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for you.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-4638041375754374942?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/4638041375754374942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=4638041375754374942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4638041375754374942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4638041375754374942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-ive-got.html' title='All I&apos;ve Got'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-2208150723752060314</id><published>2007-04-24T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:10:57.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Tried</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I truly did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried to give it to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it seemed no matter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How hard I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things never worked out on cue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And alas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things are so unclear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black and White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now turned to Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I truly did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Decided to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-2208150723752060314?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/2208150723752060314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=2208150723752060314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/2208150723752060314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/2208150723752060314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-tried.html' title='I Tried'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-29822814270650182</id><published>2007-04-08T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:50:17.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;does it feel as though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been kicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-29822814270650182?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-6901774504211044823</id><published>2007-04-08T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:46:53.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[He is Risen.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6901774504211044823?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/6901774504211044823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=6901774504211044823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6901774504211044823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/6901774504211044823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ5jVO0SkOQ/ScVeebQHDeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ifs2NYacoO4/S220/where+the+wild+things+are.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29057899.post-4021635590910785847</id><published>2007-04-08T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:42:08.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Best Friends Forever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or maybe until today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you slammed the door of our friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you decided to turn me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I will Love You Forever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or maybe until today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you asked me to stop saying it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you decided it wasn't okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'd give the Moon for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or maybe not today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you said I was over-doing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you decided to walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm really sorry, I am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or maybe just today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you decided it was annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you hated me for being this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I completely understand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and believe me, it hurts to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I lied when I said it didn't matter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cuz really? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[I'm not okay]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-4021635590910785847?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/feeds/4021635590910785847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29057899&amp;postID=4021635590910785847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4021635590910785847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29057899/posts/default/4021635590910785847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileye.blogspot.com/2007/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326163966120609733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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excitement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;as she spoke of her dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and all her aspirations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I met a girl once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yes, I remember her well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;those dark eyes dancing as she laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and still those Pearls in Her Smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She spun joyously in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yes, I remember the curiousity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that arose inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;as I thought of this girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I met a girl once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yes, I remember the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that I was greeted with Flames of Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and those Pearls in Her Smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And I sit and wonder;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when will the Flame rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and those Pearls shine for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;once more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29057899-6458040804164393505?l=baileye.blogspot.com' alt='' 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